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The Internet if Full of Crazy People Who Hate Each Other

Cameraphone I think it was Metrodad who first alerted me to I Saw Your Nanny.  For those of you not familiar with it, it's a site where people document bad nanny behavior they observe at local parks, playgrounds, etc., around New York City.  Since I have a generally low opinion of the majority of humanity, I initially considered this a useful service, exposing what I assumed to be rampant neglect and disinterest among the majority of care-givers in the world (ignoring, of course, my own occasional neglect and disinterest, which I'm certain is wholly justified during those moments I feel it). 

We don't have a nanny per se, so it's easy to sit back and judge the choices of others.  But Oodgie doesn't get much of a break taking care of Cheeky, so we do occasionally hire a nanny who works down the hall from us as a part-time babysitter during the day so she can focus on her knitting her business and maintain some shred of humanity get some personal time.  We've known her for a long time and observed her with kids, and felt confident that she takes good care of Cheeky.  That's not to say that she doesn't occasionally spend more time on her cell phone than necessary, or that she gives Cheeky the same love and attention that we would give her, but considering the alternatives we're pretty happy. 

A couple days ago she came back from the playground with Cheeky traumatized.  According to her, she was at the local playground right by the Promenade, and Cheeky wanted to see the boats on the river.  Cheeky, being tired, irrational, and three insisted on staying strapped into her stroller, so the babysitter pushed her down towards the river.  According to her, a woman, apparently perceiving a child trapped in a stroller against her will, began yelling at her and taking pictures with her cell phone.  A shouting match broke out, and the sitter, visibly upset, left as quickly as possible.  Cheeky was asleep within two minutes of the altercation, and the sitter came home quickly and told us about it.

My first thoughts, upon hearing this, were:

  1. If someone--anyone--was taking pictures of my kid without my permission I'd yell at them, too.  And if they threatened me about it I'd break every bone in their face.
  2. If she was taking pictures, they'd no doubt surface on I Saw Your Nanny.
  3. What the fuck right does she have to intercede in our child's life unless there's imminent danger involved?  I may look down on your as a parent, but I've got no right to lecture you on how to raise them.  I leave that to the La Leche nazis.

Oodgie and I have been checking out the site to see if something would get posted.  Sure enough, it showed up yesterday.  As I expected, the story was one-sided and judgmental, although her description of the battle of words definitely gave us pause and made us worried about who our sitter is hanging out with.  We obviously don't know the real story and can't disregard everything this woman said, but we know 80% of the players better than her, and feel like our sitter's side jives better with the personalities involved than the paparazzi.

But what troubled me was the comments.  Holy Christ, people are small-minded and awful.  Attacks were initiated, accusations were made, and tiny little egos were bruised.  It quickly devolved into the sort of name-calling and brow-beating you normally see on that sphincter of a website, UrbanBaby (which I won't even dignify with a link because simply thinking about connecting it to my blog make my skin crawl).  Oodgie even went on to the site to make a comment, and was yelled at for being a bad parent and accused of being the nanny covering her tracks. 

WTF PEOPLE HAVE YOU NOTHING BETTER TO DO WITH YOUR BRIEF, COWARDLY TIME ON THIS PLANET THAN TO VERBALLY DEFECATE ON OTHER PEOPLE WHILE CONSTANTLY REFRESHING YOUR BROWSER IN A MASTURBATORY MANNER IN HOPES OF SOME VALIDATION FROM YOUR EQUALLY SELF-SATISFIED "FRIENDS?"

OK, got that off my chest.

Anyway, maybe I'm being unfair...I acknowledge that I don't know shit about anything besides ancient Greek history and 80s movies.  And the whole Rashoman angle of he said/she said to this tale definitely makes a guy wonder if he's being blind.  So at the risk of inviting unwanted scrutiny and bile upon this blog, let me ask you...what do you think?  Is my distaste for this behavior making me stupid?  Am I justified, or a dick?  Is there a salient point to this madness that my feeble mind cannot grasp?  And should we be more worried than we are?  Let me know!

Happy Birthday, Cheeky!

