For many, mealtime is an endless battle. So the last thing we need is judgment from outsiders, let alone blatant admonishment for the choices we make in feeding our kids.
I knew I was in one of those bizarre mother situations where I had to tread lightly.
Last week, the Los Angeles Times reported on a study that found that among kindergarteners, those who spent at least an hour a day watching television were 52% more likely to be overweight, and 72% more likely to be obese.
Last week, my daughter turned two. It was exciting for her and everything, but I think we can all agree this is mostly about me.
A new report in The American Journal of Public Health has found that the female binge drinking rate has increased significantly over the past ten years.
I’ve long been mocked in my family for “claiming” that I’m being “eaten alive in the manner of a horror movie” after mere minutes in the backyard, when everyone else is completely fine. And now, I have my comeuppance.
A team of doctors has published an impassioned op-ed in the British Journal of Sports Medicine, asserting that only diet—not exercise—can combat obesity and weight-related diseases.
I know I beat this drum fairly often and with relative hysteria, but THE WORLD IS GOING TO HELL IN A HAND BASKET.
So it rains, and then it stops, and you have a great idea: you will introduce your toddler to the joy that is splashing in mud puddles.
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Parents do stupid things all the time, and I try not to judge (mostly). But there’s a pretty visible line between hapless dope and dangerous idiot, and a shocking number of people cross it.
On any given day, I am engaged in a number of small-scale wars.
It’s not that I’m a luddite. I love technology, mostly. And, like every other kid, I’ve enjoyed dreaming about a future filled with jet packs and flying cars. But certain things about the future in which we’re living just give me the willies.
According to a new study in the journal Parenting, online sites that help parents buy and sell breastmilk are proliferating and they aren’t always on the up and up.
Last week, I accidentally broke my kid. Here’s what happened: she got sick. Nothing scary or life-threatening. Just plain old, little kid sick.