That there was a book that tells it like it REALLY is at bedtime with your kids:
(Pics after the jump as this is mildly NSFW)
Cracked has some very awesome submissions that envision what popular songs sound like to five year olds. I have to say, I was so there on that Stairway to Heaven picture when I was young. There are 27 in all, here is a sampling:
65% of you say that if people are willing to pay more for child-free flights, if offered, then godspeed to them. 23% find it discriminatory, and 10% of people with kids would fly it themselves if they could. To be honest, the child-hating trend that is out there right now concerns me a bit. I mean, it is one thing to have smoke-free flights because second hand smoke is dangerous to your health. Are we really lumping children into a similar category? I could possibly embrace a child-free section of the airplane.
Today I’ve got a personal question for you. Well, it’s a personal question for me, to be honest. My family, including grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins, etc. is going to have a formal picture taken by a professional photographer. Formal meaning that we are going to be all lit up nicely and all that jazz that comes with a professional. Now, the rub is that we don’t know how to have everyone dress. We are actually quite a small family, and the total number of people is going to be 16. Should we dress in a color-coordinated way? Casual? Semi-casual? Semi-formal outfits for everyone and color matching be damned? Everybody wearing essentially the same outfit? We are at a loss, and turn to the wise members of the Manolosphere for help.
The Wiggles certainly have their place in any child’s music catalogue, as does Raffi. But for my daughter’s go to dance music, it’s gotta be TMBG. I was never a huge fan of theirs when they were producing regular old pop music, but when they started recording the kid stuff, my fangirl status was cemented. They mix humor along with education, and who doesn’t like that? Nobody, that’s who.
I can’t stand the faux-folk, stripped-down, guitar-driven stuff that somehow has become so popular on the toddler circuit, and the female singers are the worst offenders (Elizabeth Mitchell and Lisa Loeb, I’m lookin’ at you). I don’t know why, but listening to them does not make me want to shake my thang, rather it is akin to having your hair ripped out of your head, strand by strand. I appreciate percussion instruments, that’s all I’m saying.
So I’m going to post this video from TMBG that is my daughter’s favorite, and I promise you will be singing it to yourself for the rest of the day. Yes, its that catchy. And cuter than hell, too.
When my son turned six, I discovered that he had a hearing problem.
It was nothing that needed a doctor’s intervention. It was just that he discovered the fine art of selective listening.
He is now 8, and it hasn’t really gotten better. In fact, I’d say it has gotten worse.
Although he never fails to hear any sentence that includes the words “candy” or “dessert.”
What I don’t understand is the thought process behind his almost supernatural ability to not hear what I’m telling him. Does he think that I will suddenly give up? That I will get tired of repeating myself and stop ordering him to clean his room because it is just too much trouble? I suppose it might be worth a shot.
But then I find myself saying the same thing over and over, each time getting louder and louder.
Because we ALL know the thought process on that one, right?
When someone doesn’t understand you, you feel you must talk LOUDER and SLOWER, as if that will suddenly clear everything up.
But for an 8 year old, that still doesn’t work.
I can’t be the only one out there with this problem, right?
So I’m thinking of investing in a tape recorder, recording my top ten oft-repeated phrases, and then selling it as a CD so that I can help every other mom out there save her vocal cords and her patience. I’d even have a special one made just for the car. You would never have to answer the question “Are we there yet?” again. Let me do it for you! Just keep hitting the repeat button and I’ll be glad to say the response a hundred times if that’s what it takes!
You’re welcome, world.
That will be $13.99.
The other day on Manolo Beauty (and if you haven’t gone over there yet and checked it out, it is a rather good site, if I do say so myself) I had mentioned a lunch box I used to take to school every day. Being the 70’s/80’s, it was of course made out of metal. That post got me thinking about those old metal lunch boxes and how different they are to the ones kids use today.
The one my son takes to school is fantastic. It is insulated, big enough to fit everything he needs but small enough to still fit in his backpack, has a front pocket, and just does an all around good job of keeping his drink and whatever fruit I pack in there cold until lunchtime.
So very different from the metal ones, which did a crappy job of keeping anything warm or cold, but damn, did they look good. We didn’t know it then, but we were toting around compact works of art. Sure, a lot of those lunchboxes were just advertising disguising themselves as something useful, but they were so much more visually stimulating.
Today we definitely choose function over form, but I can’t help but be a bit nostalgic about those metal boxes. And really, they were useful as weapons, too. I love things that can do double duty. Today’s lunch boxes are soft-sided and useless in a fight.
Join me as I take a trip down memory lane…
I would have loved to have this lunch box!
Never knew anyone with one of these, but I covet it even now.
It seems out of all the recycled 80’s characters, Holly Hobbie was totally left in the dust. Confession, I had this lunch box. And I hated it. And I hated Holly Hobbie. She stood for nothing other than her dumb patchwork clothing.
I NEVER got into Strawberry Shortcake, but I was totally in the minority. I guarantee you someone in my class had this lunchbox.
Yes, we all watched Mork & Mindy, but I don’t know anybody who liked it enough to own a lunchbox with it. Maybe I was hanging with the wrong crowd.
Yes, I owned a Cabbage Patch Kid, who was inexplicably a boy.
I can sing the theme song to this show to this day.
Anybody else think the Sleestaks were pretty lame?