This weekend we celebrated Cheeky's third birthday.  Balloons were purchased, children were present, snack mix was eaten, ice cream cake was left in the sun to melt.  Invitations were extended to a small coterie of people who fit the description of "friends of Oodgie from college who had kids and also happened to be on the North Fork of Long Island that particular weekend" and we all basked in the glorious weather and general confusion that any party involving kids between 2 and 12 inevitably includes. 

I could say something sappy about how much Cheeky has expanded my concept of love and the ways in which she delights me every single day, but I'm feeling minimalist today.  I hope that on some level she knows that her daddy is proud of her and treasures every breath she takes. 

But probably she just knows me as the guy who gets the snacks out of the cabinet and protects her when her mother is ready to kill her.

Happy Birthday, Cheeky!

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OK, so I totally dropped the ball on this year's Cheeky birthday video.  As Oodgie aptly pointed out, "I haven't had time" is a bullshit excuse...I've just been a flake.  Maybe if I think of a good song to go with the pictures I'll put up a belated montage, but at this point....

8 AM

Applelinenewyork I am sooooo juiced for tomorrow morning.

After two insufferable years with the crappiest, most aggravating, poorly designed, useless piece of garbage phone in the history of telecommunications, I'm getting an iPhone.

I've been drooling over them for a year now, but Verizon's absurd contract terms and termination fee has kept me from pulling the trigger.  Meanwhile all the cool people are googling themselves as they walk down the street, or twittering about how the dork next to them (i.e. me) is carrying some lame-ass phone that doesn't even play movies.  In my line of work if you don't have an iPhone you might as well be carrying a beeper.

The line at the AT&T store down the block has already formed, and the Apple Store has had a line since last Saturday.  I can only think of one thing that would get me to camp out for a week on a urine-soaked sidewalk, and this ain't it.  But come 8 AM you'd better believe I'll be scratching at the window of one of those stores.  I will not be denied.

And finally, my life will be complete.

That's 21 More Than Miley Cyrus

Cheeky's birthday is coming up this weekend, and the Crouton family (the feminine portion, at least) is getting geared up for some major festivities.  Cups, hats, banners, and god knows what else will all be lovingly assembled for a cacophony of Cheeky's "friends", who will in turn dump said preparations into the pool and cry. 

I have my own preparations, including the obligatory birthday post, Ver. 3.0, which I have to get crackin' on.  In the interim, I'm going to yet again steal a music meme from my comrades-in-tunes (although also simultaneously posted by DadCentric maestro Jason, who himself stole it from here) and pass it along to you, my faithful reader(s). 

The meme:  pick your favorite album from every year you've been alive. 

Here's my list.  Yes, it's very, very long, so consider all your age jokes as delivered and duly received.  Leave me a comment with a link to your list so I can steal check it out!

1970:  Van Morrison - Moondance

1971:  David Bowie - Hunky Dory

1972:  Rolling Stones - Exile on Main Street

1973:  Led Zeppelin - Houses of the Holy

1974:  Bob Dylan - Blood on the Tracks

1975:  Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here

1976:  Stevie Wonder - Songs in the Key of Life

1977:  Fleetwood Mac - Rumours

1978:  AC/DC - Powerage

1979:  The Clash - London Calling (unofficially, the best year in music EVAH)

1980:  Dire Straits - Making Movies

1981:  Hall & Oates - Private Eyes 

1982:  Iron Maiden - Number of the Beast

1983:  The Police - Synchronicity

1984:  Prince - Purple Rain

1985:  The Replacements - Tim

1986:  Paul Simon - Graceland

1987:  Guns N' Roses - Appetite for Destruction

1988:  Traveling Wilburys - Traveling Wilburys Vol. 1

1989:  Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique

1990:  They Might Be Giants - Flood

1991:  P.M. Dawn - Of the Heart, Of the Soul, and the Cross....

