Shoe update

The things we do as parents.... LOL!

Owen's on a shoe strike, as I mentioned earlier. But he'll wear slippers. Unfortunately, slippers won't cut it on a day like today (freezing rain). Keep his feet warm? Yup. Keep them dry? Not a chance. But I had a lightbulb moment as I was eating my lunch after his appointment. He wants slippers instead of shoes? Sure, why not? So I eplained to him that his Thomas slippers are only for in the house- but we could go out and buy a special pair of "outside slippers" for him to wear outside.

I'm evil, I know.

So we went out to the store and found a pair of "outside slippers". He loves them and is -*SHOCK*- wearing them! But they aren't shoes. They're "outside slippers". And no-one better say otherwise! LOL!

Oh, and here's a rant for you. I have never felt so much anger towards a child before. Owen and I got off work early today (4:00 instead of 6:00) because the daycare closed early in anticipation of some nasty weather coming our way (in reality it didn't hit us hard until around 7:30 or so). So I took him to the mall right across the street from our house (if the weather turned nasty I could get him home quickly). I took him to play in the play area. He was having fun for a little while. Our kids play area has huge baby items to climb on (bottle, blocks, bear, etc). Owen was having a blast trying to jump from the bottle nipple to the bottle. Except everytime he made it this other boy would knock him down. Okay, whatever, boys being boys. This boy was older (maybe 7-8) and really should not have been in there anyway. After the 4th or 5th time I went over and asked Owen if he was okay. He said yes, he was having fun. So I mentioned to the other boy to please stop knocking Owen down. I turned around and walked back to the bench. I sat down for less than 5 minutes when I saw that Owen finally made it jumping from the nipple to the bottle and was standing up on it (it's about waist high on me so he was a good distance off the ground, but he's jumped from it before with no problems so I wasn't worried). Until the little brat turned around, saw Owen had made it to the top and KICKED Owens legs, flipping him backwards off the bottle. It looked horrible. Owen started screaming. I thought for sure he had broken his arm, the way he had landed. I immediately jumped up and ran to him. Just as the brat JUMPED off the bottle and ONTO Owen. Just as I reached Owen the boy then KICKED him in the head. I flipped out. I took the kids leg off Owen's head and push him aside while telling him to back away. The boys parents were sitting right there, inches away from where it happened. They never asked if Owen was okay (he is), never said sorry, never told the boy to say sorry or said anything to the boy at all (I know they saw what happened- they couldn't have missed it!). I couldn't believe it. They were seriously going to just sit there and let their boy hurt other kids. Owen could have been seriously injured! I flipped out on the parents. I admit it wasn't my finest moment but I couldn't believe it. I honestly held it together a lot better than I thought I would. Since there were other kids around I managed to not curse. But I did make it known that the boy was far too big to be playing there and far too dangerous to the other kids. The parents sat there staring at me. Never said a word. It was just.... weird. Very odd. And the little boy went right on bullying the other kids. Not surprisingly, most of the other parents packed up their kids and left after seeing what happened. I didn't want to punish Owen by making him leave- it wasn't his fault, afterall. So he sat with me for a few minutes then decided he wanted to play again. Now, if I were Owen I would have gone over and beat the tar out of the boy (yeah, real mature of me, I know). Owen got down from the bench, walked right past the boy and didn't touch him or even look at him. Yup, my 4 year old has better control of himself then I would. LOL! I was very proud of him. He played for a few more minutes then we left.