crate training your child 101

when i'm home with the kids, we color.  play with playdough.  play with cars.  build with blocks.  read.  watch movies.  normal things.

this is what the aviator does when he has the kids alone.

this is a picture of little c.  in a cage.  with axel.

i found this picture when i was uploading my pictures from the weekend.

i didn't take it.

i know.  this is not the first picture of little c in the dog crate.  it's not even the first picture of little c in the dog crate on this blog.

but it is the first picture (or should i say "pictures") of one of our children in the crate WITH the dog.

and the latches locked.

and mommy not around to regulate the torture of said children.

because this child, my baby, looks miserable.

"get my baby out of there before the dog bites him and starts a wrestling match in the cage."

i have to be around to supervise because the aviator can't always be trusted to make smart decisions when it comes to the physical abuse of our children.  oh sure, he calls it playing.  and yes, they seem to enjoy it.

but that doesn't make it right.  to me. and it takes years off of the aviator's mom's life.

and it makes the kids scream that high pitch scream.  the one that makes my skin crawl.  and my ears bleed.  and makes me yell over the screaming to make the screaming stop.

but it never works.

and then i cry.  and i make a drink to take the edge off.  but i don't drink it because i have to make dinner.  or fold the laundry.  or clean up kitty yack.  or something equally as enjoyable.

and seriously, why are there so many pictures?

i didn't even post them all.

and why was this fun?

and why is there an 8 minute video, in addition to the pictures of our child locked in this crate?

i didn't post it.  you'd have to use viewer discretion.  and you may or may not have that. i thought i'd use it as blackmail against the aviator.  in case he ever tries to leave me with the kids.

i'll just say i did this.

-dimply stacy