I'm all for keeping the kid from screaming. Anything to keep the kid from screaming.

At my MiL's house Owen started asking for his usual apple juice. And by asking, I mean screaming repeatedly when I explained to him that Nana didn't have any. He continued crying for it as we sat down to dinner. Bless my SiL, since she grabbed her purse, ran out the door and reappeared 10 minutes later with a bottle of apple juice.

I try to respect "no food or drink" rules but when it comes down to my kids, I'm going to pay any freakin' fine they want to throw at me if Owen wants some fruit juice or cheeze its.

I have absolutely given Emeline food on the subway out here if she's cranky or fractious. And out here, it's a $120 fine and you get ejected from the train.

But as Allyson said, anything to keep the kid from screaming.

when it comes down to my kids, I'm going to pay any freakin' fine they want to throw at me if Owen wants some fruit juice or cheeze its.

Can't be said enough.

This NYE = staying home and going to bed early. Hopefully watching the full parades for the first time in years.

Last time I had fun.

I've had fun several years since Imoved back to NY - 1998 swing party at Ratner's Deli, 2000 in Times Square, 2001 at the Waldorf was more fun as an idea than in execution, low-key parties at my place and at a friend's in 2002 and 2003 (maybe 2004), and last year was fun.

I tend to not have fun anymore if too many people are really getting drunk where I am. Odd, I know, but it helps for me to know it and plan accordingly.

I've been shoulder-checking people who are in my way for awhile now...sometimes even if I can move out of the way. Bob says "you are about a year and a half away from yelling at strangers on the street." Which is probably true.

Oh dog, speaking of strollers. One of the scariest moments in my life (building on an escalator fear) was the day a tourist family put their stroller on a busy escalator at Dupont Circle. It was pretty crowded and I was right behind them. I'm not sure how it happened, but the stroller got locked sideways at the top of the escalator and the rest of us just kept coming...like those chocolates on the conveyor belt in the Lucy episode...and NOT in a fun way. I ran into the mom, through no velocity of my own and got so panicked that I experienced one of those superhuman strength moments and yanked the stroller vertically with one arm. It made this jerky, up and over motion and landed on the other side of the handrail. I ended up falling on the mom and then hopping over the other kid and bouncing off the dad before jumping free. Thank the powers, the baby wasn't hurt but LORD, I was so scared as the rest of the riders came tripping off the stairs, all I could do was shout JEEEsus KEERist. Not even sure where that came from. So incredibly scary. I didn't stop shaking for a while. Now? I see a stroller? I go another way.

You're lucky she didn't start yelling at you.

bon bon, you've met me - ain't nothing wrong with yelling at strangers on the street. I just told some wakkos holding a sign that says "Only Roman Catholics Are Going To Heaven" and handing out flyers that they were 1) crazy (said when walking out to lunch) and 2) horrible people (said when returning from lunch).

eating on train.

people can stop me from having coffee on the train when they actually fine me or start enforcing littering rules (which I find as a much more offensive offense).

Stand right, walk left, dammit!

YES! thank you. On the escalator. Also, on the moving sidewalks at the airport. GET OUT OF MY WAY, SLOWIES!!!

I like to spend NYE w/ the Baby New Year (here seen w/ my friend who was pregnant last year...it's supposedly lucky if you have your picture taken with Baby New Year when you're pregnant).

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He runs out of his house when the ball drops on 34th St. (the crazy xmas lights street in my neighborhood) and mingles with the people. Except one year when it was icy and he ran out, fell on his be-diapered ass, and ran back inside.

Here's me there last year:

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bon bon, you've met me - ain't nothing wrong with yelling at strangers on the street.

I think you are the New York personage that Bob was thinking of. I have started muttering at strangers on the street. Well, more accurately, people SITTING on the only exit at the South Ferry station. OH HELLS NO.

I'm in complete agreement about scream control techniques. Believe me...I'm down...but the slobbery, smear the sticky everywhere thing just seems disrespectful and unsanitary. I'd be lying if I said I've never snuck a morsel on a train...I just don't want to sit on or grab someone else's mess on a handrail.