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Spoiling. Wow, what a hotbutton topic. Right now, as I type, I’m listening to the Brian Lehrer show, on my local NPR radio station (WNYC; I listen to it streaming live on WNYC.org). He’s talking to Rufus Griscom, the founder of the parenting website Babble.com. Babble has a column called “Bad Parent,” and he’s been on Lehrer’s show every Thursday this month, chatting about different so-called “taboos” of parenting. Far as I’m concerned, some of these “taboos” are more or less the everyday here in Chez Mean Mom. I’ve enjoyed these segments because they show me that “bad” (a.k.a. mean) …Keep Reading
There’s nothing like being validated, is there? Especially, I have to say, by the New York Times. Just yesterday, a friend of mine sent me a link to a story in the Times about — wait for it — how kids today snack too much. Yeah, been there, said that. The writer, Jennifer Steinhauer, herself a parent, laments how kids can never go anywhere or do anything without snacks being involved. And it’s not just the pretzels, Goldfish and juice boxes moms stash in our bags (just in case of low blood sugar and/or a meltdown) while we’re out and …Keep Reading
I have a brand-new nephew, Nicholas (Nico, for short). His parents, my brother and sister-in-law, are mostly going minimal when it comes to baby gear. Part of that is a space issue–their house is pretty compact. But a bigger part of it is that, from what I can tell, and not including having read probably four million books on pregnancy, birth, and babycare (they approach most things fairly intellectually), they plan to rely largely on instinct. (And by the way, the photo above is not little Nico, but stay tuned to the end of this post for a gratuitous, isn’t-he-the-cutest …Keep Reading
Angels in the Outfield, Devils at Home: I’ll take some private mayhem if it means good behavior in public.
We had quite the day on New Year’s Eve. We woke to a snowstorm, which we drove through, slipping and sliding, for an hour to reach a lawyer’s office in a town that’s normally a 20-minute drive away. We were closing on a refinance of our home mortgage, a process that had taken many frustrating months and literally reams of paper (you’d think much of this could be done digitally, but alas, no). We’d gotten several extensions of our locked-in rate, the last of which expired on that day, so there was no option left: We had to drag the …Keep Reading