Feb 13, 2015

Anti-Vaxxers, Can We Talk About the Scientific Facts?

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My father-in-law, an 81-year-old, is getting a measles vaccine booster. Even though he lives in a small, isolated town, he worries that he might come into contact with an unvaccinated child carrying the disease. And he remembers, from growing up during the Depression era, the toll that measles can take, especially on the very young and elderly.

His concern shows how great fears have gotten about the current measles outbreak in America.

On Monday, the Centers for Disease Control reported that there have been 121 documented cases of the measles in 17 states, 85% coming from the outbreak in California at Disneyland. As Forbes points out, that’s more cases than in the entire year of 2012, and it’s only February. The Mumps are back too. The diseases have returned because of a small yet passionate movement against vaccines, which has almost 2% of American parents opting out of immunizing their children for philosophic or religious reasons.

The truth is, the anti-vaxxing movement is based on lies. In 1998, Dr. Andrew Wakefield published a report linking vaccinations with autism in the medical journal The Lancet. He did not have statistics to support his findings, nor did he design a control group for his study; instead he drew his conclusions from anecdotes. He also collected almost $700,000 from lawyers who would benefit from suing vaccine makers. Not surprisingly, his findings were wrong.

In 2004, The Lancet apologized for Wakefield’s report. In no uncertain terms the journal said he “falsified facts” and “picked and chose data” to suit his case. But it was too late, the damage was done.

Jenny McCarthy, whose son Evan developed autism early in life, but who has no medical training whatsoever, began a public war against vaccines in the early aughts. Today, one in four parents think some vaccines cause autism in healthy children. There is even a children’s book — Melanie’s Marvelous Measles — whose author says she wrote it to “educate children on the benefits of having measles and how you can heal from them naturally and successfully.”

Well, to be clear: for every 1,000 children who contract the measles, two will not heal, they will die. The measles virus causes a nasty rash, fever, cough, runny nose, and red eyes. Pregnant women who come down with the measles are at risk for premature birth and low-weight babies. The virus spreads easily via the air, and people are most contagious before they even realize they’re infected.

Between 1999 and 2012, a host of studies in different countries that examined almost 15 million children found no link between autism and vaccinations. And yet still the myth persists! Even big-name politicians are propagating it, with Rand Paul and Chris Christie giving credence to anti-vaxxers fears. These are also politicians who deny climate change, despite the fact that the scientific community on the whole states climate change is happening and that human beings have played a large part in it. There is a strong anti-scientific strain in our culture, a misplaced belief in making decisions based on “our guts” as opposed to what our eyes see. No matter your politics, there is a cowboy, macho American appeal to saying, “I’m going with my gut on this one!” And yet, in many cases, such as anti-vaxxing and climate change denying, our emotions are based on beliefs, and beliefs are not facts.

As Michelle Horton points out here on Babble, the fine points are often lost in the vitriol. Like her, my wife and I chose a pediatrician who spaced out my son’s vaccines, because that seemed a healthier decision to us than loading him up with a lot of drugs all at once. I certainly don’t like getting pumped full of medications! We did not, however, skip any of his vaccines. Not only because we care about his health, but because that is the civic-minded thing to do. An unvaccinated child puts others at risk, even adults, whose immunity may have weakened over the course of their life. This was eloquently described on NPR by Marin County father Carl Krawitt, whose son, Rhett, is recovering from leukemia and has a weakened immune system due to chemotherapy treatments. Other parents at his son’s school were angry when Krawitt asked them to immunize their children in order to protect his son. Yet it’s hard to imagine them acting the same if his son had a severe peanut allergy and he asked them to not bring peanut butter cupcakes in for the class.

Seth Mnookin, author of The Panic Virus, told DAME Magazine that part of this problem stems from people not having seen these illnesses and what they can do to kids. They “seem kind of notional,” he said, and so we can magically think that they won’t affect our kids, or if they do, they probably won’t be so bad.

Mnookin has spoken with parents who have lost children to vaccine-preventable diseases, and they would do anything to have their children back. Think of those parents, and the many countless others over the course of human history who have lost kids to diseases that we can now prevent. Can you imagine them turning their nose to vaccines? Think even of my father-in-law, shocked that a disease which caused widespread fear during his childhood and then seemed eradicated, is now back in the national spotlight. That frightens him, and me, as it should any parent.

