Tag: parenting

  • How Do You Do It?

    Are you a stay-at-home mother or father? Does your husband or wife work while you stay home and care for the babies? Does he or she have to commute in order to get to a job, a job that your entire family’s livelihood depends on? How do you both fit in your own time? When…

  • Similac Organic: Sweeter Than All The Rest

    I discovered this article today. “Parents may be buying it because they believe that organic is healthier, but babies may have a reason of their own for preferring Similac Organic: it is significantly sweeter than other formulas. It is the only major brand of organic formula that is sweetened with cane sugar, or sucrose, which…

  • Along the Hudson River Valley.

    We took a drive today—a spontaneous outing. We headed north along the Hudson River and visited a number of different towns along the way. One of them was Cold Spring where we found some of the greenest, most plush grass I’ve seen in years. It was Emory’s first experience with real grass, (and by real…

  • Eating Habits At Nine Months.

    Emory is a week shy of nine months. Man, does time ever fly! He’s grown so much. Every part of him has grown, well, except for his hair. He’s still as bald as can be. I really wish these little dudes came with instructions. Whenever I screw up putting Ikea furniture together, I always just…

  • Parents of Baby Girls? It Works Both Ways.

    Some parents get really upset when people refer to their baby using the wrong pronoun. Some parents go to great lengths to avoid having their baby girl be mistaken for a boy. They dress them head-to-toe in pink, stuff them into frilly dresses, wrangle bows onto the three or four strands of hair on top…

  • 8 Months Old!

    Emory started crawling yesterday. He crawls while on the rug but the wooden floor is still designated for commando baby. But that’s OK because commando baby makes me laugh. I’m not ready to say goodbye to commando baby yet. I had to say goodbye to fake coughing baby, drunk babbling old man baby, and shrieking…

  • I Write This As He Screams.

    Emory has been sick. He got a cold the day before we left for Florida, kicked it the day before we headed back north, and then got another one from one of the 4 billion kids we saw while we were away. He’s been cranky. Wiping his nose has become one of the most impossible…

  • Monday Morning Madness.

    It’s been a rough landing to an otherwise smooth weekend. It took me over an hour to get Emory down for a nap. Forty-five minutes into what was supposed to be his nap, he lost his mind. What is it with babies? They’re fine one minute, happy and playing. Nap time comes along, and then…

  • Babies in Brooklyn Bars

    A couple of weeks ago, one my favorite (local) community Web sites posted a story about a bar in Park Slope. (For those living outside of NYC and Brooklyn, Park Slope is an area that many well-off, new parents have annexed. It’s relatively safe, it’s unbelievably expensive, and it’s the most impossible place on the…

  • Punctuation.

    I’m still having medical issues and they still haven’t been worked out. In time, I hope that a doctor will be able to help me. I’m currently sorting this out on my own. It’s been hard. I do not trust my emotions right now to know what’s coming or going. I do not know what’s…