Are you afraid of teenagers?  I'm not:  general category.  I am:  my own child becoming.  Teenagers in general are extremely attractive globs of iddy goo, unaware of how frickin' awesome they look now, what with their lack of cellulite, abdominal muscles and unlined skin, unaware of how completely uninformed and unformed they are, convinced as they are that they know everything just because they can hit the eighteenth level of Whatever Game Is Not Important to Me.

So, a long time ago, we had these people called wet nurses.  If for whatever reason you couldn't nurse your own baby, another lactating woman would do it. Maybe it was for status. Maybe you had no milk. Maybe you wanted to get pregnant again and didn't want the lactation to get in the way of heir production.   According to Wikipedia, Napoleon had one, and so did Mohammad.

Last week in the car, my four-year-old daughter asked me who she thought she should marry.  I told her she needn't worry about that until AFTER HIGH SCHOOL. Then she asked if she should marry a boy.  And ... it gave me pause. 

Hey everyone- The American Heart Association gave me a few CPR Anytime kits to give away. Come on over to Surrender, Dorothy to enter to win!  

Ever since BlogHer '08 I've seen a lot of posts popping up here and there about jealousy, particularly among mommybloggers.  And lo, it happens. It's real. I've felt it, sure I have!  I am not going to sit here in my contributing editor ivory tower and lie to you about it.  How do you think I got here in the first place? So pull up a chair, and let's discuss.