By: Paul
Photo by: Piret Tamm
Several weeks ago I ran a post about the dangers of cell phones, especially in terms of the use of them by children. Ironically, about ten days later, the University of Pittsburgh Cancer Institute released a study essentially confirming some of the international science I had referenced in my post. Six days later, Larry King featured the issue on his show, interviewing a panel of experts about some of the findings and recommendations revealed in the University of Pittsburgh study. It seems like finally this issue …

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This month we didn’t host a Blog Carnival due to vacation, but I did receive a couple of interesting articles nonetheless that I think a lot of people will find interesting.
The first is blog post about using disposable diapers: Celebrate Independence From Disposable Diapers posted at not the jet set. “Not the Jet Set” has been a past contributer to our blog carnival and runs an interesting blog.
Not the Jet Set might be interested in one of our articles, located over in the OrganicGreenMommy …

When Lauren got pregnant, we made the decision early on that when Isabel was born, we would practice attachment parenting. You can read all about my take on AP in one of my previous posts here, but the bottom line of the concept involves trying as much as possible to ease the separation between child and parent, thereby creating a more loving and nurturing atmosphere for growth and a more confident child. What that translates into as far as everyday life goes is a lot of carrying in slings and wraps, and perhaps most significantly, the child sleeping with mommy and daddy in the family bed. We feel we were pretty successful for the most part on those goals but realized we had a challenge on our hands when we were ready for the little one to be out of our bed at night, so we could attempt to restore a semblance of the whole “man and wife” thing.

I was raised in a military family. My dad was a general, with two tours in Vietnam. His dad was also a general, cutting his teeth as one of the youngest battalion commanders of World War II, at the age of 26. I went to West Point. Joined the Infantry, trained as a Ranger, volunteered for the Airborne, jumped out of perfectly good airplanes for a living. All real man kind of stuff. I thought being a real man meant being tough. Being of few words. Doing dangerous things.

And then my wife got pregnant.

Since my argument was well-researched, reasonable, and came from an energy field that was completely aligned with my feelings of self-worth and confidence, getting final approval on my commission package was the easiest step of the journey. It took about three months of elapsed time, hours and hours of preparation and rehearsal, clear-mindedness, and enormous persistence to pull off getting the pay package I wanted and deserved.