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.
This is how the Mommy Wars start: a new mother, trying to find simple answers, gets bogged down by the braggards and spews back. The humblebraggers fight back and .. well, cue the feedback loop.
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.
How do you tell your kids the fish is dead? You tell them, and then you let them mourn. Because mourning is good. Then you get a new fish. Because fish are good too.
I don’t talk to my kids about tragedy. I mean, if they ask, they will get an answer but I dont actively seek them out to introduce kids and tragedy to the conversation.
It’s possible to be pro life and pro choice at the same time. It is possible to respect human life and the right to control one’s own health. It really is.
I dont want to bubble wrap my kids, but I still worry. I’m a parent, it’s natural. Today, I went full free range parenting, and let my son go far far away. CLICK THE PHOTO TO READ THE STORY.
The latest ad from Days Inn Canada misses the mark. They show a dad on a bizcation celebrating life from his family. It couldn’t be further from the truth.
When I blog about parenting, I’m lying. I’m mostly showing the good stuff. I’m humblebragging with a highlight reel of my life.
Do kids ruin your life? Well it all depends what kind of life you had hoped to have before you had kids. Studies show parents can be just as happy as others
Stop using shame signs. Please. They do nothing to make the situation better, they instead make everything worse. Talk to your kids, don’t shame them.
When it comes to talking to your kids about war, there’s no easy way to do it. War is glamourized, and yet it is ugly. Remembrance Day makes it real when I take the boys to the cenotaph and talk about the members of our family that have fought. It’s a time for silent reflection and a vow of never again.
Help me decide which way is up here. We went to a party where the kids went wild. My wife and I looked at each other wondering if we were the uptight parent or if the other kids were just out of control.
There is a rainbow crosswalk in Vancouver that arrived quite suddenly, and with it an instant tourist attraction. I stopped to show it to my son and his reaction to this monument of pride and tolerance gives hope that homophobia will soon be gone.
