2. A mom-to-be gets feds up with everything a pregnant American woman is supposed to be and decides to rebel. She went to the salon to get her roots touched up. Yes, everyone gave her dirty looks.
2. And it’s just not getting any easier for toddlers, they’re psychopaths. Is your kid a psychopath? There’s a checklist to find out.
3. The Motherlode’s KJ Dell’Antonia took her kids to the New Hampshire primary. When it comes to teaching kids about US politics, can’t I just throw on a few episodes of the West Wing?
4. Have you seen Kourtney Kardashian and her mommyblogging? We keep meaning to check it out but haven’t gotten around to it. Jezebel says it’s kinda useless. Yeah, we could see that, but we kinda like Kourtney anyway. She is the woman who introduced us to those alcohol test strips for breastmilk, after all.
5. And the latest in those Shit ___ say: Shit Mom Bloggers say.
I might take some flak for saying this but here it goes: toddlers are assholes. They are demanding, volatile, moody, selfish assholes. Don’t get me wrong, I love my 19-month-old son, but if he was a friend I would avoid his calls.
Most of the time Jr. is very loving. He gives lots of hugs and kisses and smiles at every person on the street. We have fun at the park and under the sprinkler. George and I have an unspoken competition going on to see who can make Jr. laugh more.
It’s all smiles and giggles until the toddler does not get his way. Gone are the days when we can distract him from eating/destroying something by giving him a bright, loud toy. Each toy now gets approximately four seconds of my toddler’s time before he launches it across the room. The bright colours and noises are clues that they are items he should be playing with, which is why he zeros in on the unassuming remotes, cellphones and books with only words in them. Read more...
Gavin McInnes of streetcarnage.com writes a letter to his son, explaining how illogical he is.
First of all. I am most certainly NOT poo poo. Poo poo is solid waste that the body makes after it takes the nutrients and whatever else it needs out of your food. If I was poo poo, the smell would be so overpowering, we’d all get kicked out of this restaurant. I’d also be dead and you’d be out of a meal ticket, ironically.
Secondly, putting someone in jail is a very complex process that involves police and detectives and judges and juries and probably around a hundred people in total. You’re two. You may want to lower the bar a bit and try flicking ice cream at me or just punching me in the leg. You’re about twenty years from even almost being able to arrest people and I think the youngest judge in the country is about 60 so you can forget that too. Oh, and you can’t put poo poo in jail, doye! Read more...
