Our daughter’s first grade teacher has a superpower.
Well, he probably has more than one, since he manages to care for, keep track of and somehow even teach over 20 six-year-olds all at once.
But the particular superpower we’re talking about is his ability to never, ever, like-seriously-not-ever yell at the kids. And yes, we absolutely consider this a superpower, since we only have three kids, yet find ourselves yelling at them all the time.
So to give our voices (and our kids’ ears) a break, we decided to ask this soft-spoken superhero for some pointers that we – and you – could use at home.
People will tell you a lot of things you should do as a parent. Your dentist says you should bring your kids in for a checkup as soon as they sprout teeth, your sister says you should buy this particular brand of diaper rash cream, the nice old lady at the grocery store says you should spoil your kids because they’re only little once.
All of these shoulds are debatable. But here’s one that’s not:
You absolutely should know what to do if your child starts choking.
As a parent, you want what’s best for your kids, right? That’s why you buckle them into their car seats, make them eat all their vegetables, and read plenty of parenting articles like this one. After all, if there’s something your babies need, by golly you’re going to give it to them!
There’s only one problem: it’s hard to always know what your children truly need…
Last weekend, the Doctor and the Dad packed up the car, buckled up the kids and headed up the coast for our absolute, no-doubt-about-it favorite event of the year: The California Avocado Festival.
For three days, our family consumed as much of the green stuff as possible, including fried avocado wedges, avocado ice cream, avocado whoopie pies, avocado beer (Mom and Dad only, of course), and chips with loads of delicious dip scooped straight out of the World’s Largest Vat of Guacamole.
Hey, you. Yes, you. The Overly Competitive Mom I saw at the children’s play place the other day.
Remember me? I’m That Other Mom who was there all by herself, watching her kids. Well, technically I wasn’t so much “watching” as I was “frantically chasing” my 12-month-old daughter, trying to make sure she didn’t fall flat on her face or stumble directly into the path of some other gleefully reckless child.