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so, my dearest husband went to bed and forgot to hand me the remote control, and I was working on a comic and the ad for the supernanny -coming up next!- included a baby that was still ‘gasp’ breastfeeding and sleeping with its mother. At 14 months. Seriously. So I had to watch, it was like a train wreck. The family was completely out of control, screaming, hitting, just really really miserable. But weaning from the breast to a bottle, and making the baby cry it out to sleep in its own bed, were top of the agenda.

Granted the mother was trapped sitting down and breastfeeding a LOT during the day (been there, huh?) and was having trouble sleeping. But it wasn’t anything that a sling and a bigger bed would have solved! I mean really, the family was packed onto a little bed.

Why can’t supernanny see that the helpful help that she gives these tormented families would be so much better if it included helping them attach to each other more, instead of promoting detachment? Oh, that’s right, because she’s a NANNY. Nannies aren’t supposed to attach to their charges, silly me. It’s a sad day that the culture is taking parenting advice from nannies, and really sad that the mothers are listening.

Love,
Heather

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Dear Mamas,
I sent this letter to some friends the other day, and then it inspired a comic, so here you go!

Gwynnie came to me yesterday and asked me to fill her purse with money, which I did, and then told me she was going to go give the money to the neighbors. I said ‘okay’ and went back to working on the health insurance forms, you know filling them out, looking for more information. I don’t know if you’ve seen my filing system but it’s atrocious! and it always seems like there’s things you need to know that you don’t, so I called Kevin to ask him for a number and as the phone is dialing I see Isobel and Fiona. So I walk upstairs and say “gwynnie?” and come downstairs, ask Kevin the question and go into the living room and say “gwynnie?” and then it dawns on me that I can’t find gwynnie and panic ensues! We hang up on Kevin, run outside calling for her, I go back upstairs, we look up and down the street, check the garage, the car, the laundry room. I go back through the house. I tell you I am having a frickin heart attack! We go back out front, then I start looking for my phone to call 911. Finally Fiona yells there she is and there she is walking casually up the street with her purse jauntily swinging. She went to give money to the neighbors! No kidding!

I asked her to show me where she had been and she walks me down the street and at every house is a little pile of change at the end of the walk, down around the corner, every house there, and then up the next street. She crossed an alley road, but told me that she didn’t get to cross the street and do the other side, yet ;o 0 She visited the front doorstep of about 18 houses.

phew!
Always listen to your kids!
Peace,
Heather

Yep. I’m so proud. And terrified ;o)

Love,
Heather