So not anatomically correct.
Where playing can lead to dire consequences, apparently.
I think someone paid a bit too much attention to detail here.
They ran out of sand.
I can’t improve upon the original caption from the article:
“And there is a dentist around the corner who makes BANK.”
It doesn’t necessarily get better when the kids are older. Great.
Some tips on how to save on school and work supplies.
Kids keep getting phones with porn loaded on them. What’s up with that?
Dirty diaper bombs are totally effective.
Three kids and some happy.
Pee-wee Herman is a badass.
Being a parent in America sucks.
These pacifiers have been recalled because the base can easily separate from the nipple.
But my question is, who the hell fills up a nipple with corn syrup?
Nothing like a direct pipeline of pure sugar into your little one’s body, not to mention the tooth decay factor.
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.
Cynthia Rowley is designing a new capsule collection for Target, which normally is not big news. I mean, she’s nice and all, but a headline-maker, it ain’t.
However, it’s a different story when the collection is comprised completely of Pampers.
Yes, it seems that in order to compete with the mind-bogglingly weird Huggies diaper jeans collection, Pampers comissioned good ole Cynthia to preppy up your infant’s bum.
I’m not here to discuss the relative merits of classic denim over madras, as odd as that feels when I’m referring to diapers. Nor am I here to dilute the discussion with how bad for the environment disposable diapers are, we all know that.
No, what I want to address is the wonderment why anyone would think a child’s diaper should be seen by anyone but the person changing them. Maybe it was the way my mama raised me, but in my eyes, seeing a diaper is gauche, akin to seeing someone’s underwear. I don’t want to see underwear, period. And I don’t know why anyone would want to show their child’s underwear to the general public, no matter how cutely it is patterned. Viewing of underwear should be an “oops,” not an aspiration.
So let’s hope that unfettered diaper viewing is not the next Big Thing.
Fellow parents, I beg you. Don’t do it!
You know, a feverish baby and a sick mom will cause the brunch links to become dinner links… Sigh.
The Consumerist tells of a UK woman selling her breastmilk at $22 for 4 oz. I’m apparently in the wrong business.
I wish my 8th grade dance had been this awesome. Wait, I went to Catholic school. I never got a dance.
Would you like to Dilly Dally in Pussy Park? I thought so.
Is it ever OK to let your kid quit?
The latest Toddlers n’ Tiaras recap.
Christa doesn’t like this onesie one little bit.
Willow Smith’s outfit? Raincoaster is not a fan.
They lost me at the scantily-clad adult dancers. Drinking out of baby bottles.
Should be fixed so you can see now. If you’re a glutton for punishment, that is.
