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When PBN first sent me Amazing Baby and read that the author was Desmond Morris, I kept saying Desmond Morris’s name over and over because it sounded so familiar to me.

After a bit of thinking, I realized that Morris is the guy who wrote The Naked Ape - a book my grandpa told me to read back in high school. [A bit dry but interesting nonetheless.]

Read the rest here.

When I found out that my first child was a girl, I was relieved.

Boys have higher rates of autism; we dodged that bullet.

I had an overconfident self assurance that Cara was safe from this horrible, incurable disease.

Thankfully, Caroline is six days away from her second birthday and she shows no signs of autism.

When I found out that my second child was a boy, I freaked.

Boys have higher rates of autism; we’re screwed.

Just like pretty much every other parent in the civilized world, I’ve watched celebrities expound the horrors of vaccines and their purported links to autism.

The only thing I don’t like about this book is the cover…and the copious talk of masturbating in bathrooms.

The end.

OK.  That’s not really all of the review.

Parent Bloggers sent me Maybe Baby: An Infertile Love Story which is written by Mathew M. F. Miller who writes Maybe Baby - the blog.

The book chronicles Matthew and his wife’s journey toward a baby and the annoying roadblock of infertility.

Quick note: if you have issues with the mental picture of a bald guy “giving a sperm sample” in a hospital bathroom then this is definitely not the book for you.  [Just thought that you'd like to know.]

It’s cleaning time, kiddos. Kind of like “business time“, but not…that would really be a completely different type of post.

Mom’s supposed to be here tomorrow or Sunday. [I can’t really remember] I know that she’s leaving for here early Saturday morning. I also know that the state of the apartment ain’t gonna cut it.

Normally, I would have gone through my archives and found all of the times that I had referenced the apartment being a mess. Then, I would have linked “apartment ain’t gonna cut it” with five different posts. [A link per word…I have full faith that I have that many]

I love, love, love this book!

How’s that for honest?

Written by a former beauty editor and fellow blogger who was “outed” by The New York Post, Beauty Confidential is like The Devil Wears Prada meets Glamour and Allure.

I found myself making notes in the margins and writing down products to research.

The price guides at the end of each chapter are heavenly and completely appreciated. [That blush that I have to have isn’t going to actually bankrupt me…but the perfume will.]

Almost every beauty topic that you can think of is included in this book.