I did a rhyme-y thing for the Huffington Post called “The Year in Review in Parenting in Rhyme” or something like that. Maybe I should have said it was a rap? Raps are cool. Shoot. Shoot. Shoot. It’s too late. It’s not a rap. Ugh. I blew it.
Please read it anyway. I beg you. I’m literally on my knees right now begging you to read it. It’s hard to type because I’m on my knees and my laptop is on the table, and I can barely reach.
Please.
My Jewish son just saw a Rabbi with a long, white beard and got very excited. He thought it was Santa.
Kate’s totally going to need to buy this book.
“I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus” is cute. “I Saw Mommy Kissing Some Random Guy Wearing A Yellow Sweater, Glasses And A Cubs Hat” is not.
“Some assembly required.” How much? Do two pieces snap together? Or will assembling the toy be my part-time job for all of December?
Here’s a milestone that I didn’t appreciate: the one where your kid discovers that, unless money is inserted into the machine, he’s not really playing a video game.
Crap.
I just read my friend Carrie’s beautiful letter to her daughter in the Huffington Post, Katie’s Custody Day: Adoption at Last and I feel like I’m a little bit of a better person (and parent) now. It’s that kind of letter. I know it sounds like I’m exaggerating but why don’t you read it and see for yourself.
Are you ready for tomorrow’s water cooler anecdote? According to a story on Huffington Post Parents, this mother gave birth to twins last night in Kenya. She named the brothers, Barack Obama and Mitt Romney.
Of course, this NOW makes the Birther Theory Morons right. Barack Obama was born in Kenya. And Mitt Romney was born in Kenya last night, too.
(On an unrelated note, does the Donald J. Trump clothing line at Macy’s sell well? And, if yes, that’s gross. Fun fact: the J is for Jackass.)
