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Kids … I Guess Some of Them Need Leashes.

7 Nov

We were out and about at the zoo, and I saw it. I didn’t think anything of it. I’d seen it before …  at the park, at the aquarium, at  the supermarket. Maybe I’d become immune to the insensitive nature of this new parent gadget. Maybe I was too busy trying to make this zoo adventure more exciting for my own kids to care what someone else was doing. But then I heard it.

The lady.

“What the hell is that?”


“That. That thing  … Is that a !#%^*! leash for a kid?”

“Um. I guess. I don’t know what it’s called. I think it may be called a harness.”

“It looks like damn dog leash and it sucks. That’s just wrong. It’s wrong. The kid is not a dog. Don’t ever buy that.”

Now usually when someone tells me “don’t do this,” or “don’t do that,” I usually raise an eyebrow and tend to ignore them.

But this was pretty amusing. My dude was irate. He went on and on about the leash. He couldn’t believe it. He was getting pretty upset at this lady’s parenting skills.

Now as a mom, I try not to judge another mom’s parenting skills. We have it hard enough judging ourselves we don’t need the extra outside help. What we need is to stick together. So I really didn’t say anything. I just took a quick glance.

Every parent has a different rhythm, a different style, something that suits them, and maybe she needed this so-called kid leash to let her kid run around, instead of wanting to chase after him. Maybe she wore the wrong shoes for that. Maybe she’s suffering from arthritis in the knees and can’t make a mad dash for her kid. Maybe her kid liked the furry little back pack and it kept him mobile. Maybe it was a compromise, being able to walk around, but still having a little control over him. Maybe it was just a way of avoiding a tantrum. Maybe she didn’t want to lose her kid, although it wasn’t crowded at all today. Maybe he wasn’t feeling like cruising in his stroller. Maybe she was just being lazy. I don’t know. I didn’t ask. All I could say was that every parent is different.

We all have good decisions and bad decision, but we do what we think is best for our kids and our families. Now with that being said, would I have bought something like this? Probably not. The kid leash isn’t really my thing.

My kids run around a bit, but they always stay close. I put the fear of “the stranger” in them so when we’re in a I-can-lose-my-child-if-I-look-away-for-a-second kind of place, I usually wear running shoes and keep both eyes wide open. They’re usually holding onto my hand, but if they’re not, they tend to respond quickly to the get-over-here-right-now look or to my “mom” voice when I call their name. You know …  that “mom” voice. Most kids in our family and our friend’s families respond to this “mom” voice — even the really “energetic” ones. That’s just how we roll. So we’re not the kid leash kind of people.

But I guess it is kind of a weird thing to see, especially for dog people like ourselves. The only time we see leashes is when we’re out walking the dog. But, hey if it works for some people, it works for some people.  I tried sharing that mentality with my dude, but he just wasn’t having it. It looked like he needed some chocolate to calm down. Luckily I’m always packing.


The Guat’s Halloween-athon

31 Oct

I’m exhausted. If I was a bad mother I’d be full of energy right now, but I consider myself a pretty good Guat parent, so when it comes to Halloween I try to fit in as much fun as possible. From sunlight to moonlight the Halloween-athon was in full effect.

This is why I’m in need of Advil and a good massage.


It always starts and ends with the pumpkins.


Party at school.

We got dressed up and ready for the costume parade at school where Thor, gladiators, superheros, astronauts, cowboys and firefighters strutted their stuff.


Checking out the real deal.

After school we headed to the fire station so that my son could show off his costume and ask about a million questions, which he does every time we visit. Except this time it looked more official, considering he was wearing his uniform.


The baking begins.

After all that excitement we went home for snack time and began our baking project. Pumpkin pie … from scratch. Oh … yeah … it was on. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do and never attempted. Visiting the pumpkin patch the other day got me into the spirit so I decided why not? This of course is how all Bucket List items begin for me.

I began the pumpkin pie baking journey with my son. Step one … making your own pumpkin puree. Step Two … follow Bobby Flay‘s Pumpkin Pie recipe. We got to mixing, whisking, pouring, and baking.


Jack-o-Lantern Time

While the pie was baking we decided to carve the pumpkins and baby sister decided to help her four-year old brother remove the seeds. There was pumpkin membranes and pumpkin seeds on every surface, including the dog.



This was our finished product. I know it looks basic, but it was a very creative and skillful effort on the part of my son and his awesome pumpkin carving tools. I was very proud of his cutting skills. Very patient. Very.


Ding! Ding! Ding! The Main Event.

Once the pumpkin pie was done and the Jack-O-Lantern was complete we ventured off into the night for some tricks-or-treats…mostly treats. A bucket full.


Spooky houses.


A different take on the Hollywood sign.


Some nice front lawn decor.


The best Halloween House I’ve seen.


Fountain at Boney Island house.


The tree house at Boney Island.


The window display at Boney Island house.


The porch at Boney Island house.

After all that trick-or-treating and hanging out at amazing Halloween houses, we headed home with a bucket full of Snickers, M&Ms, Twizzlers, Twix, and KitKats. People seemed to enjoy giving away chocolate. I had no problem with that. We plopped ourselves in front of the couch and watched It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown. My feet were thankful for the rest, so was my back.


My pumpkin pie 🙂

Then after giving the kids a bath, reading bedtime stories, putting them to sleep, putting the roasted pumpkin seeds in Ziploc containers, and washing the dishes, I finally ended my day — my Halloween-athon. One slice, one spoon, and a lot of whipped cream. It was a Guat-sized portion. I got a little carried away. I was proud of myself for making it … from scratch.  Ahhhh, that Bobby Flay … he rocks.