The Calgary LEGO Store called mall security when they found an 11 yr old shopping alone in their store. Then they called the dad a bad parent. Fear based parenting needs to end.
Daddy daughter dances are creepy. That’s my bias. Go ahead, tell me I’m wrong, because I don’t have daughters, but they’re still an odd old tradition that make father daughter relationships more awkward than they need to be.
When you ground your kids, you need to follow through. So when I declared a week with no TV for my kids, that meant I had to deal with it too. Oh noes.
Charlie sat at the dinner table recently and declared “god is King of all the ghosts!” It opened up a discussion I wasn’t having with my kids, but will now. If you’re going to bring your false idols to the playground, I’m going to empower my kids with the knowledge that the seeds you are sowing will only reap lies.
Is it okay for you, as a parent, to be naked around your kids. Quick answer: yes. Longer answer: depends. I was on HuffPo Live talking about naked baby issues, here it is:
Similac Formula is making waves with a new ad that tries to end the Mommy Wars. In a world of no parental judgement, parents would be free to formula feed – that’s what they want. Fine, we fed formula. But it’s the portrayal of dads in the video that is turning the conversation sideways. Why Sisterhood of Motherhood? Why not call us all “parents?”
When did you teach your kids the birds and the bees? We’re on a ‘need to know’ basis, but not a make believe one. That plan got ramped up when another kid interfered in the process and tried to explain his theories.
I dont have a problem being naked around my kids. it’s not something I set out to do, but if it happens, it happens. We play Naked Baby, Naked Daddy, and it’s mostly me just being silly. A HuffPo essay this week, however, has me rethinking parental nudity and how it can be used to teach our kids about their own bodies and body hangups.
You don’t need to breast feed in line at Tim Horton’s. One mom thought she would. The store asked her to stop. Then it hit the fan. Sigh. Why can’t we get along?
I let my son fire a gun this weekend. I hate guns. Despise them as much as cigarettes. Being a parent means, sometimes, you change the rules for no reason.