Part 2: Our favorite posts of 2009
Continuing our list of favorite posts of 2009 (in no particular order), we note with pride that our own Anne Vasquez had her second child, a girl, in October. Throughout her pregnancy, she shared what she was learning about parenting in this space and on the WSFL Morning Show. We'd be hard-pressed to pick out favorites from among her posts, so we let you do it: here's the one that got the most comments from you:
Yes, I know the analysis of FBI, U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics and other expert sources researched more than 30 factors parents consider important, such as crime and safety, education and health. But stats alone don’t tell the story of a place as vibrant, unique and culturally rich as Miami.
In that spirit, here is my list in favor of raising your family in Miami.
I marveled at their ability to call a girlfriend in the middle of the day and talk for long stretches. (What luxury to have a friend available!)
I marveled at their firm bodies. (Who has time to work out?)
I marveled at their expertise. (No, I didn't know there was an indoor playground four miles from my house.)
My time spent with the moms reinforced three things about parenting...
I feel like I'm holding my child's unlocked diary in my hands: I have my son's cell phone...
It didn't occur to me that when I picked up his phone, I'd have access to his text messages. I could find out what this 14-year-old is up to!
"We don't have to wear uniforms!" What??????
Why I didn't know this before Monday, I don't really understand. My husband says, "It was on the website." And, "I didn't know you were shopping for uniforms."
You would think that a mom who'd already had one kid go through the school, and whose HUSBAND WORKS THERE, would have an inside track on information. True, I did not check the website. I accept that. But still.
Mom on strike: Where is my Mother's Day present?!
Here are four words that have really ticked me off this week: "Happy Belated Mother's Day.'' Or, as it was put to me the day after my gift-less Mother's Day: "Happy Mother's Day Week,'' the implication being that sometime in the span of seven days, I might get the token of appreciation I deserve.
Yes, that's right. Even though Mother's Day is printed on all calendars in America, and advertisers have sent a lot of ideas in the mail that my husband could have caught onto, I was snubbed...
The air conditioner had been on during our trip, and I parked under a tree, so the temperature in the car had not even begun to get uncomfortable. If another few minutes had passed, that would have started to change. Quickly. It was late in the morning, a typical day in May. How long would it have taken for my moment of failure to evolve from error to emergency to tragedy? Thank God, I will never find out.
What started out as shoes to complete the Minnie Mouse Halloween costume has snowballed into nearly daily requests from my little one to wear her sparkly yellow high heels. And I let her. In the house.
For months she's clobbered the tile floors in my high-heel shoes and Dad's ginormous sneakers. So why not a pair of play shoes made just like an adult's...?
And finally, no post in this blog got anywhere near the reaction of this one. Something about dogs, or pit bulls in particular, really struck a nerve.
I sympathize with those who have tried to stand up for the breed’s reputation.
But I’m also a reporter, which makes me paranoid, and a father-to-be, which makes me doubly so, and that paranoia leads me to think that when campaigns have to be organized to assure me that a particular animal is safe around infants, it’s because they’re not. Pit bulls and babies go together like Freddy Krueger and teenagers.POSTED IN: Rafael Olmeda 2009 (47)