Tales From The Crib

After agreeing to her husband's suggestion to remain married in name only to create a stable environment for their child, Lucy Klein, while dealing with her strange situation, children's parties, her cousin's wedding to herself, and dating, discovers how to be a great mom without losing her self-identity. Original.

a bare-boned gut-wrenching tale of child-rearing from a young father's perspective.this book was banned and withdrawn by the original publisher in 1994 after complaints arose from people who didn't approve of conflating babies with sexual activity.

Lara Stone is back again, and nine months of being miserably pregnant was nothing compared to how miserable she is now that her baby has actually arrived. But when Lara’s long-estranged dad shows up with a stripper on his arm, her husband begins flirting with a hot twenty-five year old, and her nanny is casting voodoo spells to keep her from losing that last ten pounds, Lara soon finds that sleepless nights, S&M-like pumping bras and a raging case of the post-baby blues are the least of her problems.

Tales from the Crib will make all parental units feel better about themselves—no vegetables required. Let’s be honest. Nobody wants to sit next to that chipper mom at playgroup who knows everything. Please. You want to plop down by the mom who’s just as clueless and cranky as you are and have a good, hearty, conspiratorial laugh together. Because that mom gets it. That mom makes you feel better. That mom isn’t afraid to admit that chicken nuggets are one of her household’s major food groups (though she is fraught with guilt over it). That mom is just like you. That mom is DeeDee Filiatreault—a regular housewife with fairly normal kids (if there is such a thing). But unlike you, she writes all her ridiculous family stuff down (for her newspaper column and blog) with wit, snark, heart, faith, and far fewer swear words than she’s probably thinking. Her writings have yet to appear in the New Yorker or HuffPo, she doesn’t go on morning shows to dole out parenting advice (mainly because she doesn’t really have any), and she doesn’t have a weird, new hook for a “mom-oir”—like how she survived a year of family dumpster-diving or co-parenting her children with wolves. She doesn’t have eighteen kids either, just two. And oh yeah, only one husband (as required by state law). This collection of DeeDee’s favorite columns and writings spans her first near-decade in the mom business. Reading it is like plunking down next to that funny mom at playgroup. You’ll laugh. You’ll cry. You’ll feel less lonely in this thing. And you may even feel a little superior. (That alone might be worth the price tag.) Just come and sit down next to her.