More on Rody later. For now, watch Carmen and David get acquainted with their Rody yesterday. He’s our new best friend. My biggest regret? I didn’t meet Rody earlier.
In the above clip: David is saying the horse can eat hay, and oat groats, our name for the crunchy feed the horses at the [...]

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But not in the musical way; we’re still fiddling with the blog whenever we get our little bits of free time and pretend to overlook the mess in the kitchen. Expect a few more changes here and there, especially if you look through the archives.
While I’ve got your attention, please listen or watch this [...]

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Do you know Carmen likes Stravinsky? Petruschka, The Rite of Spring, all that big stuff.  It’s different but not totally out of reach, and she digs it. I thought, growing up surrounded by primarily Western, tonal music, that she would have a hard time digesting something like Stravinsky’s atonal wildness.  Instead she just [...]

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Is it really fair–and even honest–for infant formula companies to label their products as “closest to breastmilk” when there’s no such thing? Read this article from this week’s Guardian, and give the issue a think.
Oh, on the same subject (milk!), a point made in the Philadelphia Inquirer about breastfeeding, and those cute little (very, very [...]

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I really like how now the American public can rely on the good ol’ television set to teach their children everything they need to know. Now, in addition to the squeaky CTW franchises and the sugar-coated cartoons on Nickelodeon, we have a channel specifically geared to babies called BabyFirstTV. With 24/7 programming that [...]

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Life BB (Before Babies) was in a lot of ways very different.
For instance, we could leave the house on a moment’s notice. We could stay up past bedtime on a school night (well, I could, Matt couldn’t). We didn’t need to plan our day around an afternoon nap. We didn’t need to [...]

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Cosleeping with a babe makes news . . .but what about two? And when is somebody going to make something bigger than a king size? They can call it Gigundo Size. We need it. With Carmen’s sideways sleeping, David’s flopping, and me between the two, there’s not much room left for [...]

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