Myth of The Teenager There were no “teenagers” before World War II. Ask those still living who raised their children before then. Or spend a rainy Saturday in the basement of your library, comparing old Life magazines from before the War and after.1 Instead of Teenagers, there were Youths. Youths were young people who wanted… Continue reading Follow up on the “Bratz” thing
Category: Parenting and Family Life
Bratz: so why do you hate ’em?
Dale Price hates Bratz. Pansy and Peony hate Bratz. Even Rosey-Posey hates Bratz. In the interest of, let’s say, marketing research, what precisely do we hate about them? There are so many reasons, I know. Let’s list ’em all: the skanky clothes, the marketing to little girls, the whole it’s-all-about-the-mall concept…. But, you know, even… Continue reading Bratz: so why do you hate ’em?
Real Life Parenting Tip #36
When your toddler is doing that annoying, inconsolable, whiney thing from either the need for a nap, or more of a nap, don’t run away or lock yourself in the closet! Hand them a slice of bread with some Nutella on it. That will bring silence back real quick.
Baby Oats
Baby Fredegar is in the need for more food. Normally I hate to give them solids before 12 months, but the boy is hungry. He wants to nurse all the time. My husband started giving him jars of fruit and peas and he inhales them. So this morning I tried whizzing some oats and mixing… Continue reading Baby Oats
Poor Fastolph
Fastolph walked in looking all forlorn. Fastolph: Oh, moan Polo:What’s wrong with you? Fastolph:Posco! He wants to play a stupid game where everyone dies except Snake Eyes and Storm Shadow!! I guess I can’t say I blame him.
Preparing Children For The “Real World”
Say, Have I Mentioned My Son, Fastolph?
I often have this vision: God has precious, brand new baby souls that are about to be sent to earth on an assembly line. He is touching their sweet little heads and gifting them with the grace of common sense. He reaches Fastolph and St. Michael calls God and “Hey God, we need your help!… Continue reading Say, Have I Mentioned My Son, Fastolph?
Thank Heaven for Little Girls
I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have at least one little girl. My boys live on such a different plane of existence that I cannot relate to. They wrestle, they watch baseball, they put their clothes on backwards and don’t care and run and yell a lot. Why is it whenever… Continue reading Thank Heaven for Little Girls