A sod-covered found-wood playhouse in a woody British backyard
Come along with me and experience the tale of the time J0_M0 decided to build his kids a log playhouse in the English countryside, using only found wood and purchasing only a bag of nails.
So… are gDiapers really that incredible?
I’m currently 32 weeks pregnant and ready to become a first-time mom to our baby. I thought I had everything figured out about our parenting needs/choices months ago… until I read an article about different diapering options.
I’m so happy my kid can breastfeed, I might let her do it forever
In my naive pre-baby days, I thought toddler-nursing was for hippie weirdos. “If they can ask for it, they’re too old for it!” I would exclaim in my most judgmental tone. This was back in the day when I also thought breastfeeding was simple and came naturally to all moms. Ha!
Want your teen to rock life? Don’t be afraid to let her talk back
Yesterday NPR published a new piece called Why A Teen Who Talks Back May Have A Bright Future.
What would you want to know about your child’s birth mother?
I gave birth to my baby boy almost two years ago. Due to circumstances out of my control in the creation of him, I placed him for adoption, and his new family adopted him a year ago. They’ve been wonderful — they write to me and tell me how he’s doing and always send pictures. It’s great.
All about one queer family’s experience with IVF and making babies
The Story of Sadie sits on the mantle in Shannon, Allison, and Sadie’s home. The book tells the tale of two adventurous queer women who wanted to make a baby together. It’s far from a love story about one getting pregnant with anonymous donor sperm while the other massages feet and masters the art of Lamaze. They opted for a difficult yet decidedly more magical route: Allison carried Shannon’s egg.
Playing house is not my next adventure
…We looked at smaller houses, all of which had something seriously wrong with them. Then, our realtor said, “Ashley, you’re going to have to be the one to pick this house. You’re the woman, and women are the ones that play house.” Direct quote. I snapped, and we decided not only to fire our realtor, but to quit looking all together.
How and why I voluntarily became a single mother at 22
When I was little, my rendition of “house” always included pretending I was a single mother struggling to make ends meet. I’m not sure if my eight-year-old self could foresee the future, or if I was just making do with the fact that I didn’t ever have a boy to play my “husband.” I dabbled in dating as a teenager. By “dabble” I mean my relationships never lasted more than three months and most were more like a few days. I just never had much interest in men (or women, for that matter), sexually speaking.