How to Make a Kick-Ass Volcano

Flame-throwing, lava-spitting beasts (parental supervision required)

Moms, dads, and teachers everywhere, I have news for you: Volcanoes do not spew baking soda and vinegar (why does that sound like toothpaste?).

I never got how those mixtures are supposed to reflect reality. Volcanic eruptions are flame-throwing, lava spitting beasts.

So how about we do that for the next science fair?

You see, here at BadDaddy, we just have better information. Take a look at this old family recipe my dad taught me, circa 1990-

You single dads are going to love this. If you’re still married, get permission, or you won’t be (married) for long after a stunt like this.

As soon as I get done blowing one of these prehistoric monsters off, I expect a giant triceratops to come crashing through the neighborhood, snatch up and run off with one of my screaming kids hanging out of its mouth.

Now let’s make the earth move with some real molten lava.

Here’s what you need

First, have your kids create a Paper-Mache volcano. You can hollow out the top of an empty soda can for the center (this is where you’ll put your fuel). Don’t put any plastic or glass in it, as these suckers are going up in flames. They’re one-time use (maybe two), but it’s well worth it. (You may also come up with your own ideas for other base products to last a few more rounds).

Next, you need just three simple ingredients to make the fuel.

Let’s call it fun-powder, the jolly cousin of gunpowder. It combusts a little slower, and makes real lava.

It’s not quite as explosive as its dirty cousin, or that crazy uncle Jimmy of yours from Tuscaloosa after a ‘Bama game and a fifth of Jamison.

Download the Recipe Here

Mix these suckers together thoroughly, then break it into jars of about five ounces each. These are your fuel cartridges-

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Take the volcano outside and clear out a space in the dirt with at least a 10-foot radius. Get away from the house, and clear out any brush. Make sure there is nothing flammable in your space, and if you don’t have a fire extinguisher handy, fill a big shop bucket with water to douse it all when it’s done.

Pour one cartridge into your volcano – if you want more lava to spill out of the top, add sand first so your fuel overflows from the mouth of the volcano.

Have the kids stand way back, and light that sucker up with a long lighter or sparkler like we used. Presto. Now back up, and enjoy the show!

PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK. CONSULT AND OBEY ALL LOCAL LAWS AND ORDINANCES.  DO NOT STAND OR LOOK OVER THE MOUTH OF THE VOLCANO OR PLACE THE VOLCANO ANYWHERE NEAR YOURSELF OR OTHER PEOPLE. DO NOT USE INSIDE OR NEAR FLAMMABLE SURFACES. ADULT SUPERVISION REQUIRED. HAVE A FIRE EXTINGUISHER READY.

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The Mother’s Day Playbook

Dos and Don’ts for the Goddess in your family.

The second Sunday in May is fast approaching, and you’re ill-prepared and confused, like a giant baboon wondering the aisles of Bed Bath & Beyond.

The Goddess in your life deserves better. After 10 years of trial and error, here are the do’s & don’ts to help you glide it down gently.

In the don’t category, for Ashley’s first Mother’s Day, I gave her a picture of me (not her) holding our brand-new baby, Mia. Oops! Don’t do that.

One year I planned to take the family to Austin’s best brunch spot, and failed to foresee the need for a reservation. The line stretched around the block.

Red-faced and dumbfounded, I soon had us pushing a cart solemnly around the grocery store. “English muffins, those sound good, right honey?”

Stuck cooking for everyone without planning or prep-work, Ashley was surprisingly cool about the total fail on my part.

She was less cool the year “the kids and I” (unbeknownst to them) gave her fake artisan flowers in a painted pottery vase in a color scheme she hated. The bouncy little salesgirl loved the arrangement, and put it together carefully while I checked scores and wandered the store with my eyes.

‘She’s a female, and so is my wife’, I thought. What could go wrong…

The trouble? It’s not really the thought that counts, if it’s not well thought out. Whatever you do, it must show a little effort, insight, and advanced planning.

You still have time, so skip the desperate, last-minute trip to Pottery Barn and follow me down the yellow-brick-road of simple pleasures, served up right.

Start her day with the perfect Bloody Mary

Stick to what you know, my baboon colleagues. Good ol’ booze.

