25 Photos That Show The Special Bond Between A Bride And Her Besties

When you’re a kid, you exchange friendship bracelets with your best pals. When you’re an adult, you ask those people ― sisters, cousins, friends and roommates ― to be your bridesmaids.
Below, 25 photos that capture that sweet and silly bond between brides and their besties. 
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Redesigned Hospital Gowns Are Helping Young Patients Feel More Like Themselves

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The Best Thing I Did for My Wife During a Hard Pregnancy

What is the best thing you have done for your pregnant wife? originally appeared on Quora – the knowledge sharing network where compelling questions are answered by people with unique insights.

Answer by Martyn V. Halm, father of two, on Quora:

When my wife was pregnant with our son, the pregnancy hardly seemed to affect her. We even went motorcycle camping while she was five months pregnant and she had to hold her leather motorcycle pants together with a big safety pin because they wouldn’t zip up anymore.
Her second pregnancy wasn’t as easy. After the first few months, she developed Symphysis Pubis Dysfunction, which caused her pain when walking, and fluid retention caused her hands to swell painfully, making housework nearly impossible.
I took care of the daily chores, worked full-time, took our son to daycare, cleaned up after my wife, made sure the shelves were well stocked, and took care of my wife as best I could, but the thing she remembers most fondly are my calm reassurances, even when the hormones wreaked havoc and she became emotionally unstable, going from laughter to fury to tears in a heartbeat. I bore her verbal abuse calmly and kept our son occupied with playdates and other activities to shield him from seeing his mother’s crying jags or impotent anger.
Although I told her that I knew it was the hormones and that it would be over once she delivered the baby, she still praises my fortitude in bearing the brunt of her horrible behavior.
After our daughter was born, all her symptoms vanished and she could pick up her life again. Our son was worried about her the first few months, having witnessed a few early explosions of fury when my wife was in a bad state, but he quickly realized his sweet mommy was back.
So I guess the best thing a husband can do for his wife is to be there for her, rain or shine.

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Why I'm A Parent Who Doesn't Care

I used to care a whole lot about EVERYTHING. And I mean, everything. I was quite a terrorist, if you ask Husband and my firstborn. I used to care what people thought about me and my parenting choices. I used to care about what my kids looked like, because, of course, they always had to be dressed impeccably — in the right shoes and the right shirts and the right pants, with their hair combed just so, because people needed to know we were killing it as parents of six. I used to care about getting places on time and how we looked walking the streets of our city and what my kids’ behavior said about me.

I know better now.

My kids are their own people, and while I’m the shepherd who guides them in their journeys, they are not exact replicas of me (nor would I want them to be. I’m far from perfect, too.).

What I have realized in my years of parenting is that I often care too much about what the people think. So I’ve resolved to stop caring. Here are the top things I will stop caring about:

1. I don’t care what you think about how many children swarm around me and call me Mama.

We get a whole lot of stares when we’re out in public, and we’re out in public a lot, because we like doing things together as a family. And I get it. We have a lot of kids, and they’re all boys. We’re quite a sight to see, honestly. I’ve started telling myself that people are staring at us because they’ve never seen boys so well behaved. But every now and then, someone walks up to shatter that perception, because the judgement is practically dripping from their eyes, and if it wasn’t dripping from their eyes, I would find it pretty quickly in the tone they use to say these words: “These all yours?” We’ll politely say, yes, they all belong to us. “My God,” they’ll say. “Ever heard of birth control?” or something along those no-filter lines, at which point we’ll walk away, because our kids deserve better than that. They really are good boys, and they don’t need to know how ugly the world can be just yet.

So I’ve stopped caring about what people think of my choice to have half a dozen kids. You can think what you want. You can think I’m ruining the planet because I’m contributing to overpopulation. You can think I’m irresponsible and selfish in this irresponsible and selfish choice. You can think it’s just a waste of space in our society. You can think I’m crazy or ignorant or unschooled or back woods or ridiculously ridiculous. I don’t even care.

2. I don’t care if you could never imagine yourself doing what I do on a daily basis.

Recently I read an essay urging the moms of the Internet to stop being so sensitive to the things that people say to them. Maybe it’s true that sometimes we get a little sensitive about the things people say. But I like to think that I can always tell when people mean well and when they don’t. There’s something in the eyes. I’ve always been good at reading the eyes, because I was a political reporter for a while, and I got really good at spotting the liars and the judgmental and the hostile. There’s always something in the eyes.

