Look! It's an upper-middle class Mom! She has so much to do...take the dog to the vet, pick up (looks like the only) child from karate class, plan a birthday party, and water the houseplants! I know I've said this blog isn't meant to address actual serious, societal problems, but come on. At this moment people are really suffering and really struggling. Complaining about all the stuff we "need" to parent (so much stuff, in fact, we need to by more stuff just to deal with our original stuff) is tacky at best and just plain awful at worst.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
I've recently met some new moms in a big move my family just completed. I haven't written in a while because, frankly, moms can be the best, and I just didn't have a lot of mom-induced irritations to vent about.
AND THEN I SAW IT.
An adorable little girl. Featured in an adorable photo on her mother's meticulously updated blog. On the toilet.
ON THE TOILET!
I thought my contemporaries, people in their early 30's, were relatively tech savvy. We may not be 15-year-old wonder kids, but I was sure we weren't like the slightly older Gen-X variety, like, say Anthony Weiner, who have iPhones, but don't quite grasp the fact that Twitter is omnipresent.
MOMS: The internet is everywhere. It does not go away. Your kid is going to hate you for putting a picture of him or her on their toilet in the privacy of his or her baby book. We as a society are not prepared for the tween-age hysteria that will erupt when Jaydyn or Kaylen or whatever made-up name your kid has, when they realize they are on the fucking internet, on the fucking toilet.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Over the course of the past few weeks, I thought moving might take over Moms as things that are the worst. One quick glance at Facebook and I was wrong...Moms still are indeed the worst.
One of the best exchanges in 30 Rock is when Jenna is trying to explain to Kenneth how to brag about oneself without being obvious...a back-handed compliment. For example, it's hard for her to watch American Idol, because she has perfect pitch.
I know that technically that Zuckerburg (Zuckerberg? Zukerberg?) guy is the inventor of Facebook, but I think Jenna may have had a hand in it too...it is a bona fide breading ground for back-handed compliments. Though nobody had to teach that to Moms...I think the bitch-switch must be located near the vaginal opening and is flipped as the baby slides out. Scientists are still looking for the C-Section one.
The most egregious one I found is a Mom who posted that she is SO FRUSTRATED because her 18 month knows all of his letters and sounds except for "I." He points to his eye instead.
Notice how the subject interjects three things her kid can do that presumably yours cannot or did not do at such an age: letter awareness, phonemic awareness, and knowledge of body parts. Of course it's all wrapped up in a neat little "whoa is me" sort of package.
Speaking of packages, I think I'd rather move again than have a play-date with this one. Blech.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Three words: Pottery Barn Kids. One abbreviated expletive: OMFG.
I feel compelled to give a brief summary of a registry I recently discovered from the above retailer (prices approximated):
* $1200 Rocker and Ottoman
* $600 Changing Table
* $400 Crib
* $100 Side Table
Surely prospective parents who register for these items know that in a matter of months, the side of that crib is going to be chewed to such an extent it'll look like Mom gave birth to a gaggle of woodchucks. They have to know that the Rocker/Ottoman combo costs more than my mortgage...and that its plush fabric will eventually be sullied by any number of baby yucks.
Baby registries are now like new cars. Whether it's an Audi, a Volkswagen, or a Datsun, it's out there, and it's more than just a way to get around.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Summer Infant Soothing Spa and Shower.
Do I really need to go on?
Okay, if I must. Splashing around in the kitchen sink is so very Saturday Evening Post cover page. I guess I understand the spa thing...we want everything to be spa-like. It's the syndrome that makes normally robust, manly men on House Hunters squeal "Double sinks!" every episode. I'm totally kidding. There are no robust, manly men on House Hunters.
Even though I understand the theory behind it, this statement from the product description had me perplexed. "The soothing spa relaxes nervous first-time parents and fussy babies." I'm looking at a picture of the product, and I don't see how the parent can fit into the whirlpool bath, which is the only way I can fathom that the parent would actually relax. It looks like there's some sort of humidifier/Dyson turbo engine attached to it. Oh wait, I'm sorry, according to the instruction page, that is actually the shower. Either way, the shower and spa are battery operated contraptions you put in your tub. Unless this comes with a muscle-bound Swede to massage you while bathing your infant (not pictured), I fail to see how this might relax a "nervous first-time parent."
Monday, April 18, 2011
This is not, I repeat, NOT one of those rants that begins with "Back in my day..."
But it's so hard to start otherwise. So, with reservations, back in my day, my parents did not come to every single event of my life while I was in school. While I had loving, involved parents, they did not come to my 3rd grade Fun Run, nor did they attend any classroom Valentine celebration.
This is not to say that every good thing in the world happened in the past, i.e. "Back in my day, Daddy'd take off his belt to shut us up." I cannot stress enough that this blog does not tackle actual issues. It does, however, beg the question: When did parents decide it was healthy to assume their school-age kids cannot function without them?
I've heard of helicopter parents, though I, perhaps incorrectly, associated them only with hovering over this week's algebra assignment. I've been employed by an elementary school (I love being vague) for over five years, and yet I never cease to marvel at the packed parking lots and jammed streets during...an Easter parade in which seven-year-olds walk around one floor of the school for two minutes wearing paper plate bonnets and cut-out ties? I even saw one mom break out the professional grade Nikon lens for this life altering event. Of course, I'm all for capturing precious memories for your kids, but do your kids' memories always have to include you?
Is it an absolute requirement to attend the following event under penalty of childhood trauma?
1. Every single soccer game ages birth-23
2. Grammar school Halloween parties
3. Away track meets
5. Any relay involving a spoon
There's only one "yes." If you're not sure of the answer, call your mother.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
One of the strangest things I hear from expectant mothers is "I can't wait for my body to be mine again." While this flies in the face of basic pregnancy expectations we all should have before embarking on such a state, this mindset can lead to a goldmine for the brilliant minds of the Upspring Company. Yes, yes, THE Upspring Company, who brought us "Shrinkx Hips."
I'm admittedly quick to judge this item, but I have two strong reasons to do so. First, as sure as "Euro" anything increases the price/desirability of a given product, novelty spelling of a word in your product is a red flag for cheesy-ness. Secondly, it is curiously reminiscent of those vibration belt weight loss machines from the '50's. Surely we can find a better, and less embarrassing way to spend $55.