We can all mutually agree that there is always that ONE person who shares their opinions and has to tell you their perspective on all things that you are casually sharing with them. You don’t ask for an opinion. You share because you’re nice enough to share. But when opinions — unnecessary opinions are shared that is when you debate whether or not to stop sharing… When I ask for an advice that is when I expect your opinion. But for now, enjoy a hefty dose of my daughter’s pictures. Enjoy them. Just make sure to leave it at that.
If you had asked me 5 years ago what I thought my life would be like at 23 years old, I would have not expected any of what I’ve been blessed with. In fact, I never really quite thought of what my future life would be at the ripe age of 18. At 18 I was a closet rebel. I read a lot of books and stayed in my own room for the most part. I did my chores. I was to myself. And when I watched family members who were a few years older than I was change from teens to adults, I always thought I would just be at home with my parents and walking through life with no difficulties… no worries. But that all soon changed when my friends started looking at colleges to apply to and lives to live. I didn’t give college much thkught either. Here I was, a good student, settling, assuming to stay close to home and go to community college close by. I never gave my future much thought. Not because I didn’t want to… But because I was not pushed to. My parents – mom and step dad worked all of the time, with little to no time for life conversations. There was not a push to go to a university and get a 4 year degree. None of it. So when it came time for me to apply to colleges I looked at places that didn’t require for me to pay the usual hefty application fee because I didn’t have the money for that. I found two places that allowed me that flexibility. The waiting game started and ended. Months later I did receive a letter of acceptance. I was thrilled. For the very first time, my future was looking up… I actually did have a future to look forward to. Fast forward time. I went to that college that gave me the acceptance letter. With a lot of difficulties but most of my memories were positive ones. With a lot of determination and encouragement I graduated and survived the craziest four years in that university. When most college graduates thank their parents for their motivation… I thanked myself. I didn’t get to college with my parents’ help. In fact they discouraged me from moving 4 hours away. They were so used to me helping them hand and foot that they did not care about my future. I thrived on my own. I made it. Now during my last semester in undergrad my then boyfriend/now husband of mine found out we were expecting a baby. I carried our baby the first few months and my friends and professors not knowing the big secret I was keeping. I did it to protect myself and to make the big focus my education that I was going to finish regardless of the obstacles that were in my way. I did it. I completed. Secret was out of the bag several months later but I did it. And it was the courage it myself and the support of the father of my child that gave me the extra push to make it towards the finish line.
Have you ever stopped to think about why you are on social media? For me, it has always been about connecting with people, learning from my community, and contributing to that community. Page views, subscribers, followers and fans were never a stand alone goal. They were a means to an end — the promise of a potential connection.
— Annie at Ethical Thinker
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Annie at Ethical Thinker published an interesting read last month on why, after seven years of growing a popular parenting blog and social media presence, she abandoned her following, which…
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As the mother of a young transgender child, my response to Caitlyn Jenner’s headline-grabbing announcement is a visceral one. Yes, I’m kind of put off by the hype. No, I’m not a big fan of celebrity culture or reality television. But when I look at the cover of Vanity Fair, and read the news articles that respectfully use Jenner’s new name and female pronouns, I’m overwhelmed by this new state of affairs, and by a world that might just be ready to accept my daughter. And that knocks me off my feet with awe and gratitude.
I called my friend Alice, a member of our support group whose trans daughter is a few years older than mine. “Did you see it?” I said. She knew what I was talking about.
“Of course,” she said. I could hear her shaking her head over the phone, as overcome as I was…
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I will never let another pair of pants tell me I’m fat again.
This from the mouth of my friend Rachael, as she speared another piece of perfectly roasted cauliflower off of the plate in front of us. We met for drinks, Rachael and I, and as the fathers of our children readied our kids for bed, we ordered another cocktail.
I eyed that tiny plate of cauliflower with resentment. It was so good. And there was so little. What a tease tapas can be.
R’s declaration convinced me of what I already knew—I must go buy new jeans.
Oh, the ever changing expanse of the post partum body. I’ve been rail thin with huge boobs to very squishy and everything in between. The rail-thinness was the product of exhaustion, depression, and breastfeeding in my first four months with Jo. I remember being stunned by the sight of…
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Since my departure from work, every day has felt like a mini vacation. I wake up, help my husband get ready for work, wake our daughter up for day care, get her ready for the day, send them off. I walk our dog. I make coffee. I get ready for the day. Turn my laptop on and begin my rigorous job search. In between my job searching and applying for them I find time to deep clean my home. Because EVERY DAY there is a new mess to clean up. After 10 applications I give myself time to relax and enjoy quiet time. I do this until my husband and daughter are both back at home. At the end of the day I am back to taking care of them and go to sleep feeling happy. Because I may be out of work but I am constantly productive and working hard to make sure my family is taken care of. This is the type of mini vacation I like. Seeing my family happy and fed. And that’s the sunshine I like to create for myself.
My last post went into great detail about the research on age of starting solids and health outcomes, including nutrition, growth, illness, and allergies. If you read that post, you know that there are small risks and benefits of starting earlier or later (in the range of 4-6 months), but there’s no evidence for an optimal age of starting solids for all babies. Here’s what to look for instead, starting with a brief summary of the data on age:
1. Your baby is at least 4 months of age.
Read my post on this if you want to know the details and see the references. If not, here’s a summary:
- There is good evidence that it’s best to wait until at least 4 months of age to start solids, unless advised otherwise by a doctor for a specific medical reason.
- Starting solids between 4 and 6 months of age may…
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