<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813283519154859444</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 30 Aug 2024 16:51:02 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>brattiness</category><category>shims</category><category>Alone Time</category><category>Bad Parenting</category><category>Be Proactive</category><category>Being Creative</category><category>Bitchy Guests</category><category>Black Friday</category><category>Blood Relatives</category><category>Cover Charge</category><category>Cussing</category><category>Einstein</category><category>Elizabeth Hasselbeck is a liar</category><category>Family Circle</category><category>Get A Babysitter</category><category>Husband Hobbies</category><category>I&#39;m Not Your Bitch</category><category>People of Wal-Mart</category><category>Pocahontas</category><category>Potty Timer</category><category>Private Parts</category><category>Roomba</category><category>Safety</category><category>Sinead</category><category>Sociology</category><category>Suing Rich People</category><category>TV</category><category>Take Your Kid To The Pediatrician</category><category>Trampolines</category><category>acting like a lady</category><category>babysitters</category><category>beating grandpa with a shovel</category><category>bedazzle</category><category>bitches</category><category>blaming mom</category><category>childbirth</category><category>complaining</category><category>daycare</category><category>delayed gratification</category><category>developmental delays</category><category>enabling</category><category>epidural</category><category>family</category><category>food pyramid</category><category>formal weddings</category><category>gender ambiguity</category><category>good parenting</category><category>guilt trips</category><category>hair cutting</category><category>hippy sadists</category><category>hissy fits</category><category>home wrecker</category><category>infidelity</category><category>karma is a bitch</category><category>keep your mitts of my husband</category><category>lectures</category><category>little pitchers have big ears</category><category>low self esteem</category><category>mother in laws</category><category>pain</category><category>play groups</category><category>prostitots</category><category>quiet voice</category><category>rhinestones</category><category>sometimes foods</category><category>that gay kid on Glee</category><title>Ask Snarky Mom</title><description>I refuse to raise a brat, and I have a low tolerance for brattiness in other peoples&#39; kids.  To help eliminate brattiness across this great nation, I&#39;ve developed this blog.  I do actually have experience teaching parenting skills.  I will also take questions about dealing with husbands, in-laws, and friends as this effects your &quot;parenting style&quot; also known as your ability to tolerate bullshit.  Enjoy!</description><link>http://asksnarkymom.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813283519154859444.post-8633770225563817596</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 03:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T21:14:23.413-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bad Parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Black Friday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Get A Babysitter</category><title>Dear Lady at 3 AM</title><atom:summary type="text">Thanksgiving night, our TiVo ran out of lead time, and we were forced to watch commercials. I see that Toys R Us was going to open at midnight, and decided to go for both curiousity&#39;s sake and &#39;cause I&#39;m broke.After walking about a mile and standing out in the snowy coldness for an hour and a half, I finally made it into the store. I was able to find some sort of zen-ness and didn&#39;t beat a single</atom:summary><link>http://asksnarkymom.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-lady-at-3-am.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Gxw95SpjII/SxNn14SNJPI/AAAAAAAAAcI/iU-75oL4FuE/s72-c/A+BLACK+FRIDAY+CROWD.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813283519154859444.post-5497780236878579708</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 04:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T17:58:56.690-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Private Parts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Safety</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Take Your Kid To The Pediatrician</category><title>Penises Are Totally Cool</title><atom:summary type="text">Dear Snarky Mom:  Why is my 5 year old son urinating so frequently?When he uses the bathroom he goes back 2-3 minutes later sometimes.  He doesn&#39;t have a infection because it&#39;s not red and it doesn&#39;t hurt.  What can be the problem?  ~ MelissaDear Melissa:About the diagnosis of &quot;he doesn&#39;t have an infection,&quot; um, did a doctor make that?  If not, you need to take him to the pediatrician.  </atom:summary><link>http://asksnarkymom.blogspot.com/2009/11/penises-are-totally-cool.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Gxw95SpjII/SxQS-0DKaAI/AAAAAAAAAcg/J8alEJhqOKM/s72-c/images-2.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813283519154859444.post-1244353756693915785</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T17:57:18.933-05:00</atom:updated><title>Grandma Hates You, Son</title><atom:summary type="text">I thought I would share this article with Worried in Arkansas.  Her MIL totally hates her son.  I told you.http://www.newsweek.com/id/222472Sharon BegleyAn Evolutionary EdgeHow grandmas may play favorites.Published Nov 12, 2009Photo:  http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/care-for-aging-parent-2.jpg</atom:summary><link>http://asksnarkymom.blogspot.com/2009/11/grandma-hates-you-son.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Gxw95SpjII/SxNgGVqBFBI/AAAAAAAAAbI/1OOZCog7EDI/s72-c/care-for-aging-parent-2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813283519154859444.post-4297501162314931210</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 03:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T16:30:39.570-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bitchy Guests</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blood Relatives</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Suing Rich People</category><title>Crappy Guests Suck</title><atom:summary type="text">Dear Snarky Mom:I hosted Thanksgiving Dinner today. One couple brought their 2yo girl. We&#39;d ask if certain things were okay, like, is she okay on the stairs. The mother was getting defensive like it was unreasonable to ask if her child needs a booster. I wasn&#39;t making any statements on her development or intelligence.