10 More Things I Think New Parents Should Know

  • You never imagined how much you would be talking about poop. Unless you work for a laxative company. Because if you work for a laxative company, you are probably already talking about poop a lot.
  • People are friendly when you’re with with a baby. That said, people are even friendlier when you’re with a puppy.
  • Everyone tells you to “sleep when the baby’s sleeping.” It’s good advice. But, remember, it’s “sleep when the baby’s sleeping… unless the baby fell asleep in the car and you’re driving.” 
  • Don’t beat yourself up over every little thing. Babies have really low expectations. 
  • If you think you might be posting too many pictures on Facebook, you probably are.
  • No matter how much you love your child, naptime is never long enough. 
  • Yes, in the beginning they cry and cry and cry. But, babies don’t gossip. They don’t brag. They don’t get smoker’s breath. And they don’t interrupt with the punchline when you’re telling a joke. 
  • Take a lot of pictures and write things down. At the very least, you can use it as blackmail one day.
  • When people come to visit after you come home from the hospital, remember they are there to see you and the baby. Remember they don’t expect you or your house to look perfect. And remember, if you are talking anywhere near the baby monitor, there’s a good chance they can hear you. 
  • The secret to being a good parent? There isn’t one. Anyone who tells you otherwise is lying. 
I made a list last week. I made one today. Now it’s your turn. Do you have anything you want to add? You can write something in the comments. Or you can write it on your own blog and include a link in the comments. Or you can just ignore this request completely because it’s your life and I’m not going to tell you how to live it. 

14 Things I Think New Parents Should Know

  • The more time and effort put into decorating a nursery, the more likely that the baby will sleep in your room.
  • Things that don’t wake a sleeping newborn: loud noises and bright lights. Things that do wake a sleeping newborn: sitting down to eat dinner. 
  • Maybe they’ll say it’s the eyes. Maybe they’ll say it’s the mouth. Whatever it is, people will insist on telling you that your newborn looks like you. It’s almost never true. And, if we’re being honest, it’s not much of a compliment. Newborns are pretty darn funny looking.
  • You may not want to cut your baby’s nails because you are afraid of making her bleed. However, if you don’t cut your baby’s nails, she will probably scratch herself and, then, she’ll bleed. So, why postpone the inevitable?
  • There is no greater thrill than the first time a baby calls out “mama” or “dada,” even when it is directed toward the cat. 
  • Sleeping a lot and eating a lot are traits highly cherished in babies. Unfortunately, neither are particularly admired in adults. 
  • As a new parent, strangers will often approach you to ask, “Is he a good baby?” Surprise them by saying, “No, he’s kind of an asshole.”
  • You will discover that there must have been something very, very tricky about composing a melody for  ”Twinkle Twinkle Little Star,” The ABC’s,” and “Baa Baa Black Sheep.” 
  • If she is wearing a nice outfit, it is likely that your baby will poop.
  • If you are wearing a nice outfit, it is likely that your baby will poop.
  • From the moment you arrive home from the hospital, you will be asked if your baby sleeps through the night. Tell them you don’t know. Tell them you spend most nights out clubbing.
  • Make sure you learn all the noises that farm animals make. Even though most people no longer live on farms, the sounds that sheeps, pigs and cows make are priority number one when teaching your little one to talk.
  • Despite advances in science, no one has figured out how to diagnose a dirty diaper besides sniffing at it or peeking in it. When you’re in public, learn to do this discreetly.
  • When all else fails, if you can’t stop your baby from crying, turn on some music and dance around the living room. Even if the crying doesn’t stop, at least you’ll enjoy yourself. 

