So here’s something I’ve discovered I won’t blog about: when it’s not my story to tell. When telling of my experience would reveal more than others are ready to share.
That was my weekend. This is the first time I’ve been at my computer for more than 5 minutes since Wednesday night.
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Welcome to the February Carnival of Natural Parenting: Love and partners!
This post was written for inclusion in the monthly Carnival of Natural Parenting hosted by Hobo Mama and Code Name: Mama. This month we’re writing about how a co-parent has or has not supported us in our dedication to natural parenting. Please read to the [...]
I only hope he learns better babywearing etiquette before I have grandkids. But hey, the baby IS in a carseat!… sort of.
[Image: Boychick asleep in carseat with baby doll in sling.]
Okeedoke, I was trying to write an entire actual, y’know, post to go with these comics, but… nah. Later, maybe.
For now, a quick explanation: several years ago, long before the Boychick’s conception much less birth or extrauterine life (which is to say, way before I had any first-hand experience with any of this), I [...]
Reader sarah replied to my post We are not bad moms* with the following:
There is a corollary to this post that I think should also be said. Babywearing, breastfeeding, EC, etc. don’t necessarily make you a good mom. There is a world of hurt you can bring on your child even if you practice those [...]
Normally, I hate no-nap days. And I really, really wasn’t expecting today to be one, after the 2 mile hike at a local state park (two hours of running around a forest with five other 2-5 year olds), tiring out enough to want up in the sling (! and I almost didn’t bother bringing [...]
All blogs need photos. It seems we are such a visual animal that a blog without photos is like cocoa without sugar and cream: what’s the point? And, I’ve been meaning to write about babywearing, and how attachment parenting really can be feminist, especially with a babywearing father. So here they are, my (presumably) straight [...]