Things That Are Bothering You, Got You All Hibbeldy-Jibbeldy, or just downright pissed, RIGHT NOW!

Originally Posted by adambparker

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Ha, I was up til about 4 in the AM from street noise, sirens and police helicopters. Goddamn Wrigleyville.

I heard they shut down the bus routes to Wrigleyville or something once the party got started. Is that true? Everyone I know wanted to go to Wrigley to drink last night. Insanity.

Originally Posted by kwilkinson

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I heard they shut down the bus routes to Wrigleyville or something once the party got started. Is that true? Everyone I know wanted to go to Wrigley to drink last night. Insanity.

I didn't stick my head out of the apartment after the game started "” so not my scene. I'm more of the shake my fist and shout at the whippersnappers from my front porch type.

We were out last night having dinner at an outdoor sidewalk place with some friends. Baby (14 months) was in this huge plastic wagon that she totally loves; we pull her along and she waves at people like the pope, and she sits in it happily while we eat. We call it the "Happy Wagon" because it keeps her in a good mood.

She had been running around the table, in a great mood, but the food arrived so the wife put her in the wagon for a sec as we arranged the table, clearing app plates so there was room to put dinner. In that 15-20 second span, we took our eyes off of her, and she apparently tried to climb out because suddenly some passers-by went "Oh god!" and we turned around and there she was, sprawled on the sidewalk, faceplant.

One woman said "she fell over backwards" and another guy said "she fell right on her face!" but all passers-by had these looks of horror and disapproval on their faces that pretty much said "you stupid *****, how is your wine?"

It was horrible, shameful, embarrassing. Probably as small and as stupid and as guilty as I've ever felt, not to mention concerned for baby (who shook it off just fine and was probably less traumatized than any of us). I wanted to crawl under a car.

Part of me is deeply ashamed, part of me is pissed at those people (didn't look old enough to be parents and out alone on a Thursday) for judging us.

Ack, what a brutal feeling.

Originally Posted by Douglas

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We were out last night having dinner at an outdoor sidewalk place with some friends. Baby (14 months) was in this huge plastic wagon that she totally loves; we pull her along and she waves at people like the pope, and she sits in it happily while we eat. We call it the "Happy Wagon" because it keeps her in a good mood.

She had been running around the table, in a great mood, but the food arrived so the wife put her in the wagon for a sec as we arranged the table, clearing app plates so there was room to put dinner. In that 15-20 second span, we took our eyes off of her, and she apparently tried to climb out because suddenly some passers-by went "Oh god!" and we turned around and there she was, sprawled on the sidewalk, faceplant.

One woman said "she fell over backwards" and another guy said "she fell right on her face!" but all passers-by had these looks of horror and disapproval on their faces that pretty much said "you stupid *****, how is your wine?"

It was horrible, shameful, embarrassing. Probably as small and as stupid and as guilty as I've ever felt, not to mention concerned for baby (who shook it off just fine and was probably less traumatized than any of us). I wanted to crawl under a car.

Part of me is deeply ashamed, part of me is pissed at those people (didn't look old enough to be parents and out alone on a Thursday) for judging us.

Ack, what a brutal feeling.

That actually sounds really bad.

I've been one of these people giving the look. A couple of weeks ago, we were at the playground and these grandparents were at the swings with two kids - one was a toddler, the other one looked like he was maybe 8 or 9 months. They were on the swings... weeee... Came off the swings and the grand-dad put the smaller one on his shoulders. Walks out of the swing area, closes the gate and while I'm putting my kid in the swing, I hear a big thump, then screeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaam. The little one fell back from the grand-dad shoulders straight onto the concrete ground. The guy must have been 6'5". I gave the look.

Originally Posted by Douglas

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Wife is in quite the mood lately, and there really ain't **** I can do about it. She's basically topped out at her position (which she hates) for the moment - she's been offered several promotions but all of them, and basically any step forward at this point, requires moving to a certain much-maligned-by-SF city, which is never, ever going to happen. Today she received news she has been leapfrogged by someone she trained after they got laid off somewhere else in the company, who will now become her boss, only because she is willing to move.

She's looking around, but in this environment, doing what she does, making what she makes, there's not necessarily a lot. She is very frustrated and it shows.

Wow, that blows. Good luck to her.

ouch, gdl. ouch, ouch.

Originally Posted by Douglas

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We were out last night having dinner at an outdoor sidewalk place with some friends. Baby (14 months) was in this huge plastic wagon that she totally loves; we pull her along and she waves at people like the pope, and she sits in it happily while we eat. We call it the "Happy Wagon" because it keeps her in a good mood.