A long, long time ago, I wrote an essay on toddlers. I first had the idea for it when my now four year old was about 18 months. Well, my third kiddo is about one and a half now. And, it feels like deja vu. If you missed it the first time or just really have nothing better to do, here’s my old essay for Babble:
“One morning, my then one-and-a-half-year-old son unlocked the child-safety latch of our bottom bathroom drawer. Upon finding my makeup, he began breathing heavily with excitement and staggering around. What a haul! What loot! Imagine his disappointment when, just as he was about to pry the shiny cap off a red lipstick, I picked him up and carried him out of the bathroom. I didn’t congratulate him on his discovery. I didn’t point him in the direction of the hallway’s white walls and say, “My home is your canvas. Go forth and create.” Instead, I ruined everything.
Before I had children, when I’d go to the grocery store and see a little kid in the cereal aisle screaming and crying, I’d shake my head. Why was it that every time I saw a toddler, he or she was throwing some kind of fit? What could be so difficult about spending the day playing, napping, and eating? Now, after living among their kind, I should apologize. Not to you, but to them. Here’s the sad truth: for toddlers, the world is a rough place full of squelched mysteries, restrained freedoms, and nonsensical commands. I think I’d rather be fourteen again than be a toddler.”
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A long, long time ago, I wrote an essay on toddlers. I first had the idea for it when my now four year old was about 18 months. Well, my third kiddo is about one and a half now. And, it feels like deja vu. If you missed it the first time or just really have nothing better to do, here’s my old essay for Babble:

“One morning, my then one-and-a-half-year-old son unlocked the child-safety latch of our bottom bathroom drawer. Upon finding my makeup, he began breathing heavily with excitement and staggering around. What a haul! What loot! Imagine his disappointment when, just as he was about to pry the shiny cap off a red lipstick, I picked him up and carried him out of the bathroom. I didn’t congratulate him on his discovery. I didn’t point him in the direction of the hallway’s white walls and say, “My home is your canvas. Go forth and create.” Instead, I ruined everything.

Before I had children, when I’d go to the grocery store and see a little kid in the cereal aisle screaming and crying, I’d shake my head. Why was it that every time I saw a toddler, he or she was throwing some kind of fit? What could be so difficult about spending the day playing, napping, and eating? Now, after living among their kind, I should apologize. Not to you, but to them. Here’s the sad truth: for toddlers, the world is a rough place full of squelched mysteries, restrained freedoms, and nonsensical commands. I think I’d rather be fourteen again than be a toddler.”

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World Traveler Challenge… Food List Challenge…  This is my version.
P.S. To preempt the inevitable comment, this doesn’t actually work. I don’t know how to code. But, I’m going to put “learn to code” on my list of “Things I Want To Learn This Lifetime.” Hey, there’s the idea for my next Facebook app.
P.P.S. I’m going to dedicate the rest of my day to thinking these up. Excuse me while I go turn on the television for my children for the next 11 hours. 
P.P.P.S. My blog is two years old. I cannot believe I’ve been doing this for two years. I could have actually learned to code in that time. CRAP!

World Traveler Challenge… Food List Challenge…  This is my version.

P.S. To preempt the inevitable comment, this doesn’t actually work. I don’t know how to code. But, I’m going to put “learn to code” on my list of “Things I Want To Learn This Lifetime.” Hey, there’s the idea for my next Facebook app.

P.P.S. I’m going to dedicate the rest of my day to thinking these up. Excuse me while I go turn on the television for my children for the next 11 hours. 

P.P.P.S. My blog is two years old. I cannot believe I’ve been doing this for two years. I could have actually learned to code in that time. CRAP!

My seven year old has been working hard to find out the password on my iPhone.  
He tried looking over my shoulder while I typed.
It didn’t work.
Another time, he called out random numbers. I had to promise that I would tell him if he guessed correctly.
He didn’t.
A few weeks ago, he had a worried look on his face. “What if you forget your password?” he asked. “You should write it down.” He handed me a piece of paper and a pen. 
It didn’t work either.
And, just yesterday, he told me that he had a very special magic trick. For step one, he would need to know the password on my phone. 
He still doesn’t know it. However, he’s obsessed with Harry Potter. I’m guessing that he’ll try to cast a spell on me soon. 
If you don’t hear from me, there’s a chance I’ve been turned into a toad.
(Pictured: That is not my son.)

My seven year old has been working hard to find out the password on my iPhone.  

He tried looking over my shoulder while I typed.

It didn’t work.

Another time, he called out random numbers. I had to promise that I would tell him if he guessed correctly.

He didn’t.

A few weeks ago, he had a worried look on his face. “What if you forget your password?” he asked. “You should write it down.” He handed me a piece of paper and a pen. 

It didn’t work either.

And, just yesterday, he told me that he had a very special magic trick. For step one, he would need to know the password on my phone. 

He still doesn’t know it. However, he’s obsessed with Harry Potter. I’m guessing that he’ll try to cast a spell on me soon. 

If you don’t hear from me, there’s a chance I’ve been turned into a toad.

(Pictured: That is not my son.)