Entering my sixth year in the lullaby game, I’m fairly certain I’ve sang “I Will” more times than Paul McCartney has.
Posts tagged "parenting"
My wife, translating an Italian picture book. Parenting is an ongoing art & research project.
Tumblr Parents: If you take pictures of your kids, be very careful with those news Instagram geotargetting settings.
If it were in a work of fiction, you'd call it "clumsily metaphorical"
- Me: (Brushing dirt off Bug's knees) Hey. I know why you fell down there. You're crouching on your scooter so you can kick harder off your right leg. That's making it harder to balance.
- Bug: Dad, this is how I go on my scooter now.
- Dad: Just stand straight up and you'll have much better balance.
- Bug: I'm four now and you have to understand that *this* is how I'm going to do it. I'm never going to do it that way again. (Turns back, scoots away in a crouch.)
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They put my wife in a hospital room and hooked her up to all kinds of IVs and fetal heart monitors and roughly 9,000 other measuring instruments, all of which bleeped and farted all night long. One of the amazing things about hospitals is that, despite the fact that they are supposed to heal people, hospitals have NO interest in patients ever getting a good night’s sleep. EVER. They happily leave emergency alerts and PA systems blaring in your room all night long, with people marching in and out (sometimes to deliver needed meds, sometimes for much more trivial bullshit) so that your stay in the hospital is about as restful as sleeping in a tent on a fucking glacier.Drew, in his Notes From A Terrified Father During A Seven-Week-Premature Birth. I’ve had two kids now, and each time the night with my wife in the post-natal room was like trying sleep next to the intercom on the A Train.
Two monsters, now. I thought the one on the left gave me the jibblies before: If the third one looks like Cthulhu, I’m not going home. (Taken with instagram)
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‘I got a hug from someone in PFLAG,’ [Parents and Friends of Lesbians and Gays] Hames says, tears welling up in her eyes. “A hug from someone else’s mom.
If you hear on the news tonight about a one-person derailment on the R Train line, this Dispatch, about a mom who lost custody of her kids, her church, and her own relationship with her mother after she announced her lesbianism, is the reason. It trainwrecked me to a stupid degree.
The quote was like a standard River Kwai maneuver, and her retelling of her son’s response (“My son said, ‘Mom, this doesn’t change anything.’ That was the most Christ-like response there is,”) was like another locomotive following right behind it.
Another concept Bugs Bunny cartoons expose my daughter to: oxidation*.
I explained the concept to her as “oxidization,” before Googling it, so I’m learning too.
Yes. Bug was watching REM sing “Shiny Happy Monsters” on Sesame Street tonight, which kind of crystallized it for me. Muppet shows and Yo Gabba Gabba and anything that brings performers on to adapt their own work: good. Me and Bug singing “Potty Rock Is In the House Tonight:” good.
Kiddie covers of songs are the musical equivalent of the cartoons that exist only to sell action figures.