~ Hostess with the MostessDear Mostess:Stop inviting bitches to dinner. I think </atom:summary><link>http://asksnarkymom.blogspot.com/2009/11/crappy-guests-suck.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Gxw95SpjII/SxQ4rToJE8I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Op-SUxEhmo4/s72-c/Kirsten-1023x707.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813283519154859444.post-2461544055183209543</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 02:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T17:02:21.979-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Being Creative</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cussing</category><title>Like A Sailor, I Tell Ya!</title><atom:summary type="text">Dear Snarky Mom: I have the worst potty mouth. How can I stop cussing in front of my kids? They are starting to pick up on my bad habit. ~ MegDear Meg:Well fuck, Meg, kudos on the inventive name. You are definitely going to have to get a bit more creative if you want to be able to take your kids out of the house. I, myself, have quite the &quot;potty mouth.&quot; People have suggested snapping myself with </atom:summary><link>http://asksnarkymom.blogspot.com/2009/11/like-sailor-i-tell-ya.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Gxw95SpjII/SxQXv6PP_UI/AAAAAAAAAcw/cIRcd79C9mA/s72-c/876_L-sexy-sailor-women.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813283519154859444.post-1554050878816273790</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 20:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T17:48:42.078-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cover Charge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">I&#39;m Not Your Bitch</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Roomba</category><title>Happy Thanksgiving For Everyone Else</title><atom:summary type="text">Dear Snarky Mom:Every year I host the Thanksgiving feast for my extended family.  I have 20 people who show up off and on throughout the day, and most of them are from out of town.  That&#39;s not even the problem.  The problem is that they all show up with empty hands and requests.  One wants a South Beach Diet stuffing.  Another wants an extra sweet potato casserole.  Another wants a pecan pie.  </atom:summary><link>http://asksnarkymom.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving-for-everyone-else.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Gxw95SpjII/SxNgwTbIcKI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/nIaPFUQGADA/s72-c/lens7631842_1256558914Funny_Thanksgiving.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813283519154859444.post-3542347905447041317</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 18:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T17:46:27.247-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Alone Time</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Husband Hobbies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sociology</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">TV</category><title>America&#39;s Babysitter</title><atom:summary type="text">Dear Snarky Mom:My husband and I try very hard to give each other breaks from our 2 yo. The issue is that when my husband&#39;s turn comes, he chooses to just turn on the TV THE WHOLE TIME. I see it having an effect more and more as my son asks to watch TV all the time now instead of going outside, reading, playing, or craft time. I NEED my time alone so I don&#39;t want to tell my husband how to spend </atom:summary><link>http://asksnarkymom.blogspot.com/2009/11/americas-babysitter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Gxw95SpjII/SxNUOTh8NJI/AAAAAAAAAao/0q8IHTU7j-o/s72-c/images.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813283519154859444.post-7760921731278353055</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 06:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T17:58:16.643-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Be Proactive</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Elizabeth Hasselbeck is a liar</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Potty Timer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Trampolines</category><title>Everyone Has Peed Their Pants</title><atom:summary type="text">Dear Snarky Mom:My 4yo son has recently begun to wet his pants.  It usually happens when we are out in public, or when he is in his room playing by himself.  It really makes me mad when he does this, and its so embarrassing to have to run to a restroom to change his clothes.  Help!~Peed Off in PittsburghDear Peed Off:Everyone wets their pants at some time.  Hell, my mother pees her pants if she </atom:summary><link>http://asksnarkymom.blogspot.com/2009/11/everyone-has-peed-their-pants.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Gxw95SpjII/SxQR5469A6I/AAAAAAAAAcY/f5ud_CyIQK4/s72-c/pee_pants.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813283519154859444.post-785031969107118609</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 22:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-01T09:18:24.524-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">babysitters</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">daycare</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">guilt trips</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mother in laws</category><title>Did You Say Free?</title><atom:summary type="text">Dear Snarky Mom: I&#39;m having a problem with my mother-in-law. She has agreed to keep my 2yo son during the day while I am at work. The issue is that my son has had to go through extensive occupational therapy as he refuses to eat. My MIL doesn&#39;t respect my concerns and won&#39;t feed him if he says he&#39;s not hungry (which is every time you ask). Although I am concerned that he isn&#39;t even on the </atom:summary><link>http://asksnarkymom.blogspot.com/2009/11/did-you-say-free.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Gxw95SpjII/SxNTK5ylTWI/AAAAAAAAAaY/98efHYPMO_I/s72-c/123.