I love my kids, I just hate parenting
We’re on “vacation,” visiting my parents in Connecticut. The person who is truly on vacation – no-sarcastic-quotation-marks vacation – is my son. He has been getting whatever he wants at the hand of Grandma and Pop-pop – new movies, lots of TV, new toys, ice cream, willing playmates – and as a result, his behaviorRead more about Zombie Post: A Wolf in Grandma’s Clothing[…]
My kid has been a real punk lately.
When your kids are at their most trying, it can make even the most seasoned parent question themselves. I say don’t. Especially if you’re parenting a toddler.
Toddlers are assholes and there’s not much you can do about it. Don’t let them bring you down.
I can hardly believe my son will be three in a month. Time really flies!
Of course, if he is really phasing out his daily nap, I’m gonna start aging even faster than he is.
Last year, there was a popular story about a couple who, before boarding a flight with their infant twins, created and distributed goody bags to the other passengers.
Knowing the odds were high that their babies would make a ruckus, these parents got proactive and put together bags full of candy, ear-plugs, and even a little note in which they apologized for their kids’ potentially-forthcoming commotion. It was a clever strategy, and it inspired copycats, like a blogger friend of mine whose courteous, empathetic wife recently employed a similar gambit.
It just so happens that my wife and I are hopping on a plane later today, along with our excitable toddler. Inspired by the ingenuity and foresight of the people mentioned above, I’ve created a goody bag of my own for our cabin-mates, to thank them for not getting too mad at me for flying with kids.
Let me know what you think!
