Idaho dad Anthony Doerr takes a break from hipster parenting to agonize over the devastating amount of trash his family generates. His, yours and ours, that is:
Before I became a parent, I didn't bother to think about garbage all that much. Lately, I can't seem to forget it. Maybe this is partly because parenting in the new millennium converts average, sane humans into trash-making fiends. Disposable diapers, wipes, nipples, formula bottles, breast pads--eventually, they all end up smelling bad, and they all end up in the garbage. Car seats, pack 'n' plays, high chairs, cribs, fold-up strollers--they all come in big boxes, sheathed in plastic bags, clamped in Styrofoam.Letters from Idaho: Garbage Night [themorningnews.org]
Toys might be the worst offenders: Most come in boxes inside boxes, wired in with diabolical 6-inch twist ties or screwed with actual screws into plastic backings. For even the most garbage-conscious parent, holidays, baby showers, and birthdays can become Saturnalias of trash-making: paper plates, batteries, invitations, half-eaten chunks of cake.
Previously: Anthony Doerr takes his kids to his childhood home.