Results tagged “babies”

Kate Hudson wants A-Rod as a sperm donor, In Touch magazine reports. Says a "friend of Hudson" (ahem): "She just turned 30 and she's ready to have her second child...so she brought up the idea to Alex and told him that they would make a beautiful baby together, and that she would assume all financial responsibility."

Eww...Somehow we haven't ever before considered the potentially toxic chemicals in such seemingly innocuous every-day items as baby bottles, but now we're eying all the plastic around us with new suspicion. The chemical in question today is bisphenol A, or BPA, which the state House just voted to ban from baby bottles, sippy cups and water bottles sold here. How timely--today, six of the largest manufacturers of baby bottles announced they're not even going to make BPA-contaminated products anymore, according to the Washington Post.

If you are very lucky, old friends will on occasion fly across the country to visit you. They’ll sit on your couch and tell you which of your college chums became a body builder. When necessary, they’ll gently remind you whatever dating mishaps have recently befallen you, nothing could top the Beckett-quoting fool you were smitten with freshman year. These friends are to be treasured, given fresh towels and mints on their pillow. The morning after they arrive, when they make not a peep about your tiny bed or your 5’5” shower head--well then, then they should be given popovers. Steaming hot, fluffy popovers. Preferably with cheese and fresh jam.

Eaten: An onion burger and brick of fries.

Finally, after five years of screwing around, making babies and whatnot, Imperial Teen are back with a new album and touring the country with their made-in-California indie pop.

The Columbia Journalism Review has our number. It's not actually true that Baby Einstein videos "suck the vocabulary out of your kid's brain." Wea culpa.

Dan Savage and Jamie Pederson aren't the only gay dads in town--apparently there's a whole bunch, and some of them are looking to form a support group. "My partner and I had a baby a few months ago and were surprised at the lack of support, social outlets for Gay men with babies/kids so we decided to get off our ass and start one ourselves," says Larry Nicholas. Good on ya, Larry. They're meeting at Cal Anderson this Sunday at 11am.

We don't have a lot of parenting pet peeves. Little Miss Seattlest has already picked up our usual response to a lot of great debates: "Whatever."

A while ago we were looking for a picture of a mojito and in our search we ran into local author (and mojito photographer) Amanda Ford. She told us she had a book coming out and we said, Great, let us know when it's on the shelves and we'll interview you.

Last night Robert H. Frank, the author of 'The Economic Naturalist' and a professor of Economics from Cornell University, spoke at the University Bookstore about his new book You may, if you are widely-blog-read, recognize his name from recent excerpts posted to the Freakonomics blog.

The seventh and final Harry Potter book comes out this Friday at midnight and OH BOY are we excited.

As a teenager, Seattlest loved posters. We plastered Miami Vice stills rock gods, Tiger Beat pages swimsuit models and sports stars on our walls with tacks, tape and that white boogery stuff. Some boys grow up and out of the phase. Others become obsessed with poster art, set up savings accounts for Flatstock, and bitch about those who “flip,”—resell high-demand gig posters—for a steep profit. (We fall somewhere in between.) Artillery Design, a new site from Seattle-based artist extraordinaire Brad Klausen, should satisfy the latter group.

We had an AHA! moment last night when we first started hearing about the Veggie-Booty-and-salmonella mash-up. The P-I reports:

More than 50 people in 17 states, mostly children age 3 and younger, were infected with salmonella bacteria after eating Veggie Booty, according the U.S. Food and Drug Administration's Web site.

This week's Comment of the Week was posted as a reply to a post about an immigration announcement out of the office of Mayor Greg Nickels and uses the word "homo" six times, including such creative constructions as "homo liberals," "homo culture," and "liberal homos."

Apparently its that time of year again, since at least one Seattlest contributor witnessed a few crow attacks on civilians in the past week, including an attack on his own feeble, defenseless person by a pair of crows on the north side of Freeway Park earlier this week. They swooped down from behind at his head, squawking, and followed him halfway through the park. Upon exiting the south side on Seneca he observed a different pair of crows swooping down at other people.Then today he spotted yet another attack on an innocent pedestrian.

All across the Ist-A-Verse (or at least the American parts thereof), writers and editors are in the midst of enjoying their three-day weekend. But after the week we've all had, we feel like the break is not only needed, but deserved. Just look at everything we've been doing!

It wasn't. At all. However.

Seattlest is a horrible role model. If we're not pickling our livers at famous local dives then we are snorting rat droppings in our basements. Either that or we're licking rusty old rail track. That's the price we pay to bring you, dear reader, this here fine reportage. In short: Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be Seattlests. Get out of this dirty dirty town and consider playing hooky on the next available gorgeous day to head on up to Skagit County for the annual Skagit Valley Tulip Festival.

We here in the Ist-A-Verse know that we're sensational, but it's very rare that we get a chance to be sensationalistic. This week, we've decided to have ourselves a little fun and try our hand at tacky tabloid headlines, using nothing more than our favorite posts from this week.

A friend of ours asked the other day: "So, if you were going to have pancakes for dinner, where would you go? How about for breakfast?"

Charges against Marie Robinson have been dropped and she'll probably be turned over to a state mental hospital. Marie Robinson was facing murder charges after authorities arrived at her apartment to find her drunk with two of her three children starved to death - a 6-week-old and a 16-month-old died (although she believes they were "kidnapped by a secret police agency that wants to stop her from doing scientific research"). Her 2-year-old lived by eating uncooked rice and pasta.

Texas is thawing, the Northeast is freezing, and a sort of natural order seems almost restored to the Ist-A-Verse. Almost.

Josh Brown is a strong Christian, so he may be uncomfortable with what we are about to say, however, we've been screaming it for hours, so why stop now?

Ok, our little shout-out to the organizers of the Mars Hill direct action earlier today worked, and we're sorry to be so pushy about it, but we're glad it worked. We should have done that days ago.

--USS Mariner convinces us that Richie Sexson must go.

Saturday night at Chop Suey, Indiana's Murder by Death stuck out like a broken thumb. They were, of four acts, the only one without Franz Ferdinand-style "Dance to me!" percussion, the only band that silenced the formidable teenage-girl contingent, and the only one that rocked.

What did we learn at trivia last night?

Bummed by bumper-to-bumperdom, Seattlest recently jumped off I-5 and onto Route 99 for a journey north. Late for an appointment, we now had limited time for a much-needed snack. We wanted it quick, cheap, and crisp. Yes, we had a crispy craving (not to be confused with a Krispy Kreme).

The fourth annual KEXP BBQ took place on a day that couldn't have been much prettier. Not a cloud in the sky, so Seattlest was diligent about applying tons o' sunblock and sticking to the shade. This year, the event was all ages, meaning that the area in front of the stage was divided into drunk and sober sections, and the audience featured a lot of cute wittle babies. We witnessed a grand total of four breast-feeding sessions, which we found to be unnatural and borderline obscene.

In the Seattle Times this morning there's an article on how Ron Sims' early efforts to raise awareness around global warming, in 1988, made him the laughingstock of the Times editorial page, who accused him of "belching" hyperbolic rhetoric: