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I guess the mom was screening for head size and not total body length. She’s lucky she didn’t have a five foot long baby though, with this history.
CHIFENG, China, Nov. 19 (UPI) — The world’s tallest man, who hails from China’s Inner Mongolia autonomous region, said he has become the world’s tallest dad at the age of 58.
Bao Xishun, who stands at 7 feet and 9 inches tall, said his newborn son, Tianyou, was born at an average 22-inch height, The Sun reported Wednesday.
Is Motherhood sacred? Is Demi Moore a mother? Is Demi Moore sacred? Are breasts sacred? Is “The Office” sacred? These are all questions being debated with the recent issue of Pregnancy (November 2008) which celebrates Melora Hardin (Jan in The Office) and her pregnancy. We’ll all have to keep guessing whose hands those are over her soon-to-be nursing boobies (Michael’s?), or whether this is just a good photoshop effort. 
This has nothing to do with babies, dads, or parenting, but is hilarious.
You have to watch this video that pokes fun at the questionable value of outlawing phones in the car, while still allowing us to use our cars for every other activity. If you’re reading this on your iphone, pull over and watch, with the car in park.
This is amusing, but also makes me think of other funny videos we’ve laughed at with our kids. I’ll post more.
This video is meant to be viral – watch until the end for the serious message about the disappearance of bees. Scientists now think they have figured out the mystery, but do not know how to solve it.
The link at the end takes you to a Haagen Daz site, so important message on bees with a commercial sting if you act.
A tip of the hat to MEGO.com for finding this one.
Anyone who has ever been to Disneyland and climbed the Swiss Family Robinson treehouse (now recast as Tarzan’s home), imagines how cool it would be to have a real treehouse sanctuary. For kids, you can probably increase that by a factor of 2 to 3. I don’t know why treehouses have that special allure. Is it just because it’s having a place of your own, being taller than your surroundings, getting away from home and chores. Whatever it is, I was envious of this guy’s kids, and in awe of how much work he put into creating this treehouse for them, at one point even planning on running water to add to the full code-friendly electric. He says he “doesn’t have any idea how much it all cost” and doesn’t want to know. His wife looks a little suspicious of how far he would have carried this if she hadn’t stepped in.
Rarely do I agree with David Frum, of the National Review, but his Saturday column had me nodding in agreement.
Frum, in this column, examines what goes on in countless homes when the family, minus dad, goes on a vacation, if only for a few days. While some dads, take this opportunity to veer off into uncharted territory, the vast majority of us wallow deeper into the rut we likely already enjoy. In his case, it’s more time at the gym and night after night of rotisserie chicken. When my family goes away, it’s pizza and beer for dinner and a movie, or two, every day. The pizza is always the same, as is the popcorn, though, luckily, I do change up the movie for a little variety. As Frum notes,
You know the saying: “Moderation in all things, including moderation”? My variant: “Variety is the spice of life — and of the most flavorful of those varieties is repetition.”
Frum enjoys being able to be himself at least for a few days, which involves listening to audio books non-stop without being ridiculed by his teenage son.
It’s pointless to be ashamed of the natural man tendency toward habit and routine. We don’t need to move the couch around the living room every six months, or renovate the kitchen. Almost all things are better left alone and in their place. Consistency just gives us more time to do the things we like to do, which usually doesn’t involve long afternoons in furniture showrooms. You can’t say women are more aggressive or pushy; they just often push hard on the stuff they want, much of which might seem irrational to us.
Frum ends his observations with this gem:
A rewrite of a slogan often seen on kids’ sweatshirts aptly sums up the relationship between the male animal and his spouse: She’s not bossy. She just has better ideas.
File this under: “What will they think of next, and why can’t I think of goofy ideas like this to make a few bucks? ManBabies.com does a mashup of your baby’s head and yours to create an arresting combination. It’s too bad you can’t upload your own photos and instantly make a “man-baby,” but you have to “submit your photos” via email and wait/hope to be chosen. Stlll, the site is worth a quick gander just to see some funny looking dasd and their kids. In some cases, the dad head (or expression) goes better with the baby or child body. In some cases, the result is simply grotesque.
More photos at ManBabies.com
Then you’ll have to read this funny “Modern Love” column in the New York Times.
More than a few of us have seen these ads in back of Esquire, Men’s Health, or Rolling Stone for a sex chair. The ads feature romp-some couples looking lasciviously over odd-shaped furniture destined, seemingly, for only one purpose. The mind reels. One doesn’t recall the availability or promiscuity of that type of furniture before marriage and kids.
Perhaps, as Lori Jakiela writes in this “Modern Love” column, the purchase of such a chair can bring excitement into the sex life of middle-age parents. LIke many such addled schemes, the idea comes after a few cocktails:
THE night we ordered the sex chair, we’d been drinking. Not a lot, but enough to make a sex chair seem like an investment, like junk bonds or an I.R.A.
This is an astonishing, and funny read, if only for the insights into other peoples’ parental lives as they struggle to do what all of us do: shoehorn in moments of intimacy (sexual or otherwise) between bathing, feeding, and getting them to stay put in their little beds.
Geoff Wiliams, in a recent Parents magazine spells out the problems of sex after babies:
Not that I want to air our dirty laundry…. but my wife and I have gone weeks without doing the deed. Okay, if you must know, months. Many, many…
It’s preferable to quote Geoff since no one one wants to talk about this dirty (or not-dirty) little secret of married life. Despite all that you see on TV and read in books, very few people are leading the wild lives they lived, or wished they had lived, pre-kids.
My wife used to tell me about how her friends, who were married with young children, weren’t doing it. We would laugh heartily and be glad we weren’t them. Now, we are them. And I’m sure they’re laughing at us.
It might be about fatigue from work or from cleaning, wiping, and feeding, but even sex-wild couples find themselves falling asleep in the run-up to sex after babies.
That’s why smart sex-starved dads know there is no such thing as “let me just lie down with the kids a few minutes,” or “after we watch this one show,” or “just let me finish this one chapter in my book.” The moment is now… not that there’s really anything you can do about it. We’re just saying don’t be surprised if the phenomonon happens over and over again. As Geoff says:
I used to think people who had sex in unusual locations — on dining room tables and in airplane bathrooms — were thrill-seekers. Those couples are actually desperate, sleep-deprived parents… They know that if they try to do it anywhere near the bedroom, they’ll fall asleep.
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