It's true what Johnson and Johnson says, having a baby does change everything. Like it or not, kids force you to make lifestyle changes. Perhaps you've had to sacrifice and downsize. You're no longer able to maintain the standard of living you're used to, and it's either make a change or face years of debt. Maybe you've had to upgrade and move out of a that small apartment with the neighbors who party and make noise until the wee hours. Even if the previous scenarios don't ring true for you, I'm sure you've had to make many sacrifices as a parent.
By definition SIDS is a sudden, unexplained death of a child less than one year old. So if the cause is unknown, why such the strong push to have children sleep on their backs? Statistics show that since the massive 'back to sleep' effort has started SIDS deaths are down, but I also am aware that statistics can be misleading. One of my college roommates even had a class on how to make statistics lie.
I had the pleasure of watching the girls about two thirds of the weekend, and it reaffirmed something to me. Women are wired differently. It had been quite a while since I had both girls for more than a few hours, and I knew I was in for a treat. That treat started out like a brownie full of chocolaty goodness, washed down by a tall glass of milk. The three year old played wonderfully, and didn't pitch a fit when it was time to go to bed. The little one drank her bottle, wiggled herself into a comfy spot in her crib, and fell asleep.
People close to me claim that I rarely become angry. I can say without a doubt that this observation is untrue. There are plenty of things that set me off, and for reasons unknown to me, children have a way of finding those things quickly. One thing that gets me going is whining and crying and tugging on my leg (which will henceforth be referred to as Wac-A-Toml). Fortunately my wife has finally stopped doing this when I crush her dreams of a new wardrobe. Unfortunately, the three year old is just getting started.
Before I had kids, my philosophy was that I would not 'spare the rod' for fear of 'spoiling the child.' Then the kids came, and my wife started watching Nanny 911. It seems that Nanny 911 feels that the only people who spank their children are overly aggressive miscreants. However, the real question was, how would I react when the first meltdown came?
My three year old is ruining my fun! This was going to be the first year to really gauge how our oldest daughter really handled the second reason for Easter… the Easter Bunny and eggs. Much to my dismay, when asked about the Easter Bunny, she emphatically explained that he (or she) was a fake.
The little white granules that come out of disposable diapers suck. We used disposable diapers with our first daughter, and it seems that the thing I remember most is wiping the leftover gelatinous substance (as well as poo) from her behind. Well… that and the mounting cost of the diapers.
After only about a year and a half, twitter is no longer officially 'cool.' There were two distinct events which caused twitter to lose cool points. The first was when I started to hear every major news network begging for people to follow them on twitter. Second, people my father's age have started using the service, and everyone knows, if you're parents are into it… it's definitely not cool.
It seems like an age old question, but should children go to preschool? I do realize that for some, this is a necessity because of situations where both parents work outside the home, or the parent is single. However, in my situation my wife stays home with our kids. The question has been on my mind a lot recently because before I know it, my eldest will be 4 years old. When weighing the pros and cons, they usually fall into 3 categories: financial, social, and academic.
Why read another blog? I know that in the oversaturated space that is the 'blogosphere,' throwing in more noise will not be beneficial. Quite frankly, I'm not interesting enough for you to care about the dirty details of my daily life. My pledge to you, the reader, is this: