(This post is in response to the allegations that Patrick Kane raped a woman.)
We sat at the breakfast table on Sunday, and I said to my husband, "I"m going to talk to our son about Patrick Kane."
He said, "Okay,"
looking visibly confused and also wondering how the hell I was going to explain accused rape to a 4 year old.
"So, buddy, something kind of bad and sad happened with Patrick Kane. There's a girl that says he was trying to kiss her and she didn't want to be kissed, but that he forced her to kiss him."
"Why did he want to kiss her?"
"She was probably really pretty,"
I offered. Four year old considers this.
"Why didn't she want to kiss him?"
"Well, because sometimes, you know how we ask you to hug someone and you don't want to? It's kind of like that. You have to hug family, like Grandma and Grandpa, but it's your choice to hug, high five or fist bump other friends. This girl didn't want to kiss him and he kept forcing her to. It's not okay to force someone else's body to do something that they don't want to do."
"Yeah, I didn't feel like hugging friends at brunch at Chicago."
"I know, buddy, and that's okay. Even when Daddy is doing the tickling game, sometimes you don't like what he's doing, and you tell him to stop. If someone is doing something to your body that doesn't feel good, or makes you feel funny, then you should definitely tell them to stop."
"Why was she pretty?"
Ah, yes. Back to non-relevant questions. That's fine. We got through the main point: why you should talk to your 4-year-old about Patrick Kane.
What do I DO with these kids all summer?! Here's your answer:
Plan, plan, plan.
Here are six ways to keep you and yours from going crazy:
What do I know about Shabbat? Well, I taught at a Jewish pre-school for a year, so let me indulge you with my deep comprehension
as understood by three year olds.
Every Friday, we would
- bake challah
- light candles
- sing songs with the rabbi
Fast forward 10 years, and I'm a mother of two. Our Friday tradition is continuously evolving. As it stands now, we:
- cook a home made pizza; eat a special dessert
- light our tea lights
- do dance party
- I wear "fancy pants" (patterned leggings that are requested by my three year old on a weekly basis)
I don't know how many C-sections you have to make you a seasoned veteran, but I've had two
. After handling them both quite differently, here's what I've learned.
12 Do's and Don't for C-section mamas:
In the interest of this post's topic, let's cut right to it. While reviewing my six bullet points below, I realized that I was losing most of my time 1) on my phone
AND 2) in the kitchen.
Here are six ways I've become more time efficient...
I probably said, "I just don't want another C-section"
100 times during Baby #2's pregnancy. Baby #1 was induced at one week late with every intervention possible (pitocin, balloon, breaking my water). He was delivered via C-section, and I hated that I couldn't see or hold him right away, I hated the pain and recovery, and I hated how long it took for my body to return to normal.
Well, spoiler alert: it did
happen again. This is my birth story...
Our family welcomed Baby Boy #2 on October 18th! Here are ten reflections from the first ten days with our lil' man:
1) You feel all warm and fuzzy.
No, seriously: newborns radiate heat, and chances are that they're also wrapped in a blanket. Says my husband on a daily basis, "This kid is about 1,000 degrees."
And yes: the figurative warm fuzzies are there, too.
2) You become Quasimodo.
That's right. It seems that you are always hunched over for something: feeding, changing diapers, soothing and snuggling. And you thought sitting at your computer was bad. Pfff.
3) You will never eat this well again. Ever.
Friends, family, neighbors, and church/temple members are constantly bringing food. They either bring you their specialty or amazing comfort cuisine (usually accompanied by a naughty dessert). My husband and I both agree that the meals, alone, are reason enough to have another kid...
As if the NFL wasn't in enough hot water, Adrian Peterson
was arrested on Saturday after a grand jury indicted him on charges of reckless or negligent injury to a child
After his four year old son pushed another one of his children, Peterson broke off a tree branch, ripped it of its leaves, stuck the leaves inside the four year old's mouth, took down his pants, and started beating him with the limb. Due to the force which he was using, the branch caused injuries to the child's back, butt, legs, and even wrapped around his tiny body to inflict wounds on his scrotum.
"Obviously, parents are entitled to discipline their children as they see fit, except for when that discipline exceeds what the community would say is reasonable," said Phil Grant, first assistant district attorney in Montgomery County, Texas. "And so a grand jury having indicted this case, looked at the injuries that were inflicted upon this child and determined that that discipline was not reasonable and did not reflect the community standards of what was reasonable discipline."
So, Adrian Peterson, according to the above USA Today
article, your discipline exceeded even what the state of Texas
deems as reasonable. Let's just pretend that you were not indicted on child abuse charges, and you had just
given a spanking. Striking your kid with an open hand to the buttocks
is still a lazy man's discipline.
Here's why spanking is ineffective AND harmful:
Going away this holiday weekend? Below are a few tips for flying (solo) with kids.
For the record, we don't own an iPad, and I've flown solo with my son over a dozen times. I lived to tell the tale!
I'm not a technology hater. I'm just here to tell you that there are a few must haves. While it sure is nice, an iPad is not one of them...
Potty training. Ugh. I feel as if this aspect of parenting is feared by many.
If I'm being honest, it wasn't that bad. I thought it would try my patience, but really, it just tried my ability to dart up the stairs, bicep curl my child, and feign excitement 26 times per day.
The first day
and first week of potty training were exhausting, but I was proud of my not even two-and-a-half year old. I experienced little frustration.
Then, Month Five started. Aaaand it all went down the shitter. Or, rather, it didn't. That
was the problem.
Here are four mistakes I made during potty training regression: