Showing posts with label baby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baby. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Name Shame




Thought Number One:  Should There Be Any Limits on What Parents Name a Child?


For the last decade or so a number of rather unique, if not down-right crazy, baby names have appeared on birth certificates all over the world.   That is especially true in the United States where there are no rules concerning what you name your child.  AND ...that, my readers, has led to some very creative parents hanging some very unfortunate names on their offspring.  What others might deem imaginative, the general populace may think of as weird.  Take for  example the names Lemonjello, Loser, or Hashtag.


Just last November, little baby girl Hashtag Jameson was born to parents that really love Twitter.  They probably Tweeted about the arrival of little Hashtag but they most assuredly updated their status on Facebook.  That is... the real Facebook.  Not the Facebook that is a little boy in Egypt.  When people hit the "Like" on Facebook,  let's hope that they were hitting the little blue button and not hitting the  little girl in Israel named Like.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Activity that is Not Age Appropriate

Hi Blogees,


Are they up to having a new baby?
Did you happen to catch some of the articles about Zsa Zsa Gabor wanting to have another baby? Well, really I guess it is Gabor's husband doing all the interviews, so technically it is her husband saying Zsa Zsa wants a baby.  Frederic Prince von Anhault, Gabor's husband, says that they are working with a clinic to procure an in vitro fertilization procedure that would bring a new little bundle of joy into their life.  He is hopeful for a son.

 Her first and only child Constance Francesca Hilton was born March 10, 1947.  (that is really putting an adequate distance between siblings, don't you think?)

Frederic went on CNN to talk of the parenting "plan".  They are going to use donor eggs and a surrogate mother.  He did mention that Gabor's eggs are not viable at her age. (Could we not have guessed that?)


Von Anhalt, also did an interview with TMZ and said that his wife always wanted another child and will be thrilled if all goes according to plan.   Anhalt stated he can hardly wait to see his wife with the new baby. How exciting!!! Being a new mom at 95.

Well, the reason for my post today is to just shed a little light on the issue of age of mothers in respect to new babies. 

Now, I know this isn't a MOMMY BLOG but I am a mom so....yes..I have an opinion.  I understand it is very trendy and all to have new babies much later in life.  Last year Omkari Panwar delivered twins, a boy and girl at 70 years of age.  Omkari is currently holding the title for the oldest woman to deliver children. As far as in vitro fertilization procedures, I don't know who the present title holder is.  I would have to think if Zsa Zsa's man pulls this off, they might claim that title.

What would you consider "too old" to have a baby.  I am thinking over 50, maybe.  I guess you would have to take it case by case as women age differently. I know a few women personally that had children well into their 40's and they are doing fine. Really, better than fine.  AWESOME  I am prepared to go far as to say that sometimes 40 is the new 30. So really, I am not thinking that having a baby in one's 40's is that unusual. 

I guess, I am somewhat conflicted on what is the cut-off age for having a new baby. With the medical advances that allow 50 year old and upward moms to conceive I have to wonder how they manage the energy required to keep up.

When I asked my Facebook friends for their opinion one said "the cutoff  age should be 90" (Therese) *giggle,giggle* and another said  Hmmm...perhaps you are too old to have a baby when your boobs hang so low that you are able to breast-feed the baby as soon as the head is delivered (Kathy) *chuckle, chuckle*

Back to the subject... when is older, too old...Is it really wrong to admit that in my 50's I need a nap after babysitting my grandkids?  They are well behaved, sweet, easy, children...nothing out of the ordinary (well actually I consider them extaordinary)... but still, I am tired.  Turns out kids are busy and they require attention.  It's been long enough that I forgot the real ramifications of that.

NOTE: For those of you judgmental types that are out there thinking that I am just "out of shape".  I don't think that is it.  I  work out with a trainer regularly, spend  a lot of time at the gym and yet keeping up with a toddler and a newborn is tiring. 

Frankly, I don't know how you older moms do it.  I was in my early 20's when I had my children and that wasn't exactly a walk in the park.  Comparatively speaking,though it was easier then it would be now. 

A.  We didn't have to lug around the back-facing car seat thing that weighs a ton and is cumbersome. (this is especially true if you are trying to hold the hand of a toddler at the same time)

B.  Children were less involved in curricular activities so we didn't have to be on the "go" all the time.

C.  More mommies got to stay home so the pace was a bit slower and we could sneak in a nap when the kiddos napped.

D. We weren't wearing 4 inch heels and being compared  "what celebrities" look like 4 weeks post delivery.  Both of those things would have cause me to lose my mind.

E. We had cute little programs to watch on TV and nobody told us that it was bad to let your kids watch it a lot. In fact, the media told us that Sesame Street was a great educational tool.  I was doing my kids a great service really.
I see that there are a lot more choices in the arena of childrens programming but some of it I don't "get". .




The Good for the Day...Grandkids really are adorable. 

The Bad for the Day...Num Num crackers..Grandkiddo seems to love them but I think maybe they are a by product of  spackling compound.

The Weird for the Day...The Southern California Reproductive Center that is working with Zsa Zsa and her husband to make a baby. Well, for around a $100,000.00 .... Babies don't come cheap.