We need to protect the weakest members in our society — the little kids, the elderly, the pregnant mothers. We need to stop talking about the myths driving the anti-vaxing movement, and start talking about the science that disproves them. We all have choices, yes. But like drunk driving, to choose not to vaccinate your kid doesn’t just endanger your child, it endangers other people’s children too, and that’s not right.

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How Bruce Jenner Is Helping Transgendered Kids Everywhere

There have been some very public giggles (like this one) about the right-before-our-eyes public transformation of Olympic medalist and reality TV dad Bruce Jenner. While Jenner himself has yet to shout from the rooftops that he’s transitioning into a woman, his growing breasts, French manicures, and longer locks seem to be in line with major changes, not to mention rumors that he’s filming an E! docuseries about his journey and may sit down for a tell-all interview with Diane Sawyer.

Fortunately plenty have heaped praise on Jenner too, including his mother, because a Hollywood star coming out so publicly will hopefully give comfort and company to those with fewer resources and support systems who might also be struggling with their identities. And Jenner has some headline-making buddies as he paves a path of change and understanding.

The University of Vermont made news recently by announcing it will now give students the opportunity to choose the pronoun by which they would like others to identify them. The New York Times recently profiled a student there, “Rocko,” who wants to be referred to as “they.” The school isn’t getting caught up in the legalities of the proper nouns and pronouns. New pronouns and first names are simply being entered into school records and a campus-wide system as requested by students so that faculty and others may properly identify them.

UVM isn’t the only college campus widening the acceptance net either. Administrators at the Graduate Center at the City University of New York (CCNY) determined last month that salutations including “Mr.” and “Ms.” will no longer be used to address students because they said Title IX, which protects students from gender discrimination in academic and sports, dictates it could go against a speech code policy.

The shifts on these campuses may be small since there are so few people who will be affected by the change, although they’re not imperceptible, especially as they apply to the emotional health of those who feel at odds with the gender with which they have always been categorized. Yahoo Health writes that by using “they” and abolishing formal gender salutations, some people feel freed “from the pain that being called the wrong pronoun can cause” — all of which is “essential to ensuring the health and well-being of students, regardless of gender identification.” The suicide of an Ohio transgender teen in January should be a wake-up call to everyone who thinks in black-and-white terms that they’re not only color blind, but dangerously insensitive.

Maybe it’s not Jenner’s intention to be the poster-person for the transgender community, although by not running away and even potentially stepping forward, he, like UVM and CCNY, is still helping advance the conversation so that more people have the opportunity to take some comfort in knowing they’re not alone. Still, it’s not entirely unusual for celebrities and forward-thinking higher-learning institutions to speak out and up. The three of them together hardly means everyone will immediately accept the idea that more than two genders or sexes can exist, or that there is or can be a gray area. To that point, if the comments on Yahoo Health’s story are any indication, the paradigm shift will be hard for plenty of people to embrace or even just accept from a distance:

I can’t even. I really can’t. Listen folks … gender identification issues (and same-sex attraction) are real. But it’s not something we should be running out and embracing. We don’t embrace other biological faults and screw-ups, we seek remedies to mitigate symptoms, prevent such flaws, or fix present ones. So why the heck are we pandering to this? If you are gender confused, I am sorry for you. Truly, I am. Instead of focusing our time, attention, and funding for acceptance of these biological flaws … let’s focus our time, attention, and funding on finding ways of fixing biology’s mistakes.

Transgenders make up about 1% of the population, if that. So why exactly are we completely re-writing our social system for less then 1% of the population? I support Transgenders and Homosexuals. I think they should have rights, just like the rest of us. If it makes this boy happy to be a girl, I don’t care. But I don’t expect the boy/girl to be allowed to change the structure of our social system to suit him/her. You may correct people, ask them to address you however you like. But don’t expect them to make a blanket policy just for you. Everyone has to compromise sometimes, because the world was not constructed just for you.

“Students who take it as a given that they will be called by their professors, peers, and other school employees by the pronoun that correctly reflects how they self-identify their respective gender.” There’s the problem. People the pronoun that reflects how they see others, not the pronoun “that correctly reflects how they self-identify their respective gender.” Sorry, but I’m not going along with this nonsense.

Not understanding or agreeing with something though, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist or isn’t someone else’s reality — or that it simply isn’t OK. Those of us not struggling with or questioning our gender, sexuality, or degree of queerness still have a responsibility to be respectful and sensitive to those who are. Period.