The ones who mean well, there’s a lot more forgiveness and grace for them, in my book. Go ahead. You can joke with me about how I have a basketball team with a sub or how I must have been going for a girl or how there are so many of them, everywhere, you can’t get away from them because I can see in your eyes that you mean well and you’re actually quite delighted.

But the ones who don’t mean well, they should just stop talking.

It’s often that we will hear from people, “I don’t know how you do it.” Mostly it’s said out of admiration, but every now and then, there’s a crazed person who makes a beeline for our family when we’re crossing the Alamo Plaza in the great city of San Antonio, just so they can say, “I can’t imagine having that many kids,” and look at our kids like they’re some kind of monsters who will take over the planet and eat the brains of all the much-more-capable-and-desirable adults.

Call me crazy, but I’m not a big fan of my boys standing in front of a person who makes them feel like there’s something wrong with who they inherently are, just because there are six of them. The oldest is getting old enough to pick up on this scorn. But you know what? I don’t care anymore if you think you could never imagine yourself doing laundry for six kids every week or teaching six kids every day or feeding six kids every hour. I don’t care if you think I was a nutcase for choosing this kind of life for myself. I don’t care. Shut your mouth and move along. This is family time. Not let’s-see-what-a-stranger-thinks-about-all-these-children time, despite what you may think.

3. I don’t care if the way my kids are dressed makes them look like orphans.

My kids dress themselves. That means many times, they don’t have matching shoes or they’re wearing one flip flop and one tennis shoe, because their solution for “I can’t find my other Iron Man tennis shoe” is to leave one tennis shoe on and let the other foot carry green flip flop. They have holes in their jeans, because they walk on their knees half the time. They have unbrushed hair, because they can’t be bothered to put a comb through their tangles, and I’m too busy feeding a baby or cleaning up another glass of spilled milk or hugging a 4-year-old. They have smudges on their faces, because they’re like magnets for dirt.

All of this doesn’t mean we don’t take good care of them. It just means kids get to dress however they want (with gentle suggestions from Mama and Daddy) and deal with the consequences of their choices. Like shorts in 40-degree weather.

So I don’t care what other people think about what my kids look like. I don’t care if you think we’re not taking care of them or if you wonder whether we’re those crazy people who don’t bathe our kids every day (we don’t). I don’t care if you think I’m a negligent mother (I’m not) or if you think I have no style (not much) or if you think they just get to run around like hoodlums outside (yeah, mostly).

4. I don’t care what you think my kids’ behavior says about me.

It’s amazing to me how much people forget about the day in, day out battles of raising children. I’ve heard already-raised-their-kids parents rake younger parents over the coals, because their kids never had a tantrum, and even if they did, it was only once, because blah blah blah. Whatever.

So my kid had a tantrum. Stop giving me the stink-eye. So my kid won’t stop whining and it’s super annoying. So my kid didn’t want to leave the park and kicked some of the mulch, and it got in his twin brother’s eye. Yeah, that’s not allowed, but you know what? It happens. Emotions can’t always be controlled perfectly. And just because I understand that doesn’t mean he’s not gong to deal with the consequences of his actions, but it does mean that I’m going to first empathize with my kid about how hard it is to leave a park when we’re having fun. Mind your own business and let me take care of it.

I don’t care if you think I’m too strict. I don’t care if you think I’m too lenient. I don’t care if you think I’m probably not the best one for this job. I don’t care. I’ll parent my kids however I want to parent them, because I’m the one who knows them best. I know their tendencies and their struggles and their pitfalls, and, most of all, I know their hearts. You don’t, in your one glance my way.

I don’t care what other people think about us anymore. I don’t care if you hate families and despise children, because you think they have nothing to offer the world. I know who we are, and I know who my kids are, and I know how much value they have to offer, and I know that they will one day change this world they’re living in.

That makes me glad I have six of them to raise.

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Entry 24 Ayara Resort — Our Last Night In Phuket Part 3

Continued from >>> Entry 23

(This is so hard for me to write now. Even after the fact I am twitchy and sick to my stomach reliving that night)