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813283519154859444.post-5438298154801906289</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 19:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T17:49:54.946-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beating grandpa with a shovel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hair cutting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">little pitchers have big ears</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pocahontas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sinead</category><title>Pocahontas Would Be So Proud</title><atom:summary type="text">Dear Snarky Mom:My 4 year old is obsessed with Indians. The other day she heard my nephew say that Indians don&#39;t have facial hair. The next day, she snuck a pair of her grandfather&#39;s nose hair clippers and shaved off her eyebrows. She looks like a crazed alien. Help!~ Mary Kay&#39;s NightmareDear MKN:First of all, repeat after me. Native Americans. Okay. Now, let&#39;s tackle problem #2. Your daughter is</atom:summary><link>http://asksnarkymom.blogspot.com/2009/11/pocahontas-would-be-so-proud.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Gxw95SpjII/SxNfTEjqUFI/AAAAAAAAAbA/fIkpdYKjtVM/s72-c/pocahontas4.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813283519154859444.post-1211584437542084183</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 05:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T17:08:32.254-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">home wrecker</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">infidelity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">keep your mitts of my husband</category><title>Stop Messing With People&#39;s Husbands</title><atom:summary type="text">Dear Snarky Mom:I am a married mother of 2.  My husband is a total shit.  He doesn&#39;t help with the kids or the house.  I met another man recently, but he is also married.  He&#39;s miserable in his marriage, too.  Should I explore my feelings for this man?  I want so badly to be happy.~ Desperate Housewife in Rural NCDear Desperate:Stop fucking with people&#39;s husbands.  If I believed in hell, I&#39;d </atom:summary><link>http://asksnarkymom.blogspot.com/2009/11/stop-messing-with-peoples-husbands.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Gxw95SpjII/SxNiIb8DwAI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ai87ZSWn-q0/s72-c/homewrecker.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813283519154859444.post-1616833268148711155</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 18:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T17:55:05.307-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blaming mom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">low self esteem</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">People of Wal-Mart</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">prostitots</category><title>Maybe He Cain&#39;t Read None</title><atom:summary type="text">This isn&#39;t in response to a question. This is in response to a grown-ass man my husband saw at the Wal-Mart and the two lovely ladies with him.Okay, so my husband sees this dude in Wal-Mart wearing a &quot;Fuck Bitches, Get Money&quot; t-shirt. I shit you not. I totally would&#39;ve both sent his pic to People of Wal-Mart and accosted him for his misogyny had I seen it. Which is probably why my husband didn&#39;t </atom:summary><link>http://asksnarkymom.blogspot.com/2009/11/maybe-he-caint-read-none.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Gxw95SpjII/SxNN8nPw6YI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-wQ09tnsIJk/s72-c/l_92d199eef3d209b7c9ab2ddaa1009c43.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813283519154859444.post-7496594132458143151</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 17:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T17:51:39.168-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">acting like a lady</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">developmental delays</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Einstein</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">play groups</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">that gay kid on Glee</category><title>Helen Keller Is A Hero</title><atom:summary type="text">Dear Snarky Mom:My child has some mild developmental delays, and his behavior can border on horrid.  I&#39;m so scared of how he&#39;ll act that I never take him anywhere.  What can I do?~ Embarassed in OhioDear Embarassed:Stop being embarrassed.  He&#39;s your kid, for Christ&#39;s sake, and its your job to make him into a well-adjusted human being.  Every kid has their issues.  Mine has an attitude that won&#39;t </atom:summary><link>http://asksnarkymom.blogspot.com/2009/11/helen-keller-is-hero.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Gxw95SpjII/SxNiwvJFwWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/BgnzgH8xATc/s72-c/usakeller2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813283519154859444.post-4949066611910207511</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 03:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T17:52:26.966-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">childbirth</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">epidural</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hippy sadists</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pain</category><title>Hippy Sadist Bitches</title><atom:summary type="text">Dear Snarky Mom:  How painful is giving birth really?  Is it as bad as people say? What&#39;s the most painful part? I&#39;ve heard contractions are worse than pushing the baby out of your...you know.  ~ Pregnant &amp;amp; ScaredDear P&amp;amp;S:  First of all, if you are going to parent a child, you&#39;d better be mature enough to say vagina.  I&#39;ll also accept coochie, but I&#39;ll totally mock you if you say vajayjay</atom:summary><link>http://asksnarkymom.blogspot.com/2009/11/hippy-sadist-bitches.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Gxw95SpjII/SxNjST8FFoI/AAAAAAAAAbw/pr1d9tvU93I/s72-c/malasana.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813283519154859444.post-8839401921893539345</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 15:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T17:52:40.815-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bitches</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">brattiness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">good parenting</category><title>It Takes A Village</title><atom:summary type="text">Dear Snarky Mom:Every time I go to a playgroup, this one mom is always harping on my daughter.  