Small changes in how we address people — even if there’s only a few of them — and allowing others to step into the shoes that make them feel most comfortable without judgment are critical moves. What makes a man and a woman isn’t necessarily as simple as a few chromosomes; this has always been true, although what’s changed is those who fall into an “other” category don’t need to keep feeling like aliens now. “Different” and “worse” are hardly the same thing.

Boulder activist Ash Beckham once said: “Say what you mean and mean what you say because the words that you choose matter.” And while the words you choose might not matter to you, there is likely someone else for whom those words could be the difference between life and death.

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Feb 12, 2015

Falling in Love With a Toddler (All Over Again)

me-h-624x468Henry takes the orange and palms it for a moment or two, his eyes meeting mine and locking. I don’t know if it’s a three-going-on-four thing or what, but lately I’ve been noticing that Henry doesn’t really look away all that much. He meets my eyes and holds them. It’s unnerving in a charming kind of way. It’s almost as if he’s challenging me to be honest with him.

“You see this orange?,” his eyes are saying? “Well, Daddy, I’m getting ready to stuff it down the legs of my footie pajamas along with the apple and the five stuffed animals I have down in there.”

At some fairly recent point with Henry, as the wires up in his head all began to heat up with the notions and thoughts of a little boy who is beginning to recognize life for what it is, (a stage upon which to live), I began to recognize that my son is one hell of a person. Not just one hell of a kid, but he’s actually one hell of a human being, period.

Isn’t that a cool thing to start to feel and believe about you own child? And yeah, of course everyone feels that way about their sons or daughters, but that’s pretty much my point, you see? Every parent who gets it — we all hang in there through the slobbering/dirty diaper years with tons of love in our heart, always telling ourselves that we shouldn’t ever stop digging these infant days or these first crawling around days because each stage of a kid’s life has to be magical and treasured by us. Otherwise, what? We’re shi**y parents? We’re not nourishing enough? We’re selfish bastards who only wanted kids we could fast forward to the good parts? I don’t know what it is.

I only know this much: Henry turns four here in a few weeks. And right now, right this second, exactly where he is in time, this kid/this moment/this fleeting pin dot in the grand scheme of history and future, it’s about as incredible and unfathomably-wonderful as any moment I have ever known. The same thing happened with my six-year-old-daughter a couple years ago.

And I can’t seem to wrap my head around it, around any of it, as much as I want to. Or need to. I’m falling wildly in love with my boy, all over again, but in new ways. Even unexpected ones. What the hell do we call that? Is there a name for it?

There ought to be.

There ought to be a name for that time when a newly-divorced dad of 43-years-old begins to stare up at the skyscraper looming over him. Because I’m here now, neck tilted back, standing on the sidewalk of my life, my eyes rolling up the endless expanse of steel and glass and glisten and shadow rising up out of the Earth and it’s making me scared.

I don’t know how to love a kid this much. I don’t know how to do this all over again and fall in love with a walking talking free-thinking spirit animal who is addicted to OJ and evening Popsicles and still needs a pull-up at night because he’s addicted to OJ and that’s my fault and I don’t give a sh*t.

I don’t know how to love this kid with everything I’ve got.

Do I?

I’m asking you, seriously.

Do I?

At night in my bed, it’s me and Violet, my little girl, and Henry. And Charlie over in his crib. Henry sleeps last usually. The other two feel their weary bones talking to them and they call it a day; Charlie gets his bottle and he’s toast; Violet walks away from the cartoon she was watching and surrenders to the blankets that I’ve piled up on the bed.

Henry wants nothing to do with any of that crap. Henry will fight sleep off with a five-foot broad sword made out of the hardest steel imaginable. It’s called desire. And he’s pretty much made of the stuff. His desire to remain alert and alive, to participate and witness whatever is coming down the pike next in our tiny corner of this conscious world is something I’ve only just started to understand.

I tuck kids in, I kiss three cheeks, I head downstairs. I try and exercise on the ratty fake Persian rug down in my living room, some music on my laptop, the TV on Guy Fieri with the sound muted.

It’s my thing. It’s my little attempt to free myself from the world that keeps sucking me back into it’s pain-in-the-ass vortex. Long days don’t allow for long nights. Not anymore, anyway; not for me at this point. I want to listen to some Cure, do some push-ups, squats, some ab stuff, and lose myself in an hour or two of something that makes me feel good that isn’t booze or dope or whatever, you know?