We were led into a small dark office and questioned as to what we were doing with the baby. ” I am his grandmother and we are taking him to live in the United States”, my hands were beginning to shake uncontrollably as I produced all the papers we were told we needed to show Customs if any problems arose. “Where is the child’s mother? We will need to speak to her.” WHAT? “Why?” This was the one thing we had not prepared for. We had no idea where A was. I tried to call her on my cell phone. No one answered. I called Mia in the US. She tried to calm my rising hysteria. I called Tarn, who told me she would tell the officers she was the baby’s mother. “No, you cannot do that. They can see from the cell phone you are not.” Two more officers came into the room. One of them was accusing me of not being the baby’s grandmother. He then looked at Rick’s passport and surmised that Rick was not in Thailand with me when I first came to Phuket after Josh died. “So what? What does that have to do with anything?” He kept pointing to Rick’s passport and saying, “You were not here March 1” “We need to speak to the mother.” The smaller and nastier officer proceeded to look through a huge loose leaf binder filled with baby pictures….then looked at Christian. Christian began to wail and I picked him up to comfort him. Just then a female officer wearing surgical gloves reached in front of me for Christian. I yelled at Rick and Rick stepped in front of her. She backed away and I turned from her with the baby in my arms. I would sooner die than have them take Christian out of my arms. The papers that I had laid out for Customs to see had fallen off the counter and were all over the floor.
As Rick stooped to pick them up, I noticed another computer with a picture of A on it! It looked like a mug shot: a very sullen Thai girl staring straight ahead.
There were 3 male customs officers in this small room and one female officer, Rick, and me holding Christian. A younger taller customs officer entered the room….and then it was over. “You may leave.” What? Just like that. You are free to go. We gathered up everything we could and proceeded to the gate too exhausted and strung out to even speak to one another. At one point Rick looked at me and said, “They were just fucking with us.” In retrospect I think they were inept. There were so many papers it was just easier to make us jump through hoops, in case we were trying to leave the country with this little Thai baby. Thai-American baby. With a dual passport! Issued by The American Embassy!
We sank into the lounge chairs with only minutes to spare before we boarded the plane for Seoul, Korea. It was then my cell phone rang. It was A! “Is everything OK, Mom?” She had received my voice message. I was only too happy to tell her that we hoped it would be. She promised not to turn her phone off until we were in the air.
Christian was now wide awake and charming everybody, especially the flight attendants. I was never so glad in my life we had spent thousands of extra dollars to fly business class. Although the seats on this plane left much to be desired, in retrospect this was the best flight I had ever taken. The seats were lumpy and did not recline all the way but we were asked if we would like a glass of champagne before we took off. I never felt so in need of some form of relaxant. I gulped the champagne, changed Christian, asked for another glass, with one eye on the door waiting for it to close or for 5 angry customs officers to come barging up the aisle. The door closed. I cried and cried and wept with relief, as I nuzzled my grandson on my lap.

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Funny Dad Calls For Velcro On Baby Clothes Because Buttons Are Hard

Jordan Watson from How to Dad has a special request for “baby clothes builders.”
In a new video, Watson called for an end to buttons on baby clothes because his “dad hands” just can’t handle them. 
“I’ve got hands and I’m a dad,” he said. “I’ve got dad hands and dad hands, they don’t deal too well with baby buttons ― so many tiny little baby buttons on tiny little baby clothes. It’s not right.”
His suggestion? More Velcro. Hey, it does work on baby shoes.  — This feed and its contents are the property of The Huffington Post, and use is subject to our terms. It may be used for personal consumption, but may not be distributed on a website.
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Liv Tyler's Breastfeeding Selfie Captures Parenthood's Simple Moments

Liv Tyler is feeling the breastfeeding love.
Two weeks after she and her fiancé David Gardner welcomed their daughter Lula Rose, Tyler posted a sweet breastfeeding selfie on Instagram.

Sunday morning snuggles with my baby girl. So grateful for this precious gift. A photo posted by Liv Tyler (@misslivalittle) on Jul 24, 2016 at 9:54am PDT

“Sunday morning snuggles with my baby girl. So grateful for this precious gift,” she wrote in the caption.
The post received over 100,000 likes, and the comments section is filled with positive messages from fellow breastfeeding mamas.
“Yay, for sweet nursing moments!” wrote one mom. “Thank you for normalizing breastfeeding! You are beautiful inside-out,” added another.
Lula is Tyler’s third child and first daughter. The actress has opened up about breastfeeding before, noting in a 2007 interview with People that she nursed her first son Milo.
Clearly, she’s keeping it up with Lula. 
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My Son Just Created a Pokemon Go Walking Hack, Is Cheating Good Now?

I am going to assume that the majority of my readers live on planet earth, therefore you are familiar with Pokemon Go. Very quick recap for my Martian friends – Pokemon Go is an augmented reality game you play on your phone. You search the real world for virtual Pokemon and try to capture them in Pokeballs.

But Wait, What About the Eggs?

Oh yes, there are eggs in Pokemon Go that need to be hatched. How do you hatch these eggs? By walking…real steps…in the real world. At least that is what I thought until my son came to me and asked if he could strap my $750 phone to our ceiling fan and let it spin around all night.

