The Spawn of Shakespeare and I find ourselves spending a questioningly healthy amount of time bonding over various episodes, new and repeated, of Bones.
And I keep asking myself whether or not the show is entirely appropriate for children…
On one hand, they can name the majority of the bones in the skeletal system, know how to use fabric softener to restore dehydrated appendages, and can recognize all of the occupational markers of being a violinist.
On the other, they're starting to appear awfully unaffected by the sight of a rotting corpse.
And here I thought that when they told me motherhood would be about making the tough decisions, they were talking about things like breastfeeding or spanking or cloth-diapering…
You know…
Trivial shit.
JudithShakes
Sunday, 31 January, 2010 at 11:04Questions are never indiscreet. Answers sometimes are. http://goo.gl/fb/jNAM
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Qweenie
Sunday, 31 January, 2010 at 17:19We love Bones too….and NCIS…and CSI…lol
Bean has even expressed an interest in studying forensics one day, which is good because as far as I can tell the won't be a shortage of dead bodies or rotting corpses any time soon…
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Tara R.
Sunday, 31 January, 2010 at 18:03But just think how well they will do in high school anatomy and biology classes.
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Sarah
Thursday, 4 February, 2010 at 11:10Those people with grown kids don't fucking lie (shit, do you curse here? please feel free to delete if I offend…it's one of those morning where the f-bomb substitutes for any and ALL other more appropriate adjectives). Anyway, those parents of older kids? Yeah, them. When they tell you it gets harder as the kids get older? Yeah. So true. I look back on the preemie mommy decisions as so tiny now–the ones about breastfeeding and sleep and crying it out of co-sleeping, about starting strained carrots at 4 months or 8 months. Perpective. I hear you. And I still have a 1 year old in the house. But since he's baby number three he just rolls with the punches. And trust me, there's a lot of punches (metaphorical, people, slow down…put down your freaking phone call to DCFS)!
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Judith Shakespeare
Tuesday, 9 February, 2010 at 0:46Honey, I curse, cuss and blaspheme my way through life- this blog is no different. :) And totally on the third baby stuff… It's kind of like having a puppy at that point. AS long as it doesn't chew up your best shoes or poop on the floor, all is well. lol.