One day last week, I found myself parked on a city street with a Starbucks' Grande Peppermint Mocha, no children in the backseat and nowhere to be for at least thirty minutes. I seized upon the opportunity to leaf through an issue of "American Baby". Sure, the time might have been better used for a quick catnap, but I think the Village police may have frowned upon that if they happened by.
I found two snippets of information that were both informative and familiar. By that I mean I'd never seen the information spelled out in black and white, but it instantly made sense. I found myself nodding in agreement behind the steering wheel when I read:
- A Harvard study reports that moms of boys produce milk with 25% more calories. (No wonder I was so hungry all the time after Liam was born. I just couldn't get enough to eat. The take-out bills completely broke the budget I had so carefully planned out for my maternity leave)
- When it comes to childcare, "wonderful is ten times better than good....when we did find someone wonderful, the difference was so dramatic that I wished I'd never settled for less." (Again the b-word, comes up...my budget is stretched by our current childcare arrangement but it is so wonderful, so nurturing that I'll never go back to mediocre again.