LAUGH OUT LOUD!!! So funny, so real!!!!

There is LOL and then there is LAUGH. OUT. LOUD.! I have never laughed out loud so much in a book! Found it hilarious! Just loved the whole way she wrote it. to rate it out of five stars I give it double 5 !

I loved some parts of this book and was indifferent to other parts. There were parts I laughed out loud at, parts that made me feel I was not alone in some of my feelings about the not-so-sunshiny aspects of motherhood. There were other parts where I disagreed with her take or just didn't find as funny as she did. It was definitely a fun read, and worth picking up if only to flip though for a few laughs.

A very honest look at motherhood.

I agree with the other comment. I was honestly thought this book was going to be hilarious. read the first few pages and didn't pick it up again.

When I picked up Karen Alpert's book at the library and flipped through the contents, I thought: I'll either find this hilarious or obnoxiously offensive. Unfortunately...

If you appreciate crass, expletive-filled, snarky comments on bodily functions, you'll probably get a kick out of "I Heart My Little A-Holes." If you enjoy bombardment from vulgar descriptions of poop and vomit and endless derogatory comments about parents and children, you may appreciate Alpert's meanderings. Otherwise, expect to get a few chuckles out of the first 20 pages, then toss the book aside in disgust.

The author claims to love her kids to pieces but she (only semi-wittily) complains about virtually every aspect of parenting. She discusses unnecessary baby gear, taking two young children to a public washroom (when "you thought keeping one kid's hands out of the frigging tampon trash can in the public restroom sucked") and dealing with other moms (“I’m sick of moms trying to make other moms feel like shit….Moms bragging. Moms being all Judgy McJudgy. Moms giving other moms assholey looks”).

Though I can admit to dropping the occasional f-bomb in my 3.5 year old son's presence, Alpert's sarcastic and excessive use of the word quickly becomes irritating. Her descriptions of messy diapers are simply gross and a series of chapters with titles like, “Allllllll the ways my body is different (i.e., sucks balls) after carrying two poop machines” and “An open letter to my vajayjay” incites cringes.

An over-the-top, scattered and tiresome attempt at parenting humor.