My baby was no longer just a little lump of clay, incapable of storing memories for her future tell-all memoirs. Have fun weaning!Īnd my new-mom friends weren’t of any help, because when I told them I was thinking of quitting breast-feeding they were like, Did you read that study on Bab圜enter? No? Let me e-mail it to you!Īs my daughter got older, I’m ashamed to say I became even more neurotic, because I realized I had a child. When I wanted to stop breast-feeding I made the mistake of Googling it and came across this from Bab圜enter: One large study by the National Institute of Environmental Health Sciences showed that children who are breastfed have a twenty percent lower risk of dying between the ages of 28 days and one year than children who weren’t breastfed. I read way too much about parenting that first year because I had important decisions to make: If I don’t breast-feed, will my baby’s future be limited to folding T-shirts at Old Navy for a living? If I let her cry it out, will she not be able to make attachments and grow up to be a sociopath? Okay, I may have been a little paranoid. But hold on, I’m making it sound better than it is. ![]() It was sort of like being a contestant on Survivor, except add in bleeding nipples and instead of a million-dollar prize substitute a drained bank account. That first year I felt like I’d been dropped on a desert island with a naked stranger who was constantly hungry and crying for no discernible reason. It’s difficult enough to digest all the information, let alone to distill it into practice. Should I force my kids to play the violin until their fingers bleed while yelling at them in Mandarin and Cantonese, à la the Tiger Mom? Or, as per the French, should I be raising my kids on three buttered croissants a day while smoking, drinking red wine, and having a ménage à trois? Obviously I’m kidding croissants are super fattening. There are more experts, books, and parenting philosophies than you can shake a positive EPT stick at, and a lot of them have differing views. Although there are plenty of people who claim otherwise. The main complaint I have about parenting (and if you’ve read my other books you’ll know my list of complaints is long) is that there is no one perfect way to do it. She’ll debunk some of the looniest parenting myths and reinforce others she’ll describe how, through as simple a process as good old trial-and-error, she’s learned to pick and choose what works for her and her family, and tune out the rest.įilled with sage advice, laugh-out-loud stories, and Stefanie’s signature wit, Gummi Bears Should Not Be Organic is sure to appeal to any and every renegade mom who’s forged her own path to childrearing. In this latest mommy book from the popular blogger, author, and TV personality, Stefanie will share her secrets for achieving a balance in motherhood between being protective and caring, and downright bats**t crazy. The mother of three young girls, Stefanie has finally decided to hell with Google-she’s going to find out how to be a mom all on her own. ![]() Tiger Mom or Cool Mom? Organic or vegan? “TV is the devil” or “TV is a godsend”? ![]() Stefanie Wilder-Taylor is officially fed up with the endless mommy fads, trends, studies, findings, and facts about how to raise children. From the popular mommy blogger and seasoned author of Sippy Cups Are Not for Chardonnay and Naptime Is the New Happy Hour comes this hilarious book of honest, no-holds-barred musings on motherhood.
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