I listen to the first song start. I do some stretches.

THUMP.

THUMP.

THUMP.

I keep doing my push-ups but I know what’s happening. My moment is gone. The sanctity of my pipe dream is nothing but a stack of horse crap to Henry.

THUMP.

THUMP.

He’s sliding his tiny butt down the cold stairs. I know it. And he knows I know it. We’ve battled about this. I’ve carried him up over and over again a thousand times or more.

THUMP.

But I don’t care anymore. Henry, I’m figuring out, isn’t just some kid I’m supposed to take care of and discipline and set up for his life of systematic cooperation with society and The Man.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

(Door creaks open/I keep doing push-ups).

“Daaaaad?” He talks to me in the middle of push-ups as if I’m not doing push-ups at all but sitting there drinking a milkshake and waiting for him. I don’t answer.

“Daaaaad, I just came down here cuz I’m a wittle bit scarewed

He’s not scared. He says the same thing every night. He just wants to be down here in the middle of life and not upstairs in the middle of nothing. I smile but I don’t let him see it. Even his voice, his lisp and his tone, it all kills me with grenades of joy. His brown eyes and his bowl cut are staring at me and I can feel the heat of his uncertainty drilling into my skull.

I kick back to my knees and my eyes seek him out and there he is, waiting. He doesn’t look away. He stares deep deep deep into the guts of my eyeball. I see the tiny smile flick across his face. He’s trying to hold it back until he’s absolutely certain.

“Hey man,” I tell him. “You need to be in bed.”

The smile can’t hold itself back anymore and it shreds the damn of his beautiful mug and spills a trillion gallons of everything I care about all over that damn downstairs. Whatever. Who am I to fight with spirits I can’t even see?

“You want some OJ?”

Some people swear that you should never be buddies with your kids. They say it’ll mess everything up. But you wanna know something, man? I think those people are really wrong about that. Because the only thing it really messes up is your push-ups. Remember that, okay?

Seriously.

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Feb 11, 2015

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Should Valentine's Day Be Banned in Schools?

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With Valentine’s Day approaching, there’s a lot of talk surrounding the legitimacy (and necessity) of the holiday. Last February, World Mic reported that Malaysia, Iran, Russia, Saudi Arabia, Indonesia and even select schools in Florida had all banned celebrating the day. I’ve also heard of new rules being implemented in some Canadian and American schools revolving around what kind of Valentines (if any) can be handed out in classrooms — led by a “no hugging” policy.

While I don’t necessarily need one consumer-driven day telling me how to celebrate my loved ones, I’m not losing any sleep over it either. Mounds of cinnamon and chalky candy hearts aside, the message that my kids will truly understand about Valentine’s Day will come from home, regardless of what they do at school. It’s advertising and the media surrounding the day that makes my job a little more difficult; it’s what makes it hard to teach them that the day is about love, not buying stuff. It’s my mission to teach them that it’s more about the love and kindness we exhibit and feel in the everyday but also that it’s quite alright to go the extra mile every now and then. I want them to experience the giving and receiving of gifts from the heart (especially handmade) and appreciate thoughtful gestures of romance need not be a lost art. To me, that’s the easy part. The tough part? Well, that will be teaching them that love comes and goes. It can can hurt like hell and is as fickle as the weather. It is for those who need it most, those less fortunate than us, and those who are misunderstood and/or forgotten. But most especially: they should always have love for themselves.

This, however, is not how everyone sees February 14th. I posed the question to Facebook, to some interesting (and varied) responses, and here’s what I found out …

Those who were in favor of Valentine’s Day …

“Who says there is one perfect way to celebrate anything? Many holidays have evolved beyond recognition from their initial origins, incorporating new customs depending on the cultural, social, or spiritual influences of the time. There will always be people who allow society [and the] media to dictate their response, or trigger their spending, instead of initiating acts of kindness from the heart. I agree that love and generosity should be spontaneous, and not confined to a handful of holidays throughout the year. Not everybody does; not everybody gets it, and that’s not going to change, either. Each family must decide for themselves how much they buy into commercialism (pun intended!) and what kind of example they set for their kids. I also think that a lot of adults have forgotten what it’s like to be a kid. Kids aren’t concerned with the origins of tradition. They don’t understand “falling in love” as such. They are impulsive and love gifts (giving and receiving) and simply want to participate in a positive experience their class is sharing as a group. It’s fine (and justified) to say that there are negative connotations associated with Valentine’s Day, or any holiday, but should it follow with a ban on celebrating? With NO efforts made, no exchanges, no gestures? That this is somehow better? There is already a “No Hugging” policy at my son’s school. How is it an improvement to also ban messages of friendship and love?” — Dana Ruprecht

