Showing posts with label rant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rant. Show all posts
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Dazzlingly Rotten Evenflo Car Seat Video
I found this via The Car Seat Lady and am trying really hard to appreciate that Evenflo is working to be hip and funny.
Still trying...
Nope, didn't work. I don't think car seats are a good source of slapstick, especially when a company puts a video out on the web that shows stupid installation (the seat shown goes to 40 lbs rearfacing, and if that baby is 41 lbs and ready to face forward, I am the next MLB commisioner) and leaves the average person assuming that expert installation of a car seat is silly and that the new extended RF guidelines issued by the AAP aren't neccessary and potentially lifesaving.
I'm a carseat safety maniac. I admit it. Maybe it's because I see keeping my charges (and random kids in general) safe as a big part of my role as a nanny. Maybe it's because I can't imagine the guilt a parent would feel if their child died in an automobile accident and their death could have been avoided with proper carseat use. Maybe I just like telling people what to do. Your guess is as good as mine.
The fact remains that I take car seat safety seriously - in fact, I am kind of humorless about it. So, Evenflo, I am not laughing, and I'm going to spread the word about your inane and dangerous corporate sense of humor as far as I can in my little corner of the internet.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Incompetancy, Bureaucracy, and Parenting Difficulty
A 16 month old girl was murdered by her 19 year old mom and/or the mom's 18 year old boyfriend this week in my city.
Nine days before she died, she was taken to the hospital with a broken arm and leg.
DFACS dropped the ball. Completely, utterly, and inexcusably. They sent this baby home with her mother.
Nine days later, she was dead. Head trauma.
I currently care for a child about that age. I have seen 6 other kids through that age, and I managed to not fatally injure any of them.
I know what you're thinking. Yes, I am older, more mature, more educated, and likely much better able to cope with the myriad of frustrations parenting a toddler dumps on you each and every day. Yay me.
But what about the teen parents, the older yet still uneducated parents, the well-meaning but ignorant parents? And, more importantly, what about the children? The safety net that currently exists loses kids every day. DFACS is obviously broken, not just in my city but nationwide. What can be done to fix the system?
I don't have the answers, at least not real answers that could be realitically put into play. I can list all sorts of "magic wand" ideas, but that means nothing, because I haven't got a magic wand.
I think it may be finally time to volunteer as a mentor for young moms. Because sitting on my butt crying about the death of a little girl does nothing to help fix the problem.
Off to stick my finger in the proverbial dike.
Nine days before she died, she was taken to the hospital with a broken arm and leg.
DFACS dropped the ball. Completely, utterly, and inexcusably. They sent this baby home with her mother.
Nine days later, she was dead. Head trauma.
I currently care for a child about that age. I have seen 6 other kids through that age, and I managed to not fatally injure any of them.
I know what you're thinking. Yes, I am older, more mature, more educated, and likely much better able to cope with the myriad of frustrations parenting a toddler dumps on you each and every day. Yay me.
But what about the teen parents, the older yet still uneducated parents, the well-meaning but ignorant parents? And, more importantly, what about the children? The safety net that currently exists loses kids every day. DFACS is obviously broken, not just in my city but nationwide. What can be done to fix the system?
I don't have the answers, at least not real answers that could be realitically put into play. I can list all sorts of "magic wand" ideas, but that means nothing, because I haven't got a magic wand.
I think it may be finally time to volunteer as a mentor for young moms. Because sitting on my butt crying about the death of a little girl does nothing to help fix the problem.
Off to stick my finger in the proverbial dike.
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