Brunch is always a good idea, so check the cocktail menus and make reservations now, or skip the crowd and plan the perfect Bloody Mary-

Mixer

Store-bought mixers are getting better, but she’s the mother of your children, so start from scratch for God’s sake, you ungrateful bastards.

Combine two or more ingredients, and it’s “homemade”. She deserves that. Try 2/3 Clamato, 1/3 fresh squeezed lime juice, and add Tabasco to taste.

This light, fresh mixture is fun, thin and more drinkable than the tomato paste served up at the local watering hole.

You know how you feel after a cup of that red sludge, like you ate a thick-crust DiGiorno and chased it down from a warm plastic bottle of Popov?

That just doesn’t apply. These are as refreshing as stepping out into a summer rain after a morning workout and biting into a crisp apple.

Vodka

This requires some lead time, but is proof-positive you did the prep work.

Take your favorite brand (try Austin’s own Tito’s) and infuse it with garlic cloves, carrots, celery, and sweet peppers.

Just chop those suckers up with your Ginsu, stuff them in a jar full of vodka, and let it sit in the fridge for a week, or at least 48 hours.

Delivery

Presentation is everything, so use the right glass.

To paint a picture of simple pleasures (like the joys of motherhood on a Sunday morning), you can’t lose with the Mason Jar. Rim the glass with a 50/50 mix of the Salt-Lick’s Garlic Dry Rub and McCormick’s celery salt.

Fun, peppery, and downright delicious, it’s somehow both totally unique and perfectly fitting. I often wonder how the Bloody Mary ever did without it.

Garnish

Have some fun with it, and this is where you can stick her breakfast.

At a minimum, use a celery stalk, but don’t be afraid to make a buttered and grilled cheese sandwich with bacon, and cut it into fours. Stick a corner on the end of a skewer topped with green olives and drop that sucker right in.

There is no limit to what a man in love will put on the Bloody Mary of the mother of his children. Bacon-wrapped water chestnuts are can’t-miss.

Serve over ice, and start with a heartfelt toast, for all she means to you and the children. None of it means anything without her warm smile, and you can’t imagine a day not waking up next to her. (Don’t tell her that if she gets into a car wreck, she better have the kids with her, even if you once thought it…)

If you can find time for a “siesta”, these truly tantalizing Bloody Mary’s combined with your toast will have you both a little star-struck and frisky.

Gifts

First and foremost, make sure the kids have a plan, preferably crafts or cards they spent some time on, age appropriate, and from the heart.

For ages 2-4, they can wrap a (new) wooden salad spoon in yarn and put their name on it with a short message, or draw an elaborate picture.

For ages 5-10, buy some raw wooden frames for them to decorate, and have each pick their favorite photo with mom for you to print and put in the frame.

It should be clear that you discussed these projects with them. The key is the advanced planning, which will be more than evident.

If you take care of these details and make a general fuss, you may not need a gift from you, but only you (or she) can answer that for you.

For a good laugh, try the Mother-of-Dragons T-shirt. If you need more firepower, jewelry is a failsafe if (and this is critical) you know what she likes.

Don’t be afraid to ask for some hints: “What do you think of this, honey?”

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I know, won’t that give away the surprise?!?

Sort of, but she has no trouble being coy, and will play along, which is really all you need. Seeking guidance on this is the sign of a thoughtful, experienced husband. (It’s not like asking the gas station attendant for directions to Costco).

You can always fall back on a bouquet of flowers, but these get more mileage with delivery to an office rather than home. Use a local florist, not 1-800-Flowers or the grocery store. Size (and quality) matters, and they don’t have it.

Activities

Set aside time just for eating, drinking, and celebrating – “festivities” we call it – be that over brunch, lunch, or cocktail hour and dinner.

Skip your projects in the garage and the NBA playoffs with your buddies (if her mother comes over, you can catch the late game alone while they chat).

Ask her in advance if there is anything special she’d like to do, a picnic, hike, or two hours alone to check out Anthro.

