As you might have gathered by now I can be insufferably smug about what a great job I think I'm doing raising my kids by myself. Whenever I start to smell a whiff of pity coming from anyone about my little family of three my back gets up and I proudly say that we three are doing just fine, thank you. I was a guest on the Dr. Drew show last month and I'm a big fan of his but when he told me, "Of course, your daughter will need a same-sex adult to talk to as she goes through puberty," I wanted to punch him in the nose.
But raising a little girl baby, as I've done, was one thing, raising a gorgeous little tween on the fast track to being a teen is quite another. Damn that Dr. Drew. He was right!
Of course I'm doing my best, I've become a whiz at detangling and braiding her hair, but there are just some things that make me feel woefully inadequate. When I'd first returned to New York from LA two years ago I'd found her an amazing, young pediatrician. I picked her for both kids explicitly because of how great she'd be with Ava as she got older. Then my insurance changed and forced me to switch doctors.
A few years ago very good female friend suggested that I buy, "The Care and Feeding of You," by the American Girl folks. Although I can't understand why those damn dolls cost so much, nor why my little girl is addicted to them, I do like the magazine for her and the historical novels are smart. If you have a little girl and you're visiting New York and want to see her eyeballs pop of her head then take her to the American Girl Place off of Fifth Avenue. It's Graceland for girls who like dolls.

Anyway, as I describe in Bedtime Stories, I ordered the book on Amazon two years ago when Ava was seven. I knew I was jumping the gun but I'm a recovering Boy Scout so wanted to be prepared. As soon as the book arrived I opened it up randomly and found myself staring at a two-page spread of a cartoon vagina. I closed up the book and haven't opened it since. Now that she's knocking on ten, however, I think I have to crack it open again. The only problem is that of course now that I need it I can't find it.
This is where A, my amazing girlfriend, is coming to the rescue. She's amazing with my little angel. Sure, I guess I could do it all if I were forced to, but I'm appreciating A more and more and more.