Tuesday, 7 April 2015

A Good Laugh...

August 13, 2004

A good laugh...

The comic strip Baby Blues by Rick Kirkman and Jerry Scott is my all-time favorite. I read it religiously every morning, sometimes forcing my husband, who is, ahem, too mature for comic strips, to read it simply because it often mirrors some insane moment in our parenting lives. It's always good for morning cackle, especially when your son is tearing through the house screaming at 6 am.
To find out how the strip came to be, check out article in The Pittsburgh Tribune-Review.

Parenting woes translate into laughs for 'Baby Blues' creators

By William Loeffler
TRIBUNE-REVIEW
Friday, August 13, 2004

Artist Rick Kirkman and writer Jerry Scott were banging their heads against the wall, trying to come up with an idea for a comic strip.
Kirkman eventually realized that the best idea was lying a crib in the next room, screaming her head off.
"Baby Blues" was born not long after Kirkman's baby daughter. The comic strip follows harried parents Darryl and Wanda MacPherson as they try to raise three young children, Zoe, Hamish and 6-month-old Wren. The MacPherson family has moved in this week to the Pittsburgh Tribune-Review comics neighborhood.
"Originally, the strip started when my wife and I had our second child, who was really a huge handful," Kirkman says, when reached by phone in Arizona. "She was very colicky. She didn't even sleep through he night until she was 3 1/2 years old."

They call those babies "mother killers," he says.
"Pretty much the strip evolved as a catharsis kind of thing," Kirkman says. "Jerry and I were trying to come up with an idea for a comic strip. Every time we got together, the conversation degenerated into me spilling my guts about what was going on at home with the baby."
Other parents now spill their guts to Kirkman and Scott, relating baby stories that they think the duo could use as ideas in "Baby Blues." But Kirkman says he and Scott rarely use them.
"Usually those sort of things, you just kind of have to be there," he says. "You have to be in the family and know everyone in the family to know what made it funny. That context doesn't translate to everybody else. If I was in your home and you had something going on with your kid or your baby and we happened to see it, that might spark an idea for a gag. It's the stuff that we see while nobody's paying attention that provides the germ for gags."

Nevertheless, visitors to the "Baby Blues" Web site are encouraged to submit baby pictures and "horror stories from the parenting front."
Kirkman's two children are grown now. But Scott obligingly became a parent himself.
"He'll do anything for a gag," Kirkman says.
Some children come along at the most unexpected times.
Tony Cochran was a respected painter who exhibited in the Columbus Museum of Art in Columbus, Ohio. He also worked in an auto body shop to pay the bills. His goal was to get an exhibition of his paintings in New York.
Then came "Agnes," an inquisitive, somewhat somber 10-year-old girl who lives a penny-pinching existence in a trailer with her grandmother. Wise beyond her years, Agnes dreams of greater things. A carefree childhood this isn't.
We know you'll give Agnes a warm welcome in the Trib.
William Loeffler can be reached at wloeffler@tribweb.com or (412) 320-7986.



Monday, 6 April 2015

A vente boob and tall latte, please..

August 11, 2004

A vente boob and tall latte, please..

So some moms staged a "nurse-in" at a Maryland Starbuck's today because a breastfeeding mom was asked to cover up while nursing her daughter...or do it in the bathroom.
Now, first things first. I support breastfeeding 100%. I nursed my son for 9 months -- at 7 days I was ready to kiss the whole thing goodbye. I'm glad I stuck with it. Do it if you want, don't if it's not for you. End of conversation.
BUT...
Should you choose to breastfeed, for God's sake, cover up in public. Yes, I know, breasts are beautiful. Nursing is just nature's way of feeding our children. And hey, when else in your life will you be a 38GG?
Ladies, I beg of you, show some discretion.
Not everyone needs to see little Madison suckling your bodacious ta-ta's -- especially at your neighborhood Starbucks when they're drinking their morning espresso (men in Italy may dig this but that's another story altogether...).
So what if it makes other people uncomortable, you say, followed by, it's not a big deal. Get over it.
So fine. But I still don't need to see your boobs.

My Little Chef

August 12, 2004

My little chef...

When my son was only a few months old, I would put him in his bouncie chair, prop him on the kitchen table, and make dinner with a running monologue of every step I took. His eyes would widen as I'd chop vegetables. I'd bring over spices for him to smell. It was like a private cooking demonstration.
Now my son is 2 1/2, and he LOVES the kitchen. If he sees me getting ready to cook, he drags a chair over the the counter, asks for his mini-apron, and says "I want to help!" And he does.
He's learned every spice in the spice drawer and when I ask for one by name, he can pick it out and bring it to me. He knows all his cooking utensils and appliances. And he most assuredly knows better then to touch a hot stove or plugged in chopping tool. He makes a mean PB&J, and always makes me crack up when he asks for a "chai latte."
As a parent it's always amazing to see your child's mind develop, which brings a new understanding of how quickly they learn and desperately they want to learn.
So let them.
The kitchen is a great place to start. They can practice recognizing numbers and letters, count, learn about fruits, vegetables and nutrition. It's also a great place to reinforce listening skills when giving your kids instructions. But the best part is spending time together creating and showing your kids how their efforts paid off with an amazing result, whether it's mac & cheese, chocolate pudding or homemade pizza. The proud smile on their face is reason alone.

Can a husband and wife be friends?

According to Six, apparently not.
Overheard on the car ride home from San Francisco yesterday after a nonsensical discussion where Q. says," Who is Six? Who is Daddy? Who is Mommy?" After the latter, the husband replied, "She's my wife. She's my best friend."
Six: "No, Dad, Mommy can't be your best friend. You're not friends."
Hubs: "Sure we are. Did you know that we've been best friends for a really long time and we decided that we were such best friends that we wanted to be together forever."
SIx: "But Dad, No. Because you can't be best friends if you are living in the same house. You can be friends before you get married, but not after you get married. It's like this. If I have a friend that's a girl and we get married, then we can't be friends anymore."
Me: "Six, we all live in the same house. We're all friends, right?"
Six: "No Mommy. You're not my friend. You're my Mom."
His analysis made me giggle in that mom way, probably because I was still smiling over my husband telling Six about how we were best friends.