Dinner is in your hands, so clear your ideas in advance. Take everyone to her favorite restaurant, or cook something you’re good at, like burgers on the grill, patted with fresh garlic and Worcestershire, served with sliced purple onion, tomatoes, and a side of corn-on-the-cob with Hatch pepper seasoning.

Put out fresh veggies and dip while you pat burgers, and mix up a martini or pour some chilled Chardonnay. It’s just not a party without cocktails and dip.

If she’s got a sweet tooth, top it off with a rich dessert from the local bakery.

And don’t forget to do the clean-up. She’ll try to lend-a-hand, but stop her, thank her, and tell her how much you appreciate everything she does.

If she likes the movies, suggest seeing Tully together after the kids go down, or just cuddle up on the couch for one of her old favorites, like Mystic Pizza, the Notebook or Fried Green Tomatoes (just grin and bear it, it’s one night).

Endnote

Like anything, getting Mother’s Day right comes down to preparation, and managing the details.

It’s easy to assume this doesn’t matter anymore. You’ve been together forever, and your relationship doesn’t need the window dressing, right?

Maybe, but as a giant baboon, you never really know what’s going on in that beautiful mind. And doesn’t she deserve one special day that she doesn’t have to coordinate herself? A little show of gratitude goes a long way, especially with the right combination of specialty cocktails, prep-work, and flattery.

So, take some time carefully planned to slow down, acknowledge, appreciate, and cherish the Goddess in your family, in all her warmth, life, love, and light.

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Eight Kick-Ass Alternatives to Candy for Halloween

At the risk of surrendering whatever I had left of my coolness or youth, embracing the role of crotchety-old-man while still in my 30s (barely), I’ll pose a question: Why are we sending our obese, diabetic, chronically-ill children rolling around the neighborhood to stuff pillow cases with sugary, processed nougats so they can gorge themselves until their glazed eyes pop out of their skulls from the spike in blood sugar?

Are we trying to kill them, and if so, could we not save a few $100k by pushing them out into traffic or drowning them in the tub? Sorry (too dark!), but you get the point.

Halloween kicks ass in many ways. The cold, crisp air, the general spookiness, the leaves changing colors, pumpkin patches, corn mazes, pick-up football games, jack-o-lanterns, haunted houses, scary movies, walking the neighborhood with seasonal beers and specialty cocktails, cute kids in cute costumes and cute moms in sexy ones (the witch, the nurse, the schoolteacher, the cowgirl…best day ever for the NFL’s Charger girls).

And who doesn’t enjoy hunkering down on a Snickers, Reece’s, Kit-Kat, Butterfinger, or Twix? Damn those nougats. So full of chewy, pleasure-releasing nougaty-goodness that more than half of the US population will have a chronic disease by the time your children are 18. One in every three kids alive today will develop diabetes.

The primary culprit is too much refined sugar, a trend kicked into high gear in the 1970s when our all-knowing, well-intentioned government opened the first salvo in the misguided war-on-fat. Misdiagnosing the problem with grand opulence (per usual), manufacturers then took the baton, extracting and replacing healthy fats with refined sugar, jumpstarting industrial food-processing and modern “food science”. Enter stage-left the epidemics of obesity, diabetes, inflammation, and leaky gut, to name a few. Newsflash: refined sugar and processed foods are the root cause of chronic disease.

Don’t even get me started on the damn “Food Pyramid”. The biggest joke in the history of mankind, the cronies in Washington trotted it out in 1992 like gospel, indoctrinating us all with baseless BS. Six to 11 servings of bread, cereal, rice and pasta as the foundation of a healthy diet? How do we entrust this institution to deliver the mail, let alone manage the money system or military after that monumental display of incompetence?

To hell with the propoganda, and go ahead and smash the pyramid over your knee. As parents, it’s our job to take control of the traditions we hold dear, to shape these for our kids. The power is ours to keep what’s good, and change for the better what’s not. Every day is an opportunity to tackle another challenge. Clear eyes, full heart…

Damn I’m good; I should be on Oprah.

With that in mind, we tackle Halloween. It’s time to wake up and recognize the torment we cause our children with refined sugar and processed junk. Quite simply, cut the cord with candy, and embrace the “trick” component more so than “treat”.

