Following the success of Go the F**k to Sleep, Confessions of a Scary Mommy, and Ketchup Is a Vegetable, a collection of funny, warm, and charmingly profane tales from the frontlines of parenthood by the author of the popular Baby Sideburns blog.Once upon a time you and your partner had a perfect life: dinners out, weekend mornings cuddling in bed, brunch with friends. Then you gave birth to a … bed, brunch with friends. Then you gave birth to a poop machine (or two). Now, it’s all about the pediatrician, breast pumps, princess dresses, and minivans. And discovering that your pride and joy is actually a little A-hole.
When your son wakes you up at 3:00 A.M. because he wants to watch Caillou, he’s an a-hole. When your daughter outlines every corner of your living room with a purple crayon, she’s an a-hole. When your rug rats purposely paint the kitchen ceiling with their smoothies, they’re a-holes. At times like these, it’s only natural to want to kill them (or yourself). But it’s against the law (and there’s the suicide hotline). Plus, there’s that whole loving them more than anything in the whole world thing.
In I Heart My Little A-Holes, Karen Alpert shares hilarious stories, lists, and deep thoughts on the joys and horrors of raising children. Accompanied by cheery illustrations and photos I Heart My Little A-Holes will make you laugh so hard you’ll wish you were wearing a diaper.
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Definitely a “R” rating – very strong language but oh-so-true!! We are raising grandkids (after raising our own) but at least this batch was toilet trained when we got them!
Hilarious, just remind yourself it’s a comedy!
I recommend for people who have small children and aren’t upset by some gritty language.
Boring with a side of rude language, which in and oil f itself is not bad, except it lost impact because it was used continously.
Funny. So true. Too much cursing for me!!
I know it was satire, but too sarcastic for me
I enjoyed the book very much. I was ready to read another like it.
This book would have been so much better with out the foul language.
Not for me. I couldn’t get past the first few chapters. Trying too hard for laughs. This book would discourage anyone from having kids. Yes, raising kids is super hard work and frustrating at times, but jeez…
Vocabulary needs work
So disappointing.
It’s always fun to read funny parenting stories of things that we all go through. It’s nice to hear other parents having the same crazy issues as you do.
However, this book is not one of those books and is not even funny. I had high hopes but I couldn’t even finish it. I guess I don’t have the sense of humor of complaining (bitching/ranting/yelling) about things in an angry way makes it cool.
It started off fine. The intro gave fair warning that this is a ‘no-holds-barred’ account of parenting but it didn’t warn about how angry and increasingly crabby the author would get. Her sarcastic voice seemed amusing at first but it just kept getting worse and worse and totally annoying to me. Everyone she encountered was either some kind of moronic idiot or an asshole. I read about halfway into the book and just couldn’t take it anymore.
A lot of reviews talk about how much bad language she uses. That didn’t bother me too much but be aware that she uses some form of the “f-word” – usually in the form of “F’ing” – on almost every page.
I’m glad I read this book through Amazon Prime Reading so I didn’t actually pay directly for it.
It’s my fault for buying this book as I didn’t like the title. But I thought maybe it would be funny anyway. Nope. Couldn’t get past the complaining and narcissism.
I love this lady’s approach to motherhood – raw, honest, and pee-your-pants funny, it serves as a not-so-gentle reminder that a sense of humor (not to mention a profanity laced internal monologue) is an essential survival skill when dealing with one’s adorable little a-holes. I burned through it in a day and a half and shared vignettes with my mommy friends and co-workers, as well as sharing Baby Sideburns’s Mother’s Day wish list with hubby. I sooooooooo want the ‘leave me the hell alone’ coupons with no expiration date, and any mom who says she doesn’t is either lying or heavily medicated.
I’ll be gifting copies of this book for Christmas and baby showers. It’s that awesome!
Often amusing but this author seems to be obsessed with her baby’s poopy diapers.
Hilarious
0 stars for this book. It wasn’t funny at all. It just read like a very long list of one liners liberally laced with the F-bomb. I stopped reading about 20% of the way through it.
The book has many funny quips and anecdotes, but the pervasive vulgarity is just unnecessary. Sometimes vulgarity helps make a point or causes you to chuckle, but more often than not in this book it was unhelpful and detracted from the narrative. I gave up after about 20 pages.
Filled with constant epithets about poop and poop making. She claims to love her children, but the constant complaining was wearying.
This book is ideal for anyone who finds the word “poop” hysterical on a constant basis, and agrees that everything is F*king good or bad. I would have given it a lower score but there were passages that were well thought out and well presented. I wished there had been more of them.
Lost it funny after too many “f” words m ade it through 3 chapters. Three books in a row I started before the “f” word got to me.