Parenting

At the RNC Wednesday night, Rudy Guiliani said that no one would ever ask questions about a male candidate’s ability to juggle work and family. He cried sexism. Lots of people are pointing out the sexism inherent in these questions about McCain’s VP choice. And they’re right. It’s unbalanced. It’s sexist. But it’s valid. When a mother of young children enters a presidential race for the first time, these questions cannot be avoided.

Join me at Parenting.com to share your thoughts on Sarah Palin.

What strange names do you call your kids’ food so they will eat it? We’re talking about creative nomenclature over at Parenting today.

Join me at the Parenting Post today where I ponder the question, “Why do these delightful young people have such a fascination with all things gross and disgusting?” [read more]

Find out how I’m simultaneously saving my children thousands of dollars on shrink fees and causing them to miss out on the millions they’d make for their book deal about how their parents ruined their lives.

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The differences between filth and progress are very subtle so I will walk you through a few of them. [read more at Parenting.com]

Last week my body fought back. After months of pushing and pulling and running and jumping and multitasking to the point of insanity, my body decided it had reached its limit. The only way to get me to agree and give it a break was to shut down one of its vital functions. It chose walking. [continue reading at Parenting.com.

“Something happened to Magoo on his third birthday. As he collapsed into an exhausted coma on my lap after a fun-filled day at Disneyland and slept sweetly through the singing and the candles and the cake, some crazy switch of three-ish mischief flipped on in his head. He woke up a new man and he hasn’t been the same since.”

Read more about the Swedish Fish and the rocks in the milk jug over at Parenting.com.

I wrote a post at Parenting today about how Laylee seems to follow in my footsteps.

Well here’s a big fat peek into the world of Laylee’s mom. That’s me. What kind of a person must I be if my daughter wakes up at the crack of dawn and creates a list of all the things she plans to get done that day? She is five years old. She is neurotic. She is awesome.

She told me what each of the pictographs meant and proceeded to work aggressively to complete all her tasks.

Write out the ABCs for Rowan

Draw a picture for Ellie. I hope it ended up looking better than that thing.

Play in the Sandbox. She writes this to get past my horrible tyranny. It’s been pouring rain and she’s been begging me to play in the sand/slop box. She thinks I can’t say no if it’s on a “list.” She is wrong.

Watch TV. Our TV isn’t quite that small. Almost, but not quite. And it has way more static.

Pick Flowers. Her favorite activity. Although she’s always surprised and angry when they wither and die 10 minutes later.

Eat Vitamins. The highlight of every day.

Play on the Wii. Oh how I love this little tiny drawing of a wii-mote.

Eat Cereal for Breakfast

Eat Chicken Nuggets for Lunch

Eat Macaroni for Dinner. I acutally made a quality dinner this night and she was STEAMED! Veggie chilli was not on her list! But then she loved it and this list was forgotten.

Exercise for Three Five Minutes. I love her little exercise pose with the fist up in the air.

Feed the Fish. Notice the tiny drawing of a fish on the fish food container.

Play in the Garden. If only our flowers were actually that big so Laylee would really look like Thumbelina in the garden.