Pacifiers, humidifiers, rocking horses, strollers, car seats, washcloths, teddy bears, rectal thermometers—everything is subject to the infernal conflict of blue versus pink.
Enter the “smart mirror,” a breakthrough new technology coming to a high-end department store near you.
For quite some time after the birth of a child, most of us cannot hold our liquor.
So here, to assuage the fears of nervous first-time and aspiring parents, is a little tutorial on a basic, quotidian aspect of toddler care: bathtime.
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.