How do I get her to stop bossing my kid around? ~ JennyDear Jenny:There are two issues here.  Either she&#39;s a bitch or your kid is a brat.  Or maybe both.  Since you can only control yourself, let&#39;s take option #2 first.  Remember last playgroup when your kid kept taking other kids&#39; toys and hitting </atom:summary><link>http://asksnarkymom.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-takes-village.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Gxw95SpjII/SxNlCmZR3wI/AAAAAAAAAcA/3fSIJXr8Q5o/s72-c/moms.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813283519154859444.post-9088917117928106933</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 17:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T12:58:32.489-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bedazzle</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">complaining</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">formal weddings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rhinestones</category><title>What&#39;s Classier Than Rhinestones?</title><atom:summary type="text">Dear Snarky Mom:My in-laws are insisting that our family attend a very stuffy and formal wedding out of town.  The invitation requests that the ladies wear hats and the men wear formal evening wear.  I have a 2 year old son, and no one to watch him.   How do I tell my in-laws that I can&#39;t afford a stupid formal outfit for a 2 year old?  How can I ask them to pay for it without compromising my </atom:summary><link>http://asksnarkymom.blogspot.com/2009/11/whats-classier-than-rhinestones.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Gxw95SpjII/SxQHHkKLtjI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/aYyLWIEguaU/s72-c/images-1.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813283519154859444.post-1817165320157859370</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 14:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T00:57:45.306-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">food pyramid</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lectures</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sometimes foods</category><title>Sometimes Foods Are Really Annoying</title><atom:summary type="text">Dear Snarky Mom:My kid is always asking me for junk food. I try to keep a kitchen full of fruits and veggies, but its a constant battle. How do I get him to eat healthy foods? ~Fiber MomDear Fiber Mom:I totally get that, really, I do. I&#39;m personally a fan of junk food, and my son has inherited my penchant for tastiness. I&#39;m pretty sure that there isn&#39;t a kid out there that wouldn&#39;t live on </atom:summary><link>http://asksnarkymom.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes-foods-are-really-annoying.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Gxw95SpjII/SxNevxOQpTI/AAAAAAAAAa4/1F5rJRL10qY/s72-c/Old-School-Food-Pyramid-food-297767_590_460.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813283519154859444.post-9153500315070567087</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 23:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T16:53:09.313-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">delayed gratification</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">enabling</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family Circle</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hissy fits</category><title>You Had To Write Family Circle?</title><atom:summary type="text">Okay, so I get Family Circle magazine free &#39;cause I paid about $2 for Parent&#39;s.  I didn&#39;t get it for its riveting content.  I must say, though, I&#39;m totally loving &quot;Rosalind&quot; from &quot;Ask Rosalind.&quot;  She totally wants to be me, but can&#39;t be &#39;cause she wants to make money.The question to Rosalind in the October 17th issue is basically from a pussy mom whose 13yo &quot;gets furious&quot; when she makes her turn </atom:summary><link>http://asksnarkymom.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-had-to-write-family-circle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813283519154859444.post-4678116319037987591</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 14:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-25T01:27:08.759-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">gender ambiguity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">quiet voice</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">shims</category><title>And the advice would be?</title><atom:summary type="text">Oh yeah, I totally forgot to add how I handled the situation mentioned below. So, here we go:Dear Me:When your kid made it clear that he felt the old lady at church is a total Pat, how did you handle it?Me:I cringed and mumbled something apologetic to the shim. Once I had him alone, I totally told him that the chick is a chick. He argued. He&#39;s 3. It&#39;s normal for him to have strict gender ideas. </atom:summary><link>http://asksnarkymom.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-advice-would-be.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1813283519154859444.post-6537786207947090667</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 14:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T17:53:23.282-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">brattiness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">karma is a bitch</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">shims</category><title>In the Beginning . . .</title><atom:summary type="text">Good morning, readers! Your kids are brats. Well, not all of them. Some of them are just being kids and that&#39;s totally okay. My kid embarrasses me publicly about once a week. Last week he asked a woman (with short hair and excess facial hair) why she was carrying a pocketbook since she is a boy. That&#39;s not brattiness. That&#39;s a good question. He is a naturally inquistive spirit. I kind of thought </atom:summary><link>http://asksnarkymom.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-beginning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Gxw95SpjII/SxNT1BGzQ7I/AAAAAAAAAag/tYFGBe0k-JE/s72-c/images-2.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>