She had been running around the table, in a great mood, but the food arrived so the wife put her in the wagon for a sec as we arranged the table, clearing app plates so there was room to put dinner. In that 15-20 second span, we took our eyes off of her, and she apparently tried to climb out because suddenly some passers-by went "Oh god!" and we turned around and there she was, sprawled on the sidewalk, faceplant.

One woman said "she fell over backwards" and another guy said "she fell right on her face!" but all passers-by had these looks of horror and disapproval on their faces that pretty much said "you stupid *****, how is your wine?"

It was horrible, shameful, embarrassing. Probably as small and as stupid and as guilty as I've ever felt, not to mention concerned for baby (who shook it off just fine and was probably less traumatized than any of us). I wanted to crawl under a car.

Part of me is deeply ashamed, part of me is pissed at those people (didn't look old enough to be parents and out alone on a Thursday) for judging us.

Ack, what a brutal feeling.

Man, that stuff happens. I don't give the look for that sort of thing, because kids fall down, and you can't always be propping them up. Then again I hit the ground a lot in my youth and still have a few of the scars.

Originally Posted by Douglas

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We were out last night having dinner at an outdoor sidewalk place with some friends. Baby (14 months) was in this huge plastic wagon that she totally loves; we pull her along and she waves at people like the pope, and she sits in it happily while we eat. We call it the "Happy Wagon" because it keeps her in a good mood.

She had been running around the table, in a great mood, but the food arrived so the wife put her in the wagon for a sec as we arranged the table, clearing app plates so there was room to put dinner. In that 15-20 second span, we took our eyes off of her, and she apparently tried to climb out because suddenly some passers-by went "Oh god!" and we turned around and there she was, sprawled on the sidewalk, faceplant.

One woman said "she fell over backwards" and another guy said "she fell right on her face!" but all passers-by had these looks of horror and disapproval on their faces that pretty much said "you stupid *****, how is your wine?"

It was horrible, shameful, embarrassing. Probably as small and as stupid and as guilty as I've ever felt, not to mention concerned for baby (who shook it off just fine and was probably less traumatized than any of us). I wanted to crawl under a car.

Part of me is deeply ashamed, part of me is pissed at those people (didn't look old enough to be parents and out alone on a Thursday) for judging us.

Ack, what a brutal feeling.

Baby is okay? This is good news.

While I don't have kids, I am the second youngest of 11, with my three oldest sibs being 1 year older than my mother, my mother's age, and two years younger. This means I have more experience with babies than most parents these days. If there's one thing I learned is, while immensely fragile, babies are tougher than they have any right to be. Also, your reaction usually determines their reaction to a tumble.

I would have given you the look though. For letting your kid run around the table, that is, while I was having dinner!

Originally Posted by Piobaire

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I would have given you the look though. For letting your kid run around the table, that is, while I was having dinner!

Meh. She wasn't "running" per se, she was more just walking between me and her mother, hugging our legs, and being cute. Not crying, not whining, not bothering other patrons, just being good. And we intentionally picked a very casual outdoor place where nobody would be offended.

People without kids can be complete assholes around families and kids. The overwhelming majority is nice and understanding but whenever I spot one of those huffing and puffing douchebags giving the side look, I let the kids loose on them.

Originally Posted by Douglas

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Meh. She wasn't "running" per se, she was more just walking between me and her mother, hugging our legs, and being cute. Not crying, not whining, not bothering other patrons, just being good. And we intentionally picked a very casual outdoor place where nobody would be offended.

Originally Posted by gdl203

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People without kids can be complete assholes around families and kids. The overwhelming majority is nice and understanding but whenever I spot one of those huffing and puffing douchebags giving the side look, I let the kids loose on them.

Was just reacting off your use of the term "running" and I should have stuck a sign in. What your baby was doing would not have bothered anyone and was probably pretty cute. Casual place is a casual place. Like I always say, if I go to Chuckie Cheese and get upset about all the kids, I'm the idiot. If someone has a kid at a good restaurant making a scene, they're the idiot. If it's an upscale place, I have no problem getting the manager to remove the douchebag that just let their kid loose on people paying good money and trying to relax and enjoy themselves. Get a baby sitter ya cheap bearded clam. No need for me to huff and puff; that's the management's job to take care of.

Which they do.

I have yet to see one of these bitter douchebags push the envelope as far as complaining about kids. I would love to see that though - that would make my day.

We have and do take her to some nicer places, including a white tablecloth Italian place, but we have the good sense to remove her from the premises if she is acting up. Typically, though, because we go so often, she is very comfortable there and is a perfect angel. This carries the added advantage that everyone on staff knows and likes us, so often they will carry her off and play with her while we eat. And if someone tried to complain about her, the proprietor would likely throw them out instead of us.

Some of the comments to this article are exactly what I'm talking about.

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/05/09/ny...9toddlers.html