I wrote a bit about the theatrical release of “Bully” – specifically its PG-13 rating – last year. I didn’t have a chance to see it in theaters, but it’s finally on Netflix, and I didn’t wait more than a day to watch.
I was never violently bullied as a kid. My worst first-hand experiences involved people I thought were my friends spending time & effort to be friendly to me for weeks at a time before pulling the curtain to reveal our relationship was a setup for a big joke.
It happened with girlfriends, and it happened with boys on whom I had crushes.
My worst experience was in eighth grade. We had a big school trip coming up in a few months, and all the girls were separating into who’d room with whom. I had three friends who said, up until the last minute, that we’d be roommates. Suddenly with room signups in our hands, they said I couldn’t room with them.
A long weekend away from home, an extended slumber party, and all the fun I’d anticipated for weeks was shamefully and publicly – among our peers, at least – ripped from my hands. I don’t know who my roommates were for the trip, but I remember being jumbled into a group that needed a fourth. They were girls I knew, but they weren’t my “friends.”
Middle school is the reason I spent most of high school without close friends. I didn’t trust anyone. My weak preteen heart couldn’t handle the rejection, so I was friendly with everyone but friends with no one.
Part of the distance I kept led to me watching other kids be bullied without saying a word. I saw fights, I saw playground-esque kicking, tripping, hitting and general shenanigans that are just rude when the recipient is obviously being ridiculed. I saw kids whose clothes weren’t right be ignored by mostly everyone. I remember many who weren’t even lucky like me to be friendly with most people but instead were friendly with no one. They sat alone, and the only interaction they had with classmates was negative.
I can’t imagine any of that for my own babies. I can’t imagine any of that for any of your babies. My kids are only two, and my toddler-parent brain cannot fathom what it’s like to parent older kids who interact with bullies or, worse, are bullies.
It’s easy to forget what it was like for myself in school. It’s even easier to forget the sadness I witnessed and basically ignored.
“Bully” was released in theaters last spring, and it’s an amazing reminder of what happens to kids. I cried watching the film because the parents of these kids are powerless. No one but kids know the full extent of what goes on. The teachers, the authorities, the bullies’ parents, the parents of the bullied kids, even – none of them can accept full responsibility, so none of them can fix the problem.
It’s everyone’s problem, and it won’t be fixed until everyone addresses it. It doesn’t matter if you weren’t bullied as a kid. It doesn’t matter if your kids aren’t bullied. It doesn’t matter if you don’t see it, or if you don’t believe what kids are saying. It doesn’t matter if the bullies stick out a hand and say, “Sorry,” when they’re forced to apologize.
What does matter? I don’t know. But as I’m working to raise three 2-year-olds into three school-age children, I hope what matters is that we all strive to teach our kids that everyone deserves a friend, that we all deserve to be treated well, that it isn’t right to ignore a person, that we’re all different in so many ways – and that’s how we want to be.
The kids who give up and kill others and/or themselves to revenge or escape their bullied horrors and the kids who drive them to do so – those are the extremes of bullying we all want to avoid. All those who fall in between are the real problem, though, because letting bullying at all be a norm require those extremes to take place.
There are no qualifiers that limit to whom I’d recommend this film. Parents, educators, medical professionals, grandparents, friends, KIDS – everyone should watch this film and work to take bullying out of the equation.
We’re two-for-two on Boon products we use and love (grass drying rack and frog pod), so when I received an offer to review Boon’s new line of sippy cups, I jumped on it. Bonus: One of YOU will win the chance to try Boon’s new cups, too.

I’m a strict parent when it comes to availability of drinks and snacks for my toddlers. Life with three rowdy 2-year-olds opens a messy door, so Toby, Eleanor and Callista only drink water when they’re off and running. All other beverages are saved for sit-down meals, and they’re always served in lidded cups.
Because toddlers are curious by nature and my trio live by the monkey-see-monkey-do rule of childhood, sippy cups save me from constant floor, furniture and clothes washing. They can drink straight from an open cup with no problem, but they have a hard time existing next to said open cup. They’re toddlers, and they get distracted by birds and bugs, let alone the two other 2-year-olds in our house. Their cups spend more time on their sides on the floor than sitting properly on a flat surface. At this stage, what more can I expect?
All three cups have an interchangeable valve system that’s entirely new to me. Liquids don’t pass through the valve, so there are no tiny crevices to cram sponges or brushes into for washing or, worse, from which to remove food/dirt/etc. (Toby likes to put a bite of food on his cup spout then eat and drink in one fell swoop. I’m often called to dig out a squashed grain of rice or piece of vegetable). The valves fill the spout, and liquid flows around, rather than through, the single piece when kids tip and sip the cup. Not only is it super easy to clean, it also does an amazing job of preventing spills – better than any I’ve seen. A few drops of liquid can pool in the spout after Kiddo pulls away post-sip, but unless they’re on a mischievous streak and are plotting vandalism, that small amount doesn’t create a significant mess.
Modster is Boon’s new intro sippy cup, meant for children ages 6 months and older. The spout is slightly pliable and probably feels good on newly-teething gums. It isn’t soft, but it isn’t hard, either. It’s hard enough to prevent a biter from closing the spout but soft enough to be gentle on sore gums if a teething baby wants to gnaw away while learning to sip.
The handles are a permanent fixture, and while I shied away from a trait so obviously meant for babies just learning to handle cups, my trio love to hold and carry their “monster” cup (they think the eyes, tooth and tail are hilarious) by its handles. Sure, handles help early learners, but they’re also useful for on-the-go toddlers.


