Hey Newt Gingrich, It's Not the Media

It was the cranky outburst heard round the United States. CNN's Republican debate moderator John King gave Newt Gingrich the chance to respond to an ABC interview with his ex-wife, and the candidate blew up. His rant against the media for daring air his dirty laundry just a few days before the South Carolina primary vote earned its place atop viral videos for at least a day.

And it left journalists across the country heaving a big sigh and rolling our eyes.

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Your Kid Will NEVER Be Cuter Than This

There is no easy way to say this. I don't think my kid can get cuter than she is with a big gap in the top row of her teeth.

I know that's wrong in that "Oh no, here she comes, the one with the plastic sheet of photos that folds out to display 100 pictures she'll expect me to ooh and aah over" way. You'd be wrong. I keep the photos on my iPhone -- plastic is so 2002.

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The Truth That Drains You: Mothering Girls Lesson 3

Get a load of all that hair

I am not big on the comparisons between mothers. Let me make it clear: stay-at-home moms, work-at-home moms, work-outside-the-home moms -- they've all got it tough in their own ways.

But there exists a difference between parenting girls and parenting boys that cannot be ignored. I'm not talking about that thing (or lack thereof) between the legs.

But I am talking about the bathroom.

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Asking Your Kids About Their Day Is a Waste of Time

It's a rare day when a working parent can get out of work early and pick the kid up from school, and I was trying to make the most of it. "So, what did you do in school today?" I asked.

"Nothing," was the answer.

"Nothing?" I joked. "What am I sending you to this school for?"

She looked at me sideways and glared.

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Trashing Toys For the Win!

Someone help me: I let her get more.

There comes a time in every mother's life when she holds out her hand to her child and leads her into her bedroom for the biggest event of the year: the annual toy clean-out.

What does it tell you that I waited for the last week of the year and took a whole day off from work to get it done? Be afraid, folks, be very, very afraid.

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