Congrats to Facebook, which officially has its first namesake. An Egyptian man named his baby girl Facebook Jamal Ibrahim to express his gratitude for the role the social networking site played in the revolution. That is very moving, but we hope the name doesn’t become trendy. I wonder if they’ll call her “Face” or “Book” for short. And more very important baby news after the jump. Keep reading »
For the past three years, I have not taken any birth control pills and instead solely relied on condoms for contraception. These past few years, I have been a full-time freelancer without health insurance and I have prioritized paying for my anti-depressant prescription — anywhere from $100 to $120 bucks a month, depending on the pharmacy — over BC.
But if the Obama administration gets its way after a thorough review from health experts, the costs of contraceptives and other family planning services will be covered by insurers under health care reform. Contraceptives would be considered “preventative services” because they prevent unwanted pregnancies and a host of other health issues that come along with the stork’s surprises. Wouldn’t that be the jam?
Don’t get too excited yet, though: some “family” organizations are already whining that pregnancy is “not a disease” and birth control should not be considered a preventative service. Keep reading »
She’s perfect! Perfect! This little baby black swan puts Natalie Portman to shame. [BuzzFeed] Keep reading »
Another episode of “The Real Housewives of Atlanta,” another one of Phaedra Park’s bizarre photo shoots with Spark St. Jude. Only this time, instead of pickles, there is poop! Baby Ayden “fired off” a load on Phaedra’s hand. Luckily, Apollo, the baby’s
father babysitter, comes to the rescue while Phaedra, a woman bereft of all motherly instincts, stares at her hand in disbelief. She’s never been so up close and personal with baby poop before. OK … where’s the nanny hiding? We know she’s got one. Keep reading »
This Thanksgiving, I arrived at my aunt and uncle’s house to see my 7-year-old nephew in the backyard pulling a plastic toy bow-and-arrow about 2 feet away from my 5-year-old niece’s face. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” I barked before I even said “hello.” I pushed the plastic arrow so it was away from her face and aiming towards the ground.
“We’re playing with my bow-and-arrow!” My nephew told me, defensively.
“Yeah!” My niece said, still young enough to be adorably oblivious to how close she was to becoming a Cyclops.
“You don’t hold a bow-and-arrow so close to someone’s face!” I snapped. “She could lose an eyeball that way. Aim it towards the ground!” I stomped off, shooting a dirty look at my brothers-in-law who were standing nearby but perhaps not paying close enough attention to their kids.
Hours later we were all on the living room floor playing a rousing game of sea life-themed Go Fish. The 5-year-old sat in my lap while we played together as a team. Then her 3-year-old sister, this adorable little blond peanut of a girl, wanted to sit on my lap, too. There’s something about snuggling a little kid — especially one with a lisp, who pronounces “crab” as “cwab” — that can make a woman’s ovaries go completely bonkers. Keep reading »