Eight Kick-Ass Alternatives to Halloween Candy

1) Bang-snaps. No friend of mine growing up would ever choose a candy bar over a box of bang snaps.

2) Punching balloons. The Sylvester Stallone of balloons.

3) Random chotskies and party favors from Party City. I really can’t stand this crap – worthless plastic trinkets from China; total garbage. Avoid it if you can, but if you need an easy way out, it’s cheap, kids 4-7 love it, and it’s better for them than candy.

4) Balls. Geometry’s perfect shape. Just get a bucket full of balls, all sizes (bouncy balls, tennis balls, golf balls, ping-pong balls, beach balls and marbles, to name a few).

5) Balsa-wood and foam planes. These are fun, cheap, and full of wonder about the physical world.

6) Glow-sticks. They’re going to want to snap these and have some fun right on the spot.

7) Beef jerky. My wife and kids vote this one down in favor of roasted pumpkin or sunflower seeds, which are also a great choice. Get the kids hooked on healthy, delicious snacks that don’t destroy your body’s organs and systems.

8) Run a neighborhood raffle. Each visitor pulls a ticket, and the next day pick a number (or numbers) out of a hat. Prizes include $20 (or whatever you would have spent on candy) plus household games and toys your kids have outgrown or are tired of. If you don’t want the hassle of holding a subsequent get-together, display the winning number beside your door, and each kid that picks it gets a buck. If you’re budget is $20, and the winning number is six, just put 20 sixes in your basket (and a bunch of other numbers). Plenty of variation on this one. Your house, your odds!

These are a starting point, but get creative and think of some more, then go ahead and add them as suggestions in the comments field.

What about all the treats your kids bring home? In our house, this is a negotiation. I make a cash offer (or use points), and wind up buying most of their candy (except for a few pieces) at a price point we are both comfortable with.

Between school lunches, not to mention sugary holidays like Halloween, Easter, and Valentine’s Day, plus another inevitable birthday party every week, kids get way too many sweets. The result is often a lifetime of poor health, failing, scrambled body systems, and rotten teeth. When it starts this early, the responsibility lies with us as parents. We can play the victim and blame society, or fix the problem.

At BadDaddy, we fix things (or blame ourselves). This one’s easy, and what better time to start than Halloween. So go ahead and be the change you want to see.

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Four Killer Cocktails for the Holiday Weekend

Summer’s winding down, Labor Day is right around the corner, and it’s time to switch up the cocktail menu. It’s too damn hot for another craft beer. Turn on the sprinkler, bust out the Slip ‘N Slide, and pour a round of stiff ones for the neighbors. If the kids are old enough to put themselves to bed, amen, and keep on pouring. Labor Day weekend pairs parents with cocktails like first-graders with gun-hoses and hotdogs with mustard.

It’s 5:00 in Puerto Rico, so let’s get started.

Here in Texas, beer just doesn’t stay cold on Labor Day for more than five seconds, so unless you’re shot-gunning cans of Budweiser like it’s 1999, you’re going to want to focus on spirits. Yep; the hard stuff, served on the rocks, and stiff as a wooden nickel, enough to stand up to the melting ice, screaming kids, and the cold stare of a befuddled neighbor when Skynyrd’s Free Bird comes echoing off your walls after sunset.

At Bad Daddy, we’ve got your three major bases covered, whiskey, tequila, and vodka, plus the Snakebite, a true wildcard. Save the gin for Aunt Maude, and join me for a summer stroll down easy street, where the kids always seem well-mannered, the burgers are juicy and fresh off the grill, and your glass is always half full. Good times, noodle salad.

  1. The Right Way to Make a Margarita

As simple as tic-tac-toe, the summer sombrero of spirits is consistently butchered by corporate conglomerates selling neon sugar-water up and down the grocery isles like a nuclear meltdown. I’ve had better drinks at ChuckeCheeses (mostly smuggling them in).

Just remember the ratio “3:2:1”, and you’ll get it right every time.

Three parts Camarena tequila, two parts fresh lime juice, and one part Contreau (if your budget is tight, sub Bols triple sec). Pour over ice, lean back, and put your feet up.

