I love my kids, I just hate parenting
So you may have heard about the hurricane nor’easter tornado blizzard thing we had the other day. Here in CT – where we’re staying until next week’s move down south – we lost power Monday afternoon and, thanks to some unique circumstances (tree fall, wires down, electric meter destroyed), look to be power-free for aRead more about Zombie Post: Halloween and a Hurricane[…]
This weekend, we decided to go on a getaway up to Maine. Leaving from CT, where we borrowed my parents car, it’s about six hours each way. Maybe we’re trying to cram in as much New England as possible before we head down south. Maybe we just want to get a taste of all theRead more about Zombie Post: Hell in a Carseat[…]
About two years ago, barely more than a month into the whole “Wow, I own a baby!” thing, I wrote a post comparing babies to lunatics. I’ve resurrected it below. Little did I know that toddlers were about 8000 times more insane. Sure, they’re more fun than babies but they are a lot more unpredictable.Read more about Zombie Post: And I Thought Babies Were Crazy![…]
My son turned two in September, forever removing the need to specify how many months old he is. Now that he’s two, he’s just two. Maybe soon he’ll be “two-and-a-half”, maybe eventually “almost three.’ But mostly just two. At such a young age, measuring by months is necessary, at least when talking to other parents.Read more about Zombie Post: That Time, of the Months[…]
A few years ago, in this blog’s early days, I watched a documentary called The Business of Being Born and posted a review. The movie was a one-sided piece of propaganda designed to terrify women away from hospitals and into the arms of a doula. I don’t have any problem whatsoever with the concept ofRead more about Zombie Post: Attack of the Home Birthers[…]