Chrissy, I agree that it sounds like a good plan.
Bridge, WTG on the compliment! I'm not sure if I imagined reading before that you're curious about the Waldorf curriculum. If you look on my FB friends list, there's a friend named Sej, who's a trained Waldorf teacher. I could hook you guys up if you want to dig in a little more in that arena.
Sooo... I confess I wussed out on my "compost police" duties. There I was rolling my eyes and shaking my head at the fact there wasn't enough room for my compostable stuff, since the bin was filled with lots of people's plastic bags and styrofoam with Chinese leftovers in it. I stayed in the kitchen and started sorting things into their right places, contemplating notes I could leave on the subject. Then I start chatting to this woman who comes into the kitchen, and she's so friendly and making herself soup. And in the middle of her chatting away, she puts her Campbell's soup can into the compost bin. I really wanted to say something. I even kind of started to motion towards the bin, but she was just so happy and friendly, talking about her son. I couldn't find the right moment to interrupt her or even change my facial expression, and even after a half-second pause, I just didn't feel like being "that guy" who goes around correcting people. I know. I know. I missed a teachable moment. You guys can feel free to throw your biodegradable items at me now.
Just before that, I was out on a walk and wandered into a store with cheap used books in it. I was making a pile of stuff for Bodhi, when I heard this woman yell, "Don't move, dumb ass!". I was SHOCKED to find it was a mom yelling at her 2 year old girl. I yelled "Hey!" before I could think about it, and the woman didn't even notice. The little girl stomped over to me, and I just felt like she needed someone to be sweet to her at that moment, so I started reading to her from a book about animals. Her mom came over, looked at us, and then walked off, apparently perfectly happy to leave her with me. She went all the way to the opposite end of the store out of sight, and I almost had to get up and look for her because she was gone so long. When she finally came back, I took the window to get back to work. I say "Good bye" to the little girl, and the mom didn't even say anything to me. Believe me, I was trying to make eye contact. The little girl was the one who said "thank you for reading to me". Now, let me first qualify that I usually hate threads where people talk about how they saw how awful this other parent was being doing such and such, and how they felt so sad for the poor little thing, because I can't stand the slightest whiff of a smugfest, where people are basically criticizing others' parenting as a way to congratulate themselves for being such great parents. (I once went to a babywearing meeting, and during the beginning step, where they go around the room and everyone gets a couple minutes to talk about their week, 5 out of 10 moms used their time to tell horror stories about other mothers they saw out in public. I thought, "Really? That's the most important thing you've got going on with you right now?") But anyway, yeah, this is one of those moments where I will say what a lousy job that woman is doing with her child, how mad I am about, and how I wanted to just take that little girl in her fuzzy pink cat hat home with me. I'm still sad thinking about her, and regret not taking the time to get more in the woman's face about the way she demeaned her little one.