My assertion, boy scout that I once was, stood firmly grounded in some quasi-idealistic notion of shivering in the deep woods, wrapped in a blanket eating a poorly cooked meal from a tin plate around a low fire and nursing a collection of bug bites and sore muscles acquired on the day-long trek from where we left the car and where we eventually pitched our tent. This, of course, was contrasted with current so-called camping experience of playing card games in a heated trailer, drinking microwaved beverages, and occasionally updating our Facebook status on our cell phone…

And she probably learned it all from me, too…

Oh, those skepchicks….

Debunking the myths of frightened parents everywhere.

Candidates for the Unified Theory of Potty Training? Not really.

THE AMAZ!NG MEETING 7, July 9 – 12, 2009 — Las Vegas, Baby!

But as if he is caught up by some Ayn Rand-style model of self determination, the author’s march moves onward against the model of modern parenting that dares to suggest there is good to be found in nurturing the young.

Blake over at the Domestic Father blog wants to let everyone know that he’s setting up a new blog carnival for skeptical parenting blogs.
This carnival is less about giving advice than it is about analyzing such advice. Less about making claims, more about evaluating them. As with skepticism in general, it is about learning how to think, not being told what to think.
Yours truly has already agreed to chalk up his name to both submit and — eventually — host the carnival when it gets going. But for now …

Paper towels. Lots of paper towels.

The “good father” in me wants to think I have some kind of influence on the type of person my kid will become…