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Food Not Found in Nature

Wednesday, July 21st, 2010
By Glinda

In my never-ending quest to expand my son’s dietary repoirtoire, I took him to the grocery store.  He still seems to eat the same ten or so things, and I’m trying to get his portfolio a bit more diversified.

We trekked through the entire store, with no luck.  I would suggest items, only to have them rejected.

Fine.  I know better than to try to force someone to eat something.

Finally we reached the freezer aisle, and again, nothing caught his eye.  Until, that is, we reached the very last case.

At the bottom of it, rather fittingly, were these:

“Ooooh, Mom!” he said excitedly, “I want to try those!”

Now, I am well aware that there is no anatomical part of a chicken lableled “nugget” but for some strange reason, my mind rebelled against this particular incarnation of pressed, formed chicken meat.

To have chicken rings in my freezer would feel oh-so-very-wrong.

I stand by my decision to ban them from our house completely.


Celebrity Dad Style: Quiksilver in the Water

Tuesday, July 20th, 2010
By Glinda

Look at that! He even wears his wedding ring whilst frolicking in the waves!

My husband only wears his wedding band on special occasions because he hates jewelry.

I wish he’d told me that before I paid two grand for the damn thing.


Monday Teeny Poll

Monday, July 19th, 2010
By Glinda

 

Wow, 67% of you actually eat your leftovers before they go bad. You have my admiration. But then again, you also don’t live with my husband, who somehow always manages to push the leftovers way into the back of the shelves where I forget about them until it’s too late. 21% of you share my pain in this regard. And a surprisingly large segment, 10%, doesn’t do leftovers at all. Does that mean you eat everything you order? Or someone else eats them for you?

Today it seems that pretty much the whole country is hot. Did you know that 2010 is the hottest year ever recorded?

Gets me in the mood for a drinky-poo.


Sunday Buffet Brunch

Sunday, July 18th, 2010
By Glinda

 

Again with the 80’s. I can’t help myself.

Drop-side cribs = banned.

Neck circumference measurements for kids instead of BMI?

OK, because Inception is out and I have this thing for Joseph Gordon-Levitt.  Which makes me feel ooogie because he’s awfully young.

Nance wonders about “The Biggest Moments in Bras.”

Preschool = good thing.

Today is National Ice Cream Day!

Lolebrity has a little Lil’ Wayne.


Celebrity Dad Faceoff 2.0

Friday, July 16th, 2010
By Glinda

Daniel Day-Lewis and his scarily intense stare were not enough to peel you away from one Mr. Christian Bale.  Frankly, I totally understand.  I’ve somehow failed to see Mr. Day-Lewis’ attractiveness from the get-go, although I certainly admire his acting ability.

Today I’ve got a Brit whom we all fell in love with way back in 1988.  I mean, seriously, who did not love this guy in this movie?  I dare you to say you didn’t.  I even liked Gwinnie then, too.  That part has changed, but this is still a “fine” specimen of a man.

VERSUS


M.I.A. Slips Them On

Thursday, July 15th, 2010
By Glinda

I cannot tell you how many times I have been tempted to go out of the house with sandals and socks. But, I’ve always hesitated because it’s been touted as tacky and a “grandma” move.

But now that M.I.A. has done it, I’ll be the coolest mom on the block!

Right, guys? Right?

via


Hard Life Lessons Learned at the Tender Age of Seven

Wednesday, July 14th, 2010
By Glinda

 

I had hoped that he wouldn’t find out until he was older.

I warned him about what would happen, but I suppose it was inevitable.

Yesterday, my son experienced for the first time one of the most difficult truths in life. 

He was upset.  I put my hands upon his shoulders and squeezed, for I knew very well the disappointment he was feeling.

“Son,” I said in my most sympathetic of motherly tones, “The movie is NEVER as good as the book.”


Things I Hate: People Who Hate Kids

Tuesday, July 13th, 2010
By Glinda

There is no turning of the cheek, yo.

I am totally sick of people who hate on kids.

They are particularly rampant online, and they are always the first to preface their dislike of children by saying, “I was a perfectly behaved child. My mom made sure of that.”

The passage of time, it just adds to the delusion for these people.

Because there is no way in hell that absolutely every public appearance ever made by them and their siblings was the epitome of perfect behavior. It might make them feel better about their decision to hate upon little ones by telling themselves that dubious fact, but if that was indeed the case, I’m guessing that mom might have had a wire hanger issue or three.

Listen, I can certainly understand being annoyed by misbehaving children. I am annoyed by them too. But that doesn’t give me carte blanche to drink the haterade on an entire generation.

I mean, I’m not necessarily fond of baby boomers, but you won’t find me casually tossing out the fact that I can’t stand them and wish they would just go away. But this seems to be an acceptable thing for the obviously childless to do.

But I’ve got some news for all the baby haters out there.

Kids, they are here to stay.  Kids with all their imperfections and tantrums and behaviors that occasionally make you wish for the Calgon, already. 

However, kids also have this amazing way of finding joy in the simplest of things, and of being unintentionally hilarious just when you need a laugh the most.  Kids with their sticky hugs, their Lego creations made just for you, and their faces looking up into yours like you are the best. thing. ever.

The people who constantly scowl at “these kids today” are those who richly deserve the ugly permanent brow furrows they will be getting in their foreheads tomorrow.









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