Sip is a transitional cup, easily taking parents and babies from cups with handles to cups without. The handles secure into place under each lid by locking onto tiny tabs or are simply left off. The ounce and milliliter markings on the outside of the translucent cup make it easy to monitor fluid intake for sick kids or if you’re just into that sort of thing (I was for a long time).
With a 10-oz. capacity, it’s the perfect size being out and about or just running around the back yard. It’s enough to last a while without needing to stop for frequent refills, but it isn’t too much for toddlers to eventually empty.
Stout transitions from a lidded cup to an open one. All three of these cups could be used without lids, but Boon’s Stout cup doesn’t have a screw-on lid like Modster and Spout, meaning it doesn’t have the possibly uncomfortable or distracting threading. Instead, the lid almost seamlessly pops into place by sliding into the cup rather than over the rim, making it difficult for little hands to pop back off.
I have yet to make the open-cup transition with my trio, but they did try out that fancy, no lid feature in our back yard. The wide base makes it really easy for kids to set down without tipping.
The major pros:
I love, love, love the bright colors. They’re the colors I picked for ETC’s bedroom almost three years ago, so I clearly don’t disagree with the available palette. Also, with two girls and one boy, the colors are fair for all three to share, though we often have fights break out over the greens.
The valve system is impressive. I normally scoff at “leak proof” advertisements because I hadn’t really found a good leak-proof system until now. I suspect the difference is in the around-the-valve fluid flow instead of through-the-valve. Smart folks, those Boon designers!
The major cons:
The price may turn some shoppers away. If I were in the thick of a search for the perfect first sippy cup for my triplets, I probably would shy away from Modster’s current Target online price of $7.49 for one cup. The two pack of Sip cups are better priced at $12.99, and the Stout two pack runs at an even-better $10.99.
Storage is a bit of a pain. My kitchen space is limited, and my numbers are great, so ability to stack anything I can is a selling point. I can’t stack these cups. The only bright side is that because they prevent leaks so well, they can be used all day, every day instead of me needing to switch from meal-time milk cups to free-to-run water cups. With this practice, I’d only need three, which would be in constant use when not being washed and never truly needing to be stacked and stored.
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Boon sponsored this review by sending me Modster, Sip and Stout cups to review, but the opinions I’ve expressed here are solely my own and represent my honest opinion.
“It’s nice to meet you!”
These three get more enjoyable as they get more understandable. Toddlerhood is where life’s joy lives.
This serenade is courtesy of ETC at dinner, taco night edition.
I shared this tried-and-true recipe for salt-and-vinegar kale chips eons ago and dusted it today off when I found myself staring down a bunch of kale, looming lunch time with toddlers and current exhaustion over smoothies.
I wasn’t sure if they’d share my passion for vinegar, and I didn’t want to inhale two batches on my own, so I tried a new fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants “recipe” in true Jenny style – I poked around and used what I found that looked good.
Follow the S&V recipe until you’ve coated your kale with olive oil. Then sprinkle over a healthy coating of Italian spices you have on hand. I used Penzeys Sandwich Sprinkle, a mixture of garlic, salt, basil, oregano, rosemary, thyme, marjoram, black pepper. Then I grated fresh Asiago cheese over the pan of kale, making sure the top layer lacked any open holes without cheese. Then I hand tossed the whole lot and popped it in my 300F oven. Thirty minutes later, voila!
Kale chips even three toddlers with happily eat, even before their fruit.
Treat others as you wish to be treated. That’s what we’re taught, right?
Somewhere along the way, probably in the thick of teenage hell, many people gain a bit too much just-don’t-give-a-shit and throw the intention behind the Golden Rule out the window. Thick skins, sharp tongues, general detachment and a healthy dose of peer pressure alter our view of how we want to be treated. “Words roll off my back, so they should roll off everyone’s.” I’ve heard it, I’ve read it, and yes, I’ve thought it.
Maybe you never treat someone poorly directly, but you’re guilty as sin of thinking of them poorly. You may even speak poorly of others.
I do. I’ve considered people watching in a crowd with friends a spectator sport for years. We see something odd or funny or horrifying and snark on it for a laugh. Replace “crowds” with the Internet or Hollywood, and I think I’ve probably discovered America’s new favorite pastime.
Pull up a chair, pop some popcorn and harp on someone who amuses you. We’re all kings and queens, and Anonymous Passerby is our court jester. Dance, stranger! Give me something to laugh at!
Then I had kids. I look at strangers who pique my snarky interest differently. That’s someone’s baby. Well, they used to be. My babies will someday be big and out in the wide world, and someone might look at them and see or hear something they find different or amusing and whisper a rude comment to a friend for a laugh – at the expense of my baby.
Perfection was redefined when I met Toby, Eleanor and Callista. They have their flaws. They have their quirks. Their features aren’t all perfectly symmetrical and may be a bit too small or a bit too big or a bit crooked, but every last feature is perfect because they came with or have developed with these three people I won’t imagine life without. They’re growing, so of course we’re working to help them change and grow, but I wouldn’t dare wave a magic wand and instantly change something just because it isn’t what my brain decides is normal.
Random Passerby/Celebrity/Internet Person, thinking of myself and how I’d like you to treat me probably won’t stop this tough cookie from cracking a joke at your expense – I can be a real jerk like that – but thinking of my trio and how others might see them will halt my rude thoughts quicker than a cheetah.
They need to edit the Golden Rule: Treat others as you wish your favorite people to be treated.
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