Tag: parenting

Wait! Let’s be friends.

New parents at the coffee shop with their six-month old baby. “Why Don’t We Do it In the Road?” comes on the radio and mom bobs her head exaggeratedly. Baby waves his hands, happy and frantic. “Why don’t we do it in the roohohhoad!” mom croons. “No one will be watching us!” Dad joins in, shaking his shoulders a little.

Wiping up the table before they leave, baby joins in the upkeep. “Look!” Mom says. “He’s gonna be a busboy!” “Yes!” Dad says, “Yes, you are! You’re gonna be a buuusboy!”

Two Words: Author

Please join me in kissing Mrs. Heather B. Armstrong on the mouth, as she officially became an author today. Behold!

It Sucked and Then I Cried: How I had a Baby, a Breakdown, and a Much Needed Margarita

Heather is one of the hardest working people I know, so it’s hardly surprising that the book is already a success. In fact, she’s currently two spots below the President of the United States on the Amazon non-fiction rankings. Let’s see if we can do something to improve those numbers, shall we?

Somewhere in New York, there is a very pregnant woman jumping up and down on her hotel bed in her underwear. She may not be able to drink right now, but come June, there’s a case of Champagne with her name on it. In the meantime, the Internet can raise a glass in her honor.

You did it, girl.

Traveling with Kids

http://blip.tv/play/gew+8OtykOIX

This video is a sentimental favorite, because both the girls are real-life friends. Also, Heather talks about vomiting on a plane after the wedding where she and I first met in real life. Karen Walrond of Chookooloonks is new to our crew, and you will like her. She’s got that loyal, responsible, but quit-your-law-job-and-follow-your-dreams thing going on.

As for traveling with kids, you may remember that I wrote up some mom travel tips when Hank was tiny. Here’s my post 12 Tips for Flying with a Baby, and my OCD treatise on getting through airport security 9 Tips for Quick Airport Security Screening with a Baby.

Where’d I put my flask?

Something unusual happened this morning. When Bryan left for work, Hank sobbed and clung to him. When I left, he barely looked up. I said bye. I kissed him. I hugged him. He just pushed me away and kept playing with his train.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have entered the fabled Daddy phase. For a while there, I didn’t believe it existed, this period where Hank would want Daddy to cuddle, Daddy to feed him, Daddy to read, Daddy to go to the park, Daddy to change his diaper. Not Mom-Mom, Daddy. DADDY. Hank! Said! Daddddeeeeeeee!

Road trip, anyone?

Moms Gone Wild

I’ve been making videos with a bunch of other moms. We roll around in hot oil, and then talk about Thanksgiving:

http://blip.tv/play/gew+29olkOIX

We also talk about ways to punish our partners when they disagree with us:

http://blip.tv/play/gew+2bpxkOIX

All right, I kid. It’s us in twin-sets, knitting and drinking tea.

Heather, Alice, and I did do a few segments with our tops off, but they edited them out. Stupids.

(I posted this yesterday, but accidentally deleted it, so a few comments are missing. I’m sorry if yours was one of them, because I think you’re nice.)