When did parenting get so effing serious?
Every where you look these days, parents are up in arms about the ways other people raise their kids. Don’t Cry It Out! Don’t spank! No TV! No fast food! No smoking!
And yet, despite all these precautions, the ultimate result – the person your kid ends up being, regardless of how strictly or loosely he is raised – is still a mystery. So why can’t we all lighten up a bit?
This past weekend, my nine-month-old son and my 101-year-old grandmother met for the first time.
Both of them immediately forgot the event.
This is admittedly amazing and ridiculous, but I barely have time to set my DVR, let alone watch anything on it or build an intricate toothpick sculpture.
More power to him. See close-ups here.
At what point do I shove a toothbrush down my son’s throat?
The dude is HUGE.
Let me level-set a bit: I’m not talking Maury Povich huge; I live above the Mason-Dixon line, people. But he’s got rolls. At 9 months-old he’s got rolls! My friends jokingly say he must have something stuffed in those huge cheeks of his but it’s not a joke to me: I am COMPLETELY CONVINCED he has something in there. It’s the only explanation. It’s not like we’re feeding him french fries and milkshakes.
But he looks like that guy from Big Trouble in Little China. And I don’t mean Kim Cattrall. Something must be done!
Having just survived an intercontinental trip with our 8-month-old baby, I am ready to share what I’ve learned. I’ve already discussed how well my son handled the trip and while I’ll be the first to admit that it wasn’t exactly easy, or quite as relaxing as previous baby-free vacations, it wasn’t nearly as bad as we’d been led to believe it might be.
Of course, I know that’s not what many of you want to hear, especially on this blog, so…I wrote the following list for you. Consider it your daily helping of schadenfreude.