I thought about what could be a new expression relating to parenting as we know it in the twenty first century — though I am getting the inclination that it may be an ages old way of thinking that just has found new ways to raise its ugly head. We know about Helicopter Parenting and Velcro Parenting — but are you familiar with backseat parenting?
Yesterday, I saw on television blunt evidence that our culture has finally descended into the dregs of both sloth and slovenliness indicating the end of the world is nigh upon us in the evil incarnation of a new product called: Pajama Jeans.
From the day we brought Chaim Yosi home from the hospital, he has always expressed a preference in being held over laying in his bassinet or even swinging back and forth in the swing that is on loan from a stepsister. While in the NICU, Elizabeth found a special pillow online called the Boppy — it has brought us much relief and helped us in numerous ways I will detail below.
When I was probably eight-years-old or so, my family travelled from Nebraska to California to visit Disneyland for the first time. We were in the Golden State to visit my aunt, uncle and two female cousins and, of course, to also inhale the acreages of Disney and score some fun rides.
Continue reading → A Homoerotic Moment with Peter Pan at Disneyland
I remember a time when, as a kid, getting candy OUT of your hair was a major, momentary, catastrophe that was only resolvable with a pair of scissors. The resultant bald patch was your mark of dishonor for playing so poorly with such sticky candy. I was, of course, curious to read about the recent Jolly Rancher in Your Hair Affair where a mother purposefully put Jolly Rancher candy in her child’s hair and then sent said child off to school for photo day. Here’s a random image of what “Your Hair in Jolly Ranchers” looks like:
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