Sometimes issues get completely blown out of proportion. People feel forced to choose a definitive side. Like the issue of kids and television. I believe if you take an argument and blow it way out of proportion, people will start thinking for themselves again. In this regard, I present to you, "Using Television As a Babysitter"
In this day in age, life outside the confines of your own home can be downright scary. You may feel safe sitting in your living room, but once you open up that squeaky screen door, you are faced with pedophiles, terrorists, rabid pit bulls, Lyme Disease, burning UV rays, and acid rain. Read the rest of this entry »
Your newborn’s eyes are closed and her jaw moves with a subtle rhythm as she draws milk from your wife’s breast. You smile down at your peaceful little one, completely amazed at her innate ability to feed…. Unfortunately, the guy at the next table trying to decide on one of the 210 tasty possibilities of T.G.I. Friday’s 3 Course Combinator isn’t as impressed. He tries to resist his innate male response to look at any available naked breast , and manages to pull his eyes away from the Boob Tractor Beam long enough to shoot you a look that smacks of “WTF?”. You give him a well-the-kid’s-gotta-eat shrug and place a burp cloth over your wife’s shoulder to block his view.
While breastfeeding is a completely natural act, the sight of a mother nursing her child while sitting on a bench in the park, enjoying a decaf latte at Starbucks, or waiting to bowl her frames at the local candlepin lanes can cause some people to be taken aback. Some argue that there’s no need for public breastfeeding. Whether it’s in a dressing room at Macy’s or a designated family restroom at the mall, most businesses are sensitive to breastfeeding; and you can find a safe, private area in which to whip out the milkers in most public places.
This article was originally published March of 2006.Although it is for Mother's Day it certainly applies to Valentine's Day as well.
Mother's Day, depending on how much you liked your mother was probably just a quick little obligatory holiday. You called home and told her you loved her. Maybe if you were proactive enough you remembered to send a card or even flowers. If you were like me, once I got married, my wife took over those duties.
Welcome to another installment of our weekly feature: Ask the Chick. The chick is Latia Harris, a noodad reader and mom with a lot of answers for you. Each week, Latia will answer the questions you don’t have the balls to ask your own wives. This week, she answers 2!
Q: Dear Chick, I feel pretty stupid about women’s bras. I want to buy them for my wife for Valentine’s Day but I have no idea which to buy.Like what is a demi cup? Or wireless or non-wireless? I know what Ilike to look at but I don’t know what to look for. Help!
You’re at “Happy Feet” with your kid, mesmerized by the tap-dancing Mumbles and his soulful, singing brethren, when you hear a cell phone interrupt Gloria’s solo. You look around for the inconsiderate grown-up, wondering why an adult would choose Hannah Montana’s “If We Were a Movie” as a ring tone, when you see a girl about seven years old whip out a pink clamshell phone. She answers, and yaps away for a minute before closing the phone with a loud SNAP!
It seems that the average age of kids with cell phones is creeping downward, and these days it’s not uncommon to see kids in elementary school talking on a cell phone during the school bus ride home. “Yeah, Mom? I should be at the stop in about ten minutes. Can you have my snack ready? I’m inviting some friends over to play in my Webkins World room at 3:15 and I don’t want to be late.” Read the rest of this entry »