Cat recently wrote a fascinating piece on Offbeat Home called My door is open: why I'm pretty public online about my home. In it she discusses the transparency with which she blogs about where she lives and what she does. Cat's digital reach in the home-focused community is pretty far — she runs two websites (the other being Hipster Housewife) about homes, and tweets many, many details about her life every single day. In fact, within another month or so I might have her whole TV schedule worked out. (I KID! Kind of.)
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One summer evening, I piled the kids into the car for a pre-bed ice cream run. As we're waiting in an impossibly long drive thru line, my 4 year old pipes up from the backseat, "Mommy, turn this music down. I need to talk about things."
I cooperate and turn the radio off, asking what she wants to talk about.
"Let's talk about babies."
I've blogged before about how my kids are the pickiest eaters on the planet. I've tried sticker charts, bribes, threats, beatings (just kidding!), but so far the best tactic has been giving my kids the job of the "Taste Tester." Initially I was skeptical my kids would participate, but they totally LOVED it.
My partner and I don't have kids yet, but we're trying. As more of my friends squeeze out little bundles of joy, I'm struck by how similar zookeepers and parents really are. For one, we're both obsessed with poop. Moreover, we take our jobs as caregivers very, very seriously. When you have another life depending on you, it's time to step up your game. Here are five ways that being a zookeeper will make me a better parent.
"…and here we have another baby," said the ultra-sound technician in a way-too-calm voice.
"No." I said.
"Yep — twins," she said, and continued, measuring length and heart beats, while pure panic enveloped my brain and I searched the room for some sign that I was dreaming. You know like if the ultra-sound tech suddenly handed me a math test that I hadn't studied for. That would've been awesome.
Candyland is so much more fun baked when you're an adult. In fact, marijuana makes a lot of things more bearable and even fun. Pot can make you patient and relaxed. I get it, and so does a sizable portion of society. That being said, there are some rules I choose to follow as a pot-smoking parent….
Isn't it interesting how we struggle with our own identities through our children? We want them to be like us. By that, I mean, our vision of who we are — you know, all the good stuff. I know that as my own daughter has grown and developed her unique sense of self, her individuality, her very strong-willed personality, I have always looked for those moments of me in her.