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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 »
“I don’t really plan on the age. It could be a year from now. It could be 10 years from now. Whenever is right. I mean, I have a lot of other stuff to accomplish before I get to kids. Whenever the time is right, I’ll just know. … If I had a girl, she’d probably be really rebellious … she would be like a bundle of karma.”
—Rihanna on her motherhood plans in Interview magazine. I’ve been sitting here for a while trying to understand this quote. I can throw around New Age terms with the best of them, but I have not a clue what she’s talking about. Does she mean if she had a girl, she would be afraid it would turn out like her? I think all that red hair dye is seeping into her brain. [Us Weekly] Keep reading »
“The other night, [Mike] was with some friends and their kids, and he sent me a funny text saying, ‘Watching my friend’s kids … Let’s wait a while.’ I didn’t grow up around kids, and I hope those motherly instincts are in me … I’m sure they are, but I don’t know what to talk about with a 4-year-old!”
—Carrie Underwood sounds like she’s not ready for rugrats, in the December issue of In Style. No shame in waiting, considering she just got married. Leave the girl alone! I wish the press would come up with some new things to bother famous women about other than engagement, marriage or babies. It’s old already. [People] Keep reading »
What’s in a name? A lot, actually. Naming your kid is one of the hardest parts of starting a family, fraught with arguments, opinions and bad choices. You need to make sure your child’s name is something unique but not too weird, easily rolls off the tongue, and most importantly, totally reflects the kind of parents you are. Here’s a handy guide to what various children’s names usually say about the parents who chose them. Keep reading »
As I’ve mentioned before, I’m beginning to think seriously about trying to make a baby soon-ish (with my husband’s help, of course). Recently, I made a “cradle list,” a list of things I’d like to do and accomplish before having a kid (I’m crossing off one of the items this weekend when I make my first trip to New Orleans!), and I’ve been thinking a lot about how my life will change once I’m responsible for a little tiny human. Of course, it’s hard to predict all the ways my routine will change and all the sacrifices my husband and I will make, but I’d like to think we’ll still find some time for just the two of us. Is that crazy naive? If this article is any indication, it is. Keep reading »
I know all the baby books wax on about how the second trimester is the most amazing, because you’re high on estrogen and so horny that you’re likely to sexually assault strangers in the street. That your husband can expect a lot of sex out of you at this time and that you’re simply a joy to be around. Yes, that’s what the baby books say.
And perhaps that is the case for many women, but right now I would like to give credence to a group of women for whom the second trimester is not a three-month-long rave party. Rather, for these women the third trimester is where they finally come into their own, find inner peace and start to truly relax and enjoy their pregnancy. Keep reading »