You see, it didn’t take long for Pokemon Go fans to start to figure out cheats and hacks to avoid this outrageous concept of having to walk to hatch eggs.

No, You Can Not Strap My Phone to a Ceiling Fan

I like Pokemon Go as much as the next zombie, but I did not see things ending well for my phone or the ceiling fan with this particular walking hack.

Now, at this moment, I had two choices as a parent. First, be annoyed my son was spending hours on YouTube trying to figure out how to cheat the walking requirement, when, you know, he could have just been walking. Second, treat this as a learning opportunity and make his little brain work this summer. You know I picked option number two.

If You Are Going To Cheat, You Need to Build Your Own Hack

I sent my 12 year old off with this sage fatherly advice, “If you want to cheat the walking requirement in Pokemon Go, you’ll have to build your own walking simulation machine.” I figured that was the end of that, but it turned out I was the one about to learn a valuable lesson. Never underestimate the determination and intelligence of a child with unhatched Pokemon eggs.

LittleBits + Yard Stick = Pokemon Go Walking Hack

An hour later, my son showed me this –

Yes, I Do Consider This a Proud Parent Moment

My son probably walks about 3-5 miles a day, so, this wasn’t about being lazy and avoiding walking. This was actually a clever time hack. He realized at night, the phone just sits there doing nothing – why not put it to work hatching eggs?

He had a problem and used his brain to find a solution. There was thinking, planning, testing, failure, more testing, more failure and then some success.

A huge shout-out to the littleBits STEAM Student Set. As the video shows, the littleBits made it relatively easy to turn his idea into a reality. LittleBits give kids the tools to make their hacks come to life and that is pretty awesome.

If you are interested in learning more about the littleBits STEAM Student Set, here is the video we did –

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6-Year-Old's Act Of Kindness Touches Hearts Everywhere

After witnessing her daughter’s act of kindness for a homeless man, Kenyatta Lewis learned how selfless kids can be.
According to Today, Kenyatta and her 6-year-old daughter, Janiyah, were leaving a store in Virginia on July 10 when they walked by a homeless man who was crying. Kenyatta shared the encounter on Facebook and wrote that Janiyah told her mom that the man might be “hot and thirsty” and then approached him.
According to the post, Janiyah told the man that the ground was dirty and asked why he wouldn’t go home. The man told her he was homeless.

Kenyatta wrote that what her daughter did next made her “stop and think.” According to the post, Janiyah gave the homeless man a few dollars and told him he should go to McDonald’s. Kenyatta told Today that she later learned why the man was homeless. 
“We had a small conversation and he explained his trailer burnt down and he lost everything including his wife,” Kenyatta said. “I felt for him.”
She also said the man’s “whole face lit up” after witnessing this act of kindness. 
“He even commented on how surprised he was to see all of this coming from a 6-year-old,” Kenyatta told Today. 
As of Tuesday, the Facebook post had more than 180,000 shares. Kenyatta also teamed up with her daughter to start a GoFundMe campaign. According to the fundraising page, the duo are asking for donations of food, water, clothes and shoes to hand out to people in need of those items. Thanks to thoughtful supporters, Kenyatta and Janiyah have already exceeded their $1,000 goal. 
In response to all the feedback she’s received, Kenyatta wrote a Facebook post on July 20 thanking everyone for sharing her story that highlighted such kindness. The next day, she posted about her “amazing daughter” and wrote that she was “so very blessed.”
“I always knew she was a special kind of child but now the world will know,” she wrote. 
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General Mills Expands Massive Flour Recall After Even More Illnesses

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General Mills has expanded its massive flour recall after four more people reported sickness from E. coli likely found in the baking product.
Forty-six people have been sickened so so far during a flour recall that just won’t quit. General Mills first recalled about 10 million pounds of flour in May, saying it could be linked to a breakout of E. coli. Then, this month, they recalled select flavors of Betty Crocker cake mix for the same reason.
This week’s additional recall includes even more flour sold under the brand names Gold Medal, Wondra and Signature Kitchens.

General Mills says some of the flour may be contaminated with E. coli bacteria, which can case diarrhea and abdominal cramps if ingested. Young children and elderly people are especially at risk, according to the U.S. Food and Drug Administration.
The recalled flour products were sold nationwide. So far, 46 people in 21 states have reported illnesses likely linked to the recall. General Mills says these illnesses have come from eating raw dough or batter, not from flour that has been properly baked or cooked. 
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