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.
In their infnite wisdom, Italian design house Gucci has decided to introduce their first clothing lines for children in the spring of 2011. Because nothing celebrates a double-dip recession like a Gucci-logoed bib!
To be honest, I have a “thing” about paying to have my children be walking advertisements for clothing companies. In short, I try really hard not to. Although I have to say as the Munchkin is getting older, that is getting harder. But those wanna-be Vans? No way. I cannot see any boy over the age of 5 wearing those without some sort of bribe being involved. And the muti-colored belts? Really? Those look exactly like the ones that come free with off-brand cargo shorts.
But, if this preview is the best that Gucci has, you’ll have to excuse me. Because I can’t stop yawning.
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!
Raincoaster’s got a naked Anthony Bourdain…
How to keep your teens from drinking…
People find blogs in the weirdest ways…
Chichimama doesn’t really mourn making that last school lunch…
Marketing to kids is scary stuff…
It takes a Canadian to say it so eloquently…
Candy is tired…
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.
Candy’s Storktionary entry o’ the day.
Cynthia gives me new knowledge that there are four verses to Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. My son was robbed all those years ago because I only sang two!
Class Factotum lurves Wisconsin! The beer! The motorcycles!
These breakfast cereals ain’t all that. Prevents swine flu? Rilly?
A Stormtrooper a day keeps the blues away!
The gold digger resents having to share her blueberries. With a baby.
A four day school week? Hmmmm…
The Environmental Working Group just came out with their new sunscreen ratings.
My friends, we are currently in the throes of cutting that first tooth, and boy is my daughter pissed. And non-sleepy. And constantly shoving anything and everything into her mouth and chomping hard.
Of course we have all different types of soothers, and my mom tried to cut down on some of everyone’s misery by purchasing some St. Amour’s Teething Biscuits on a shopping trip to Whole Paycheck.
I was skeptical.
All of my previous experiences with teething biscuits were pretty negative, with them either being vehemently rejected (for taste, or lack thereof, I’m assuming) or turning into somewhat of a choking hazard by being a bit too prone to chunkiness for my comfort.
Enter St. Amour’s.
My daughter pounced on them like only a person in discomfort can when they find something to ease their pain. Actually, she is a fairly non-engaged eater of “big people food” at this point, but I have never seen her be so interested in a food item before. These biscuits dissolve wonderfully, while still retaining the firmness that is so pleasing to the gums. I never once worried that she was going to choke, and before I knew it, the rather substantial biscuit was gone.
These are based on a French recipe and available at various retailers. Click the link to check locations by state. Add the fact that they are vegan, all natural, and fat-free, and you’ve got yourself a winner.
*I was given no free product or compensation for this review. Well, unless you count the fact my mom bought it for me.
