St. Louis to America: Don’t Be Jealous

I love St. Louis’ mayor’s apology to America. It’s so true…don’t hate us because we’re awesome!

You see, while you might think of St. Louis as flyover country and not pay us much due, we’re kind of a big deal come October on Major League Baseball diamonds. In fact, we’re kind of a big deal for a number of reasons.

Thus, I feel compelled to deliver a simple message to America: We’re sorry.

Sure, we’re sorry the Cardinals have won 11 World Series championships, two since 2006. But there’s much, much more for which we owe all of you a heartfelt apology.

via St. Louis to America: Don’t Be Jealous – WSJ.

Why French Parents Are Superior

This is as fascinating article. Now, I know that French families have struggles of their own, even if they look different from the struggles we encounter in America. No family is perfect, regardless of nationality, and superior is a heavy-handed word to use in the title of a parenting article. But, I think that there’s a lot to be learned from the French mindset as far as parenting goes, and it’s worth considering adding some of their techniques to your parenting¬†repertoire¬†if you don’t already do those things!

I started noticing that the French families around us didn’t look like they were sharing our mealtime agony. Weirdly, they looked like they were on vacation. French toddlers were sitting contentedly in their high chairs, waiting for their food, or eating fish and even vegetables. There was no shrieking or whining. And there was no debris around their tables.

Though by that time I’d lived in France for a few years, I couldn’t explain this. And once I started thinking about French parenting, I realized it wasn’t just mealtime that was different. I suddenly had lots of questions. Why was it, for example, that in the hundreds of hours I’d clocked at French playgrounds, I’d never seen a child (except my own) throw a temper tantrum? Why didn’t my French friends ever need to rush off the phone because their kids were demanding something? Why hadn’t their living rooms been taken over by teepees and toy kitchens, the way ours had?

Soon it became clear to me that quietly and en masse, French parents were achieving outcomes that created a whole different atmosphere for family life. When American families visited our home, the parents usually spent much of the visit refereeing their kids’ spats, helping their toddlers do laps around the kitchen island, or getting down on the floor to build Lego villages. When French friends visited, by contrast, the grownups had coffee and the children played happily by themselves.

via Why French Parents Are Superior by Pamela Druckerman – WSJ.com.

In defense of Captain Underpants

I totally agree with this–we shouldn’t just settle for “at least they’re reading”–especially when we’re only likely to say it about our sons. The original article from the Wall Street Journal is also excellent.

Concordian Sisters of Perpetual Parturition: In defense of Captain Underpants.