The secret, my friends, is not just to avoid the mixers, but buy some ripe, bulging green limes (C cups if you can find ‘em) and juice ‘em yourself. Don’t and I mean NEVER use store-bought mixer or prepackaged lime juice. You’re a head-of-household now, damn it. Get yourself a mechanical juicer. Then smash it over your knee, throw it out on the street, go back to Target with a wad of crisp fifties, and buy another one. Use it at work, call it a business expense, and deduct it on your income tax return.

  1. Ted Turner’s Big Sky Lemonade

Turn off CNN, and get your hands wrapped around Ted Turner’s best accomplishment since the 1995 Atlanta Braves. This is my official personal cocktail for Summer 2017. I’m drinking one right now.

If the Margarita is remembered as 3:2:1, this one is even easier, at 1:1:1. One part Jim Beam Kentucky Bourbon, one part Contreau, and one part lemonade. Serve over ice in a tumbler. There are plenty of variations on the whiskey-lemonade, but none better than this.

I can’t take the credit; it’s on the menu at Ted’s Montana Grill in Atlanta, but I turned up the octane on the ratios like the bad-ass daddy that I am. These flavors come together like a warm summer breeze and an afternoon sun-shower under a giant Texas oak tree. Make two, set up a movie theatre out in the yard, grab your wife by the jean shorts, and pull her close. Life’s too short to quibble about finances. Kiss and make-up already.

  1. ATX Peach Tea

ATX means Austin, TX, and it doesn’t get any easier than this. I invented it one afternoon when I wanted something like an Arnold Palmer, but with a short skirt, cowboy boots, and the bounce of a young brunette in the beginning of her second trimester (sorry, Ashley just walked by…).

The ratios are 1:1 here, half Austin’s own Deep Eddy Peach Vodka, and half Blackberry Peach Iced Tea (Republic of Tea brand). Serve it over ice in mason jars. Three drink minimum, and no screen time allowed.

Tell Alexa to put on some John Mellencamp (Small Town or Little Pink Houses) and turn off the record feature for the night (sorry CIA). These taste so good the kids wouldn’t know the difference if they came packaged in a juice box. It’s like being in a Pixar movie, or that time you ate mushrooms in college. Everything is just more vivid.

  1. The Snakebite

The day will come when you’ve finally overplayed the Margarita, even done right, but still crave tequila in something other than a shot-glass. It took me twenty years, but it happened in the Fall of 2015. We stumbled on this by confusing a recipe in a token cocktail book, and have been thanking fate ever since. It’s 10x better this way.

Recipe: Four equal parts, Camarena tequila, Contreau, Drambuie, and freshly squeezed lemon juice (not lemonade). Add a few drops of Angostura Bitters to each glass after pouring over a tumbler of ice. Don’t serve these before 4:00 PM. Few have the stamina to go all day after a few rounds of Snake Bites. This one goes best with some acoustic guitar. Bust it out if you got one, or put on some Sheryl Crow.

I still remember the sparkle in Ashley’s eyes when she tried it (in a sky blue tanktop, dark tan, tight white skirt, and cowboy boots, again…).

For those that lost count, these recipes are about as strong as a steel girder, so leave the calendar open on Tuesday morning. Percentage spirits (80-proof) are as follows-

Margarita:                         67%

Big Sky Lemonade:         67%

ATX Peach Tea:                50%

Snake Bite:                        75%

Yep; a little garnish goes a long way around here, and you deserve something more this Labor Day than a shiny Coors Light warming in the hot summer sun. You can tune up or down to taste, but these are the sweet spots to start your engines.

Just confirm your guests are walking home, and hide your mother-in-law’s keys. Mine got pulled over and handed the cop her debit card after we invented the Snakebite. Enjoy!!

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The Pros and Cons of Having Another Baby

Newsflash

Just got the news; Ashley and I are expecting TWINS, due 02/14. An eight and six-year-old already, it’s the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre. Holy s—. I am completely unprepared. I thought twins only happened to couples doing fertility drugs or In Vitro.

For five years, we toyed with the idea of having a 3rd child, and at my pleading, erred on caution. Two kids are overwhelming as-is, and why dump a tried and true man-to-man defense for a three-on-two zone (let alone 4:2). Who am I, LeBron James?

