Category: parenting

Home Safety: F&*( It.

You had no idea, but June is Home Safety Month, and I’m late, as usual.  Apparently, safety takes all of us, because it only takes one slackass bastard to kill us all. I have bought many, many things to keep my…

Babywearing and Class

You walk into a room in your easy-to-find, off-the-rack carrier. You bought it at Target, or a consignment store, or even a yard sale. You know it’s not the best thing out there, but it’s what you’ve got, and you…

Allergens Part 1: MSPI

You know that kid whose mom is always saying, “No, he can’t eat that”? The kid who seems allergic to air, who isn’t allowed to have candy, and who, when everyone snarfs cupcakes, get some hippied-out spelt substitute? Yeah, that’s…

You’re a Babywearer If …

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I’ve said before that I hate the word “babywearing” (thanks, Dr. Sears). But I hate the word “babywearer” more. The noun form makes me squicky, because when you start labeling people rather than actions – think “attachment parent” versus “co-sleeping”…

Sh*& Lactivists Say

photo by Blue Silk Photography

Oh, I’ve been to nurse-ins. I’ve tandem-nursed – twice, and intentionally. My middle son breastfed until age four. All my kids have various protein intolerances, requiring me to keep dietary restrictions shared mostly by medieval hermits and late-stage anorexics. I’ve…