OK. I'm getting back on my feet. The bug is leaving me slowly in short honking coughs. Ian's still sick and is down for a nap after spending the morning with my mom. To get out of the house, I pulled myself together enough to go to my photography class. (Not entirely sure that I am learning a ton in this class, but I do love being back in an art school again.) Let me mentally stretch and send you some links.
Redneck Mommy hates the word "retarded."
The Cartier commerical.
Don't go to a second tier law school.
Does pre-school matter? No, not if you're rich. But it does even things out.
There are two lessons here. The first lesson is that upper-class parents worry too much. Although adults tend to fret over the details of parenting — Is it better to play the piano or the violin? Should I be a Tiger Mom or a Parisian mom? What are the long-term effects of sleep training? — these details are mostly insignificant. In the long run, the gift of money is that it gives a child constant access to a world of stimulation and enrichment, thus allowing her to fulfill her genetic potential. The greatest luxury we can give our children, it turns out, is the luxury of being the type of parent that doesn’t matter at all.
Apt. 11d 