“I grew up a religious, racial, and economic outsider. We lived in the ghetto, someone once shot through my bedroom wall while I was playing. My parents saved all their money to send me to a private school in the middle of nowhere. I had one friend. She had a health issue and was not often at school. I felt very alone. I loved Valentine’s Day. It was the day everyone remembered me. They had to select a card for me. They had to look me in my face and give me a gift. I felt non-invisible for a few moments to the people who were all very visible to me. My mother scraped [together money] for my cards, I loved the opportunity to be on equal footing. I loved that there was something I could do that the others also were doing. For one day, I was completely included, even if in name only. I kept my cards until I was in high school. I understood that these kids would not have placed my name down unless they had been forced [to] but it was a mandatory moment where everyone had to practice thinking of everyone else. That’s a good practice. It’s valuable to teach our children to value the people they don’t. To look at those they overlook. Years later, my own children entered school and into the mandatory Valentine-giving tradition. My son was excited at the chance to give his classmates something. He loves to give gifts. He gave with a loving heart. He felt joy. Banning V-day does nothing. Growing our society intentionally into people who remember to include others has great value. There’s some little kid who loves the gifts and [it] goes a little in the way of restoring their faith in life. Come up with creative solutions for everything else … we are raising our children one by one.” — Melanie Stormm

Those were against Valentine’s Day …

“I feel like it needs to be clarified. It, like most of our other traditions around the year, has contradictory meaning or significance. Rituals can hold more than one story. As far as I understand it, this day’s origin goes back to fertility festivals when boys and girls picked names from a bowl to find a mate for the festival. It had nothing to do with giving cards to friends and crushes and making some kids feel left out. Valentine’s cards should be left for “new love,” not a group event.” — Sean Cotton

“At the risk of offending, I think Valentine’s Day is ridiculous — it’s really just a commercial industry. However, I don’t think it’s the school’s place to determine what customs [and] rituals people and their children practice; that’s up to the parents. There are so many ways we can teach kids to embrace giving love and sharing. I think that there are so many negative messages in the way Valentine’s Day is celebrated and practiced that they far outweigh the positive ones. I’m sure some parents do a good job of making it somewhat meaningful and positive but essentially, IMHO, even those parents are setting their kids up to have a positive association with Valentine’s Day and to have certain expectations of that day. We should be teaching our kids to express love in ways that really matter and really make a difference, everyday. For example, buying a bunch of cards and filling them out for every kid in the class, does not really do anything, especially if everybody does that at the same time.” — Essae Joseph

Me? I kind of fancy there being a special day, designated for going all out. It’s a reminder (to me at least), to make love a part of our everyday. The rituals of love are vast and the options in which to display it, show it, honor it, respect it, and reciprocate it are endless. After all, in the words of the wise and incomparable Kinnie Starr, “Love is a VERB. Use it.”

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Feb 10, 2015

A Note to Moms: Dads Do Things Differently, Not Incorrectly

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When I checked for a recent flight home with my family, I could only get four seats across; three in a row, and then one across the aisle. Usually we sit two in one row, and two in the row behind, each parent sitting with their favorite child. Not this time, and there was no doubt who would be sitting with the kids and who would be sitting across the aisle.

I’m a dad, and while I love my kids, and am perfectly capable of taking care of them on my own (I’ve flown with boys by myself numerous times), when it comes to the pecking order of parenting, mom sits with the kids, and dad is across the aisle.

The reason is simple: women are more high maintenance when it comes to parenting. They are more particular, more ideological, more high strung. It’s not that dads do anything wrong, we just do it differently and sometimes that’s too much for a mom to take. So we sit across the aisle, and watch from the sidelines as our wives console kids with sore ears, fix their snacks, and sort out in flight entertainment.

