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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.

The one negative that I have to say about My Baby A to Z is that it’s not very long.

By the fourth time of Cara cycling through the video and me being punched in the arm to restart the video, I finally got smart to the “continuous play” option.  [I think my arm is bruised.]

I was concerned that the DVD was going to look homemade and be annoying.  I have my doubts that my two year old could give a flying flip about a DVD looking homemade since she routinely plays with straws and rocks, but it matters to me if I have to watch the thing over and over and over.

When Cara was about a month old, she started crying a lot.

That’s saying something since she cried pretty much all of the time anyway.

From 5pm till around 1am, Cara would scream and cry and fuss and not even a boob in her mouth would calm her down.  We had The Happiest Baby on the Block and swore by the thing.  [Swaddling was our friend.]

Eventually, Cara’s crying and carrying on got to the point where swaddling didn’t help.  Walking didn’t help.  Nursing didn’t help.  NOTHING helped.

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 grew up on a musical diet of The Beatles, Steeley Dan and Fleetwood Mac. Heck, my first concert was James Taylor when I was four. Tucker is as crazy about music as I am and we want to pass that love onto Cara.

While I know that some parents swear by Baby Einstein DVDs, they kind of make me want to gouge out my eyes.

If you feel the same way and are rather depressed over your choices when it comes to music DVDs for your kids, I’ve got a solution for ya: That Baby DVD and CD.

The stereotypical image that most people have of gamers is either a plump and pasty teenage boy surrounded by empty Mountain Dew cans or the image of a plump and pasty middle aged guy who lives with his mom. [I'm not talking about you of course]

Slowly, but surely, this stereotype is being turned on its head.

Not only are chicks now playing games at an increased rate, some of those chicks are Moms. [gasp!]

Heck, I’m one of them.

With the advent of the Wii and the industry’s increased focus on casual gaming, even the most “normal” mom can delve into the world of video games.