1992:  Rage Against the Machine - Rage Against the Machine

1993:  Urge Overkill - Saturation

1994:  Green Day - Dookie

1995:  The Jayhawks - Tomorrow the Green Grass

1996:  Semisonic - Great Divide

1997:  Mason Jennings - Mason Jennings

1998:  Air - Moon Safari

1999:  Wilco - Summerteeth

2000:  Los Amigos Invisibles - Arepa 3000

2001:  Ben Folds - Rockin' the Suburbs

2002:  The Flaming Lips - Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots

2003:  The White Stripes - Elephant

2004:  Palomar - Palomar III:  Revenge of Palomar

2005:  Goldfrapp - Supernature

2006:  The Kleptones - 24 Hours or Wolfmother - Wolfmother (I need more time to let these age to decide)

2007:  Spoon - Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga or LCD Soundsystem - Sound of Silver  (See above)

2008 (so far):  Flight of the Conchords - Flight of the Conchords  (although the new Girl Talk is lookin' very, very good....)

Kara, is this the summer meme you were looking for?

Spirit of '76

7896049_400x400 My clearest memories of Independence Day growing up--aside from lighting snakes on the driveway--was around the US Bicentennial in 1976.  All the teachers in school were a-twitter about the significance ("200 years old!") and regaled us with tales of Paul Revere, Thomas Jefferson, and Ben Franklin.  The fireworks were an extra-big deal that year, and celebrities like Sandy Duncan , Captain & Tennille, and Evel Knievel all seemed to have specials celebrating it.  As a six year-old, it was AWESOME.

So when a group of comrades on a music bulletin board I periodically waste time on decided to split up the 70's and make mixes for each year of the decade, I volunteered for 1976.  I was a little worried at first, since '76 was when Zeppelin and the Stones started phoning it in and just before punk really took off, but I was able to pull together a respectable retrospective of the year.

To celebrate your 4th, and perhaps transport yourself back to a time when there wasn't all the hand-wringing about flag-pins and patriotism, I'm sharing the mix with you.  While you're at it, you should check out some of the great other mixes from the decade, like 1975 and 1978.

Here's the tracklist, and you can download it here.  You go enjoy now.

  1. Thin Lizzy - Jailbreak
  2. AC/DC - Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
  3. Kiss - Shout it Out Loud
  4. Aerosmith - Sick as a Dog
  5. Boston - More Than a Feeling
  6. Styx - Lorelei
  7. Flamin' Groovies - Shake Some Action
  8. Electric Light Orchestra - Do Ya
  9. Rod Stewart - The Killing of Georgie (Part I and II)
  10. Peter Frampton - Lines on my Face
  11. The Modern Lovers - Pablo Picasso
  12. Bob Seger & the Silver Bullet Band - Night Moves
  13. Tom Waits - Tom Traubert's Blues
  14. Gordon Lightfoot - Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
  15. Blue Oyster Cult - (Don't Fear) The Reaper
  16. Bob Dylan - Mozambique
  17. The Commodores  - Fancy Dancer
  18. Hot Chocolate - You Sexy Thing
  19. KC & The Sunshine Band - I'm Your Boogie Man
  20. Boz Scaggs - Lido Shuffle
  21. Stevie Wonder - Sir Duke

We're doing the 80's next so keep your eyes open for another mix once we kick that off.  I've already claimed 1982, and I've whittled the tracklist down to a cozy 41 songs. 

Why Noggin' is a Better English Teacher than Me

Cheeky:  Look, that's my new fool!

Me:  Right, it's your new school.  Can you say "school?"  SK-OOL?

Cheeky:  Fool!

Me:  No, it's SK-OOL.  School!

Cheeky:  Right, daddy.  Fool!

Me:  Yeah.  Fool.  Whatever...

Some time later...

Me:  What do you want to eat?

Cheeky:  Um....I want some pfthert!

Me:  Some what? 

Cheeky:  I want some pfthert, Daddy.

Me:  Pfthert?  What the hell is pfthert?

Oodgie:  (translating) She means dessert.

Me:  You want some dessert.  Can you say, "dessert?"  DA-ZERT?

Cheeky:  Sure!  Fazert!

Me:  Um, let's try one more time.  DA-ZERT.  Say it with me.

Cheeky;  FA-ZERT!

Oodgie:  Cheeky, why don't you tell daddy what you told me you were good at today.

Cheeky:  (smiling)  METACOGNITION!

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