This classic psychological case study focuses on one talkative child's emerging ability to use language, her capacity for understanding, for imagining, and for making inferences and solving problems. In wide-ranging essays, scholars offer multifaceted linguistic and psychological analyses of two-year-old Emily's bedtime conversations with her parents and pre-sleep monologues, taped over a fifteen-month period. In a foreword written for this new edition, Emily, now an adult, reflects on the experience of having been a research subject without knowing it.

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 children’s book for adults in the vein of the mega-bestselling Go the F**k to Sleep, The Kid in the Crib brilliantly reimagines the Dr. Seuss classic, The Cat in the Hat, for beleaguered parents struggling with the anxieties and challenges of parenting in the 21st century. It substitutes the typical worries, frustrations, and challenges of modern parenting for Seuss's original story about a kindly feline and the children he befriends. It lays out the daily power struggle between parents as they each insist that it's the other one's turn to deal with the befouled diaper, and the bleary-headedness that coincides with an infant's sleeping patterns. Parents will chuckle as they read "The kid spat up white/The kid spat up green/The kid spat up more spit up/Than we'd ever seen." This pitch-perfect parody—expertly illustrated by graphic designer Felix Schlater—paints an honest portrait of parenting that will have moms and dads nodding in recognition and howling with laughter. And it is a story that parents will delight in reading, both to each other--and even to their kids someday.

Twenty-nine infants spanning two generations of one family have died a crib death. Dr. Stuart Rice knows there must be a link. The search for the answer becomes his obsession . . . and a lesson in terror.

In the tradition of the Stations of the Cross. Fr. Nassal leads us through 15 Stations of the Crib, a journey to the manger and the mission that lies beyond it. Drawn from the infancy narratives in Luke and Matthew, these poetic reflections are filled with stories, images and insights that entertain, enlighten and engage.

I used to be billionaire Wallace W. Wadsworth IV.Not anymore.I am Womb Number 3.I am a human slug in a rubber cocoon: bound, gagged and helpless.If I'm good, they say, I may emerge someday as Baby Wiggles: a newborn girl in diapers, colorful plastic panties, froufrou dresses and frilly bonnets.But for now I am just an embryo. I cannot see. I cannot speak. I cannot touch. I can barely hear. I am completely at the mercy of others for all my needs.It's all my mistake. I let things get out of control.I've always had fantasies about being an adult baby, dominated and degraded.I designed and built my own nursery. And when my wife ignored my needs, I hired other women to come to our mansion and indulge me.One day, my wife decided to take control. But not in the way I hoped.I should have been suspicious when she got me to dress in diapers and dainties. But I played along. I let her fetter and gag me. Stupid me! Before I knew it, I was being shipped off to The Asylum for the Creative Reintroduction of Infantile Behavior (CRIB). What a cruel twist!I have long been an advocate of diversion programs for scoundrels, slackers, and hooligans. That's why, at my wife's urging, I created a foundation to underwrite the entire construction and operation of CRIB.That's right! I'm paying for the whole darn asylum!Now I am its captive.I have been diapered, dressed in humiliating toddler outfits, forced fed, chained up, spanked, caned, and caged. I have had to crawl, to beg for punishment, and to surrender control completely.But there is a bright side.I am smitten.I have finally found a woman who understands.She likes being an adult baby, too. Her alphabet blocks -- like mine -- spell out ABDL, DDLG, and BDSM.We could baby one another.I'd love it.She'd love it.We've talked about it. We've embraced it. We would be together right now if it wasn't for that one terrific yet terrifying moment that changed everything.Will I see her again?Will she want me?Will I still be worth loving?I don't know.I'm here in The Womb.I am completely in the dark about the future.This book is intended for a mature readership 18 years of age and older.

A review of research on learning and infancy, drawn from hundreds of case studies, shows how children by the age of three are virtual learning machines and discusses how parents can help this learning process.

A big boy and his best stuffed friend seek the courage to move to a gigantic new bed.

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.

Austin Watkins, 35 and a single father, finds himself in a precarious situation. Currently locked up in Chicago's Cook County Jail, he knows that Fredquisha, the trifling mother of his only daughter, is a despicable, careless and reckless THOT who is the antithesis of caring, loving black motherhood.Wanting to see her son gain full redemption from his current situation, Delores Watkins, better known as Mrs. Watkins, is also hellbent on rescuing Austin's six-year-old daughter, Myyah, from the clutches of relentless psychological, emotional and physical abuse she suffers at the hands of Fredquisha. Hoping her son works hard to change the course of his life for the betterment of his daughter, Mrs. Watkins explores the possibility of challenging Fredquisha's custody of Myyah. But as she navigates the complex, red-tape filled bureaucracy of child welfare services, Mrs. Watkins decides to take things in her own hand and is willing to put her life on the line for the salvation of her granddaughter. Fredquisha Pierce, a native of the dangerous Englewood, Chicago, could give a two sh!ts about the welfare of her daughter. Her mission in life is simple. Get money, smoke good weed and ride bomb d--k. Nothing more, nothing less. After meeting a potential new bae, Fredquisha needs to make some lifestyle changes so she can upgrade her section 8 squalor living situation. However, a looming pregnancy threatens to unravel her plans for a big come up.This book is another episodic chronicle born out of the dark, gritty, social drama storytelling talent of urban fiction mastermind QUAN MILLZ. THIS HOE GOT ROACHES IN HER CRIB will deliver a gut-punching blow to those who don't understand the many trials and tribulations single fathers go through to rescue their children from manipulative ratchet women who use the family court system to their advantage.-This is a work of satirical fiction that could be described as a dark comedy combined with social commentary. In no way do the descriptions of the characters reflect my personal feelings or beliefs in regards to those of African descent, particularly Black women. The stereotypes employed in the book are deliberate in that I attempt to cast a light on the state of contemporary urban pulp fiction.