New mothers in the United Arab Emirates are now required by law to breastfeed their babies for two years, according to a clause in the country’s Child Rights law. Mothers who cannot nurse would be provided with a wet nurse by the government. One viewpoint held by the council is that children have the right to be breastfed, according to Islamic teaching; another compared not breastfeeding — just giving your baby formula — to child neglect. Keep reading »
Maybe I should be over this by age 35, when the vast majority of my peers are on the procreation train and it’s just something I should be expecting, but I still feel a twinge of, I don’t even know what to call the feeling, when I discover that a guy I used to date has gone and made a baby. It’s not quite wistfulness or jealousy — but it’s certainly unsettling.
The other day I was scrolling through Instagram when I discovered that I guy I dated briefly a bunch of years ago was a parent. He posted a picture of his wife (?) and his 9-month-old daughter(!?), who looked eerily like his much younger, female twin (like, she had the same haircut as him…it was weird). His hashtag: #neverdreamedthisdaywouldcome. “Damn right, you didn’t,” I replied to my iPhone screen, enlarging the picture to get a closer look. Below, the range of reactions you can expect to go through when you find yourself in this situation… Keep reading »
Jessica Shyba, a mom of three and the blogger behind Momma’s Gone City, recently added another little one to her brood — a tiny puppy that was found behind her local SPCA. Named Theo, the little pup has especially taken to Shyba’s youngest child, 23-month-old Beau, treating him almost as a littermate. The duo is especially fond of their daily naps, which Shyba has captured for her blog and her Instagram. They are possibly the most squee-worthy images I have ever seen. Click on through for more and then, if you can handle the cuteness on a regular basis, follow Shyba on Instagram. BRB, about to go make a baby so Lucca has someone to cuddle with this ridiculously. [Huffington Post] Keep reading »
OMFG. A baby in an LED costume. These are the moments when I long to be a parent — so I can dress my baby up to look like a glow-in-the-dark stick figure on Halloween. Please, please, please parents of the world, let me live vicariously through you by putting this glow-y thing on your baby next week. [Videogum]
“The Osbournes” pioneered the family-centric reality TV format, and I personally believe that the entire genre should have just quit while it was ahead. The Kardashians are good for whatever it is that they’re good for, but nothing will ever compare to Ozzy’s aimless bumbling, Sharon’s loving shrillness, Kelly and Jack, teenage Jack’s oft-berated Australian nanny Melinda, all those dogs … there will always be a special place in my heart for that show, and the people in it. Jack was one of my first Weird Celebrity Crushes, a condition I suffer from to this day. He hasn’t had it easy the past couple of years — he was diagnosed with MS in 2012, and his wife Lisa miscarried late in her second pregnancy just a couple of months ago — but he obviously still has reason to smile. Jack threw a baby wig and a pair of Ozzy’s signature glasses on his 16-month-old daughter, Pearl, and the results are strategically formulated to KILL ME DEAD. So cute!!! [Twitter]
I dislike Mitt Romney and his politics as much as the next liberal. But I draw the line at inane knee-jerk reactions to the name of his new adopted grandchild.
See, Ben Romney and his wife Andelynne Romney (above) adopted a newborn baby boy. The 23rd grandchild in the Romney family (not 22nd, as tweeted) is a little Black baby named Kieran James Romney. Some folks on Twitter are upset that in Gaelic, the name Kieran means “black,” “little dark one,” or “dark skinned.” They seem to be suggesting Ben Romney, a doctor, and his wife chose intentionally to stigmatize the child by effectively naming him “Black Romney.” Keep reading »
Just when you thought humanity wasn’t headed down the shitter after all, novelty store It’Sugar thought it would be a fun idea to sell baby clothes with creepy sexual statements emblazoned on the front of them. Phrases like “hung like a preschooler”, “I’m proof my mommy puts out,” and “does this diaper make my butt look big?” stand out, amongst others. Gross. Young people are bombarded with the pressure to be “sexy” before their age even hits double digits these days, but now sexual jokes are starting before the kid can even walk? Not cool. These clothes aren’t just sexual, they’re also flat-out body shaming. Do we really need to be scrutinizing the size of a baby’s butt? I’m pretty positive the company meant for these clothes to be taken as a joke, but that’s how ideology takes root: it starts out as something seemingly innocuous that’s not to be taken seriously, but then all of a sudden it’s totally ingrained into a person’s thoughts and a five-year-old is crying over whether her butt looks big because she’s been wearing clothes with phrases like this on them since before she could talk. Can’t kids just be kids for half a second without having to think about their bodies? If this is a sign of the times, I’m not too excited for whatever nasty ideas people are going to come up with next. [Change.org]
This weekend in the New York Times Social Q’s column, a woman wrote in to inquire about how to handle a ruthless grandma who is obsessed with her six-month-old granddaughter’s weight:
My husband and I have a beautiful 6-month-old daughter. She is chubby but not overweight by any means. My mother-in-law, who obviously has a weight obsession and is quite thin, has started making comments about my daughter’s size: “I can’t believe her legs are so big when she kicks all the time.” Or: “She’ll thin out when she starts to crawl.” My husband knows that these comments bother me, but he will not address them with her. I want to protect my daughter from her grandmother’s damaging and unhealthy fixation with weight. What should I do?
Okay, what kind of sick person body snarks a six-month-old baby? I don’t have kids, so I might be wrong about this, but aren’t babies supposed to be fat? I did not know that having a fat six-month-old was a problem you could have. Keep reading »
Has this week been kinda brutal for you guys? I swear half the recent updates on my Twitter and Facebook feeds have been along the lines of “Today sucks!” or “Why does life have to be so freakin’ complicated?!” I have personally cried in public twice this week (one outburst took place at the DMV, which was to be expected). Let’s all take a second to take a deep breath and remember that at one point, we were all toddlers, and the most confusing and intense moment in our lives was when we tasted a lemon for the first time. Thanks to these brilliant photos, we can relive the moment life first handed us lemons (and the best part? Since we’re adults now, we can use those lemons to make lemon drops!). Here’s to a happier, simpler weekend. [Daily Mail]