I had a weird several-year period in my teens where I couldn’t handle dairy. Yogurt and frozen yogurt were okay (usually), but milk, ice cream, cheese — no good. Taking Lactaid did nothing (and I think my parents thought I was faking it for some reason). I used to love drinking milk, but I’m only now, 20-some odd…

There’s a Love it or List it Vancouver. The renovator/designer looks 12, the real estate agent looks 15, and they’re constantly dealing with people who have $1 million+ price points for their houses, because Vancouver. Same formula as David and Hillary’s show, though.

I had a lot of trouble with Heat, and with the Three Musketeers (the 90s version). Objectively, Robert deNiro and Al Pacino do not look alike, but yet when I watch Heat, I get lost — “mole, good guy. No mole, bad guy.”

I remember reading a Christopher Pike book where the villain was a cheerleader who would force people to snort so much coke they die. The protagonist in the story was an unpopular photographer, and somehow I guess he figures out she’s the villain, and he hides a camera that takes pictures of her duct-taping his mouth…

You have no idea how excited this is making me. I LOVED Gordon Korman as a kid, and “I want to go home” is still on my list of favourite books. Every time I read it, I laugh my butt off. I even stole my cousin’s copy when I was a wee thing because I had no morals and wanted to keep it close.

If you look around, you can find them. I have made friends with moms who see nothing against giving their (older, not baby) kids junk food on occasion. I have my kids signed up for vaccines as soon as they can have them (and I’m going back tomorrow to try to get the chicken pox vaccine for me again — it didn’t take…

Eh, if it was, I wasn’t too fussed. All of his wobbly parts were secured, I just took it as their surprise that I was willing to wiggle him around like that. I’m sure I’ve done worse to my kids than that — yesterday I took the trains away from my son so I could take his coat off, and then later so I could put him in…

One of my husband’s favourite things to do with our babies when they were young is to lift them up and bring them down quickly to invoke the moro (morro?) reflex.

I remember going through and circling all the books in the flyers. My parents would buy us some of them, but never as many as I wanted.

After both of my kids were born (one c-section, one vaginal), I was given tylenol and advil to take together for pain relief. When I get my delightful non-aura migraines (fortunately much more rare now — I swear my pregnancies killed some of my prior problems), the only thing that gets rid of them is combinations of…

*raises hand* When I was younger, I jumped from one monogamous relationship to the next, often starting the next before the current ended — cheating. It was an exit strategy, and definitely not the healthiest one. But since I started dating my now-husband, there’s been no one else. And we’re coming up on 9 years of…

Mine was nearly years ago (wow) and in Canada, so different strokes, but I wasn’t offered the chance to see the ultrasound. I’ve never had any regrets, knew even before I’d ever had sex that that would be my choice, and all that. Showing me an ultrasound wouldn’t have changed anything.

Sorry, I don’t think I’d refreshed the page before I posted (I usually load up pages at the start of the day and get to them throughout the day). Also I wanted to show I was cool and in the know. :(

Check out any of his Evening with Kevin Smiths... love or hate his movies, the man is a gift speaker and story-teller.

I’m in Ottawa and nursed two babies to just shy of a year each (their choice). I nursed them both all over the city and in various locations (including the IKEA that one lady tried to claim gave her shit for it), and never got side-eyed or any kind of grief. I was bfing my firstborn at a Boston Pizza one time and the…

I’ll be a sheep with you; my nearly 15-month old is an Oliver. Fuck the haters, I love it. As crankylittlephoton says, it’s a great, classic name.

This makes me think Franklin & Bash and the CSI: Las Vegas episodes that Mark-Paul Gosselar was in were canon. Well done.

Oh, I have no problem being that blunt to my daughter - I try not to make up stories to her and just speak of actual consequences to her actions and so on. I just figured this was a story that helps answer the “but whyyyyy” that sometimes happens with her/her age group, and it’s an easy reason to accept. It hasn’t…

If it makes you feel better, I’ve done the shopping cart-invisible baby rocking, too.

Congrats on your pending sprogling! As for fear of acquiring the elf (which I share; I find that ugly thing creepy as fuck), do you have any pets? My plan, if my kids ever ask why we don’t have one, is to blame it on the cats — they chased/would chase it away.