I confess that...

...I just ate two POGOS for breakfast.

...I don't even like POGOS.

...I bought them because the box had "TRY ME!!" written enthusiastically on the box.

...I'm petrified of flying.

... flying with with a 6 month old is not helping with my anxiety.

...it doesn't feel like Christmas to me yet.

...when I read that story of the woman who lost her 3 month old baby because the boyfriend shook her to death, the bad grammar really irked me.

...I felt bad for that judgment when I saw a picture of her crying while holding her infant who was on life support.

...I didn't feel as bad for passing judgment on her after reading she basically abandoned the baby and left it with the father whom she had to do a paternity test on to confirm the child was his.

...I have no tolerance for child abuse, emotional, physical, sexual or verbal and I tend to get a little riled up when I see or hear about either or all of the ones I mentioned. How do people forget that the little person they are mouthing off to, yelling at, hitting or threatening/abusing is a CHILD?

I hear the way parents talk to their children in public and/or in front of others and I cringe.

Children are HUMAN BEINGS not something you possess that you can treat whatever way you want no matter how annoying they are being. Even when Noah is being stubborn at 6 months--yes, he is learning to manipulate,lol--, I remind myself that he has only been on the earth for SIX MONTHS. If every parent used that philosophy at every stage of their child's life, I think they would step back and find a more appropriate way to deal with situations.

Whoa, sorry. I'll get off my soap box now.