Plus, we hit the genetic jackpot, rolling one of each on the first try. We got daddy’s little girl in ’09, and sure enough, we nailed the boy on round two. Bull’s eye! (The first one doesn’t really matter, but the tricky roll is making it fall the other way the next time).

So, what’s left to do?

As the clock ticked on, we decided to “let it happen if it happens”. Famous last words.

The further you get from diapers, the more only good memories remain. Cooing, crab-crawling, and first giggles stand out more than sleepless nights. Damn nostalgia.

The inventory

With two more on the way, walk with me through the pros and cons of having another baby. It’ll be therapeutic (in my state of shock), and instructional for those on the fence-

Pro: You get to start the whole merry-go-round all over. They do grow up fast; we all get this now. Having little ones keeps you young. Call it prolonging the magic (like that Cake album, except it costs a few hundred thousand dollars and two decades of your life).

Con: Chaos in life is the square of your kid count (twice the kids means 4x the chaos; that’s Dora’s Sixth Law). It also means less attention per child. Suddenly, the apple-of-your-eye toddler mastering algebra and Mandarin is left to fend for herself, following you around crying because she can no longer be in your arms, and doesn’t get why.

Pro: They might lose some attention from you, but they gain a lifelong partner-in-crime. They will have each other long after you’re gone. Having a playmate or two also keeps them endlessly entertained, especially when you and your squeeze need a break.

Con: More airline tickets, hotel rooms, birthday parties, and ughh, the dreaded minivan. Can you really expect to vacation in Hawaii, Breckenridge, or Mexico with more kids in tow? At some point, you’re stuck driving around in circles on the World’s Largest Ball of Yarn Tour (“Tell them what they’ve won, Vanna”… “This whirlwind, jet-setting agenda includes 2,900 miles roundtrip in the Honda Odyssey through fabulous Cawker City, KS, Darwin, MN, Lake Nebagamon, WI, and Branson, MO”). My cousin Todd (two little girls) says the world is made for a family of four (or less). Hard to argue, given standard occupancy at two double beds, rental rates for SUVs, lift tickets, and airfare.

Pro: Make camping your family thing. The national parks are calling your name. Rocky Mountain, Yellowstone, Yosemite, Glacier. Sorry Branson!

Con: College tuition. Actually, this doesn’t matter, given your timeline. The student debt bubble will burst soon. If your kids are young, watch and wait. If they’re not, don’t send them to college in the US without a scholarship. They’ll get more experience with an apprenticeship, by starting a business, learning to sell, or college overseas.

Pro: Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year’s, and 4th of July. You will cherish these forever, and so will they. The more the merrier, when it comes to enjoying holidays with your nuclear family. Picture them all coming home for Christmas, like that movie with Craig T. Nelson (but maybe the mom doesn’t die). Take pictures, and don’t forget to throw the football, smell the turkey, relax, and enjoy the sound of laughter.

Con: More government schooling (or tuition for private school, while property taxes get dumped into the local compulsory education system). No great answers here. Suck it up.

Pro: More grandkids, eventually. My parents and in-laws are loving every minute. Grandkids bring all the joys of parenthood, with none of the burden.

I could go on with cons (pregnancy hormones? diapers? sleep training? ten more years of Disney films that begin with 20-minute self-indulgent shorts?), but I’m starting to nitpick. The big cons are mostly financial, and while those are real concerns, they are also fleeting. Your kids will be earners someday. They will be producers, not takers. Help open their eyes to how the world works, and they’ll be a net positive, in a major way, to your family and the world around them. That is assured. More to peel back on that onion another day, but our cost-benefit analysis is coming into focus.

From a guy who no longer has much choice, I am feeling confident about more rug-rats coming down the pipe. With the right attitude, there isn’t anything we cannot handle.

Final pro: You might get two-of-a-kind with one roll. Snake eyes! I’ll drink to that, and make it a double. Cheers, to starting the merry-go-round all over again. And a toast to your family, and your decision. There are no wrong answers to this question. 😉

Update: Holy s— twins are hard. Put ’em back! Check out The Truth About Babies before you get pregnant again. You’ll thank me.

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