Doyin Richards is known online as Daddy Doin Work. (You might remember him from the photo of a dad doing his daughters’ hair that went viral last year). His book, Daddy Doin Work: Empowering Mothers to Evolve Fatherhood, tackles this notion of dads not measuring up and moms not letting go head on.

“A lot of women are very well meaning, but there are cases where they tend to micromanage and the result isn’t good for anyone,” he told the Globe and Mail. “You know, like dad is giving his daughter a bath and he washes her hair last instead of first, the way that mom does it. And she’s there saying, ‘Why are you doing it that way? Don’t do it that way!’ Of course the guy is going to feel demotivated and then he just says screw it, and the woman is complaining about how she never gets any help. Moms, you have to let a dad do things his way. It might not be your way, but that doesn’t make it wrong.”

D.A. Wolf from Daily Plate of Crazy offers this tl;dr: “just because it’s different, that doesn’t mean it’s wrong.”

Just as with relationships, parenting has males and females coming from Mars and Venus too with both parents often on opposite sides of day-to-day parenting tasks. Usually, it comes down to who spends more time with the kids. Sure, parenting is a team sport, but one parent often will take control as the Team Captain and direct things. That control leads to the conflict.

When one of the team players does something differently than the Team Captain, the default reaction is that “it’s wrong.” The Team Captain has spent so much time finding efficiencies in the routines that if one of the players steps out of that line, the angst sets in. If the conflict erupts into a full blown battle, the team player could stop participating over fear of “doing it wrong.”

This is exactly why I no longer load or unload the dishwasher. I ‘do it wrong’ (according to my wife), so I no longer do it at all. This doesn’t help anyone on the team. The Team Captain resents the players for not participating, the players resent the captain for being controlling and we get conflict.

A piece in the NY Post went so far as to say “dads don’t give a sh–.” It’s not that we don’t care, we just care differently. This week, when my wife is away for the entire week on business, things will not be done to her precise specifications, but they will get done. The dishwasher will be loaded how *I* want to load, we might skip a bath, and a bedtime story might be replaced with a Star Wars marathon. Is that wrong or is that different?

I love my kids. I want the best for them, and I want them to succeed beyond their wildest dreams. The route I take to get them across that finish line might be different than the one my wife would choose, but I’m no less passionate about getting them across it.

Yes, Dads are not the Momma. And that’s okay.

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6 Ways to Reuse Old Baby Products, Long After Your Baby Outgrows Them

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The problem with baby products is that almost as soon as you’ve bought them, cleaned them, and put them to use, your little bundle of joy has become a little too big and outgrown it all. Baby shower gifts, once shiny and pristine, lay discarded in the attic, collecting dust and serving as a nagging reminder of how badly you need to go to Goodwill. Baby food is now just the aisle in the grocery store you can’t pass without getting wistful for the days before your kid learned what Taco Bell is.

But it doesn’t have to be this way. As my youngest kid nears nine, I’m seeing these products in a new light. A changing station… or a new dresser for our tween? Here a few ways to give your outdated baby products a new life.

Baby Monitors

Once used to be sure your little one was safely asleep in her crib, you’ll want to dig this one out again to be sure your teen is, you know, safely asleep in her room and not sneaking out with the boyfriend.

Baby Bath Products

Take advantage of still being on those baby bath product coupon lists. Except instead of pampering baby, this go-round the focus is on you. Baby oil is a cheap eye makeup remover, baby wash is perfect for hand washing delicates, and powder can stand-in as a dry shampoo in case of emergency.

Sippy Cups

When the kids were little, sippy cups were the first defense against spills while they learned to use cups on their own. Nowadays, they’re the last line of defense for my sanity when I just want to finish my own drink without a kid knocking it off the table with a lightsaber or flag.

Cradle

For a very brief time when the kids were tiny, they slept next to my bed in the cradle their great-grandfather made for our firstborn. Now, it’s overflowing it’s a makeshift zoo, filled to the brim with stuffed animals the kids will probably carry with them to college.

Blankets

The giant stack of receiving blankets you brought home from the baby shower will really come in handy when your teen is dying her hair some insane color. They’re better than your good bath towels, anyway.

Baby Food

These days, I find myself back in the baby aisle every time the kids are sick with a sore throat. There’s only so much applesauce one can take, and even our oldest is happy to have a gentle food option in the much more fun flavor of Hawaiian Delight. Confession, I don’t really mind it myself, either.

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