I haven’t posted in ages because of various reasons, but an article in the New York Times inspired me. Did you read American Way of Birth, Costliest in the World? Please do, if you haven’t. It’s all about how American births are ridiculously and unnecessarily expensive. I think it’s just another example of how in the US, everything is…
RealGirl’s fourth birthday is coming. It seems that this is the birthday kids start celebrating with their friends and not their families. *sniffle* Already? I thought I had at least until she was 8.
I need toddler* party ideas.
I want a party that is:
Not at my house
I don’t want a…
Last year at about this time, RealGirl was on a Hakuna Matata kick. We listened to that effing song every time we got in the car, and generally repeated it until we reached our destination. You would think that I would’ve been a lot more worry-free for someone listening to Hakuna Matata 39 times a day, but it was…
By guest blogger Ricarda
My significant other and I are profoundly deaf (that’s the official term), but both of our children are hearing. The kids, G and L, use American Sign Language (ASL) to communicate with R and me. My parents are also Deaf* and they live with us. ASL is our primary language at home, and often I speak and…
OK, it’s February 1, but I thought I’d try something different and end the month with a bunch of links to things I found particularly funny, interesting, or amazing in January. Think of it as an entertainment package for your amusement and edification. I didn’t post everything to the RMONJ Facebook page, so read on for new delights….
There was a hilarious article on Deadspin a few months back about baby names (American Baby Names Are Somehow Getting Even Worse). Hilarious because it’s so true. Nowadays it’s like a freakin’ contest of who can give their kid the most gag-worthy name. I think this is confirmed by the recent arrival of a baby named Hashtag….
“Mama? Maaaaaaammmmmmmaaaaaa!” yells P from her bedroom upstairs. I’m downstairs, in the kitchen. “Does this shoe go on this foot?”
“I have no idea, Honey, I can’t see you! Bring your shoes down here.”
And so it goes, day after day. No amount of explaining the curvature of shoes clarifies to P which shoe goes on which foot. She continues to…