Thanks To ‘Granny Pods,’ Grandparents Can Babysit Your Kids (And Annoy You) In Your Own Yard

Many people today know that, one day, they’ll have to take care of their parents. Once parents get old enough, they might require assistance (whether that’s in their own home or at a senior living community).

What if you wanted to keep your mom, dad, and in-laws nearby? That’s where “granny pods” come in!

These are prefabricated medical cottages that you can install in your backyard. They simply hook up to existing sewer, water, and power lines. The result is a small, adorable cottage your parents will love, with the independence we all crave.

Designed as a high-tech medical cottage, these “pods” have everything.

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They have the look and feel of a small home that can go in your backyard.

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They’re also equipped with cameras at ankle level to give privacy while ensuring the resident hasn’t fallen.

You can even purchase a small lift for people with mobility issues.

There’s a virtual companion system that reminds the resident to take medicine and helps them play music, movies, and games.

The cottages also include a pressurized air system to keep airborne illnesses out.

The result is a place that seniors will love — and you will, too!

Giving everybody what they truly want, these “granny pods” cost $125,000. If you’re interested in picking one up for your parents, or if you just want to install an Airbnb place in your backyard, check them out here.

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Learning How To Mourn My Parents After Their Suicides

“I don’t want to pretend like my parents never existed because they died a death that isn’t as socially acceptable as others.” As told to Krystie Yandoli.

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I was 12 years old when my mom and dad both committed suicide. My dad died first, in March 2003, and my mom in October. Both of my parents suffered from mental illness: My father had deep depression, hypochondria, and anxiety, and my mother also had her fair share of struggles.

Before that, though, they were great parents. The dad I knew for almost all of my life was animated and cheerful; he was bursting at the seams with adventure and excitement. My childhood soundtrack was the drums, didgeridoo, and other instruments he’d play around the house. He loved spending time with me and my mom; we even called our own little family the Three Musketeers.

My parents shared hobbies like gardening — they managed to turn our barren Arizona backyard into a lush landscape of green grass, palm trees, vibrant hibiscus flowers, and even a few banana plants.

But when I was 10, something changed; either that, or I just started to pick up on more of my dad’s anxieties and concerns. Until then, he had loved cooking and enjoyed the process of making and eating food, but when his depression became more and more severe, he became rail thin. Then the music he created started to take on a much sadder tone than usual; he had previously been very talkative, but I noticed he became more and more quiet and withdrawn, and he’d often spend days in bed.

My dad also became convinced he had an intense pain whenever he would pee, despite the countless doctors who told him he was OK and all of the MRIs and CT scans that failed to detect any abnormalities. He thought he was sick until he actually did become sick, and then he lost the desire to exist.

When my dad died, I was having a sleepover at my grandma’s house and we received a frantic voicemail from my mom. She screamed that he was missing, and so was his shotgun. I was whisked away to my aunt’s house while my grandparents and mom searched for him. The next morning I asked my mom if they found him, to which she replied, “Your daddy is dead.”

The best word to describe my mom before my dad’s suicide is effervescent, even when my dad started to get sick. But in the months that followed his death, my mother told me she didn’t want to be a mom anymore. Our refrigerator, which was normally filled to the brim with goodies that my father had cooked, was now bare, only holding prunes and Mountain Dew. Her diet consisted of laxatives, and, as I would later learn, meth.

My mom had become a shell of her former self, a beautiful, vibrant woman who exuded joy and warmth. On the morning she died, she came out of her room to make breakfast for the two of us — it was a Monday but it was also Columbus Day, so I didn’t have to rush off to school — and she told me she loved me. That was the last time I ever saw her alive. Not even a few hours later on that same morning, I heard my mom’s new boyfriend, whom she had been spending a lot of time with, screaming from her bedroom: “Kathy? Wake up!”

Ignoring the barriers and space I normally kept from her and her boyfriend, I barged inside to find her gasping for breath and called 911, but it was too late. My mother — my sweet, smart, hilarious mom — had died from a heart attack caused by a methamphetamine overdose.

In the years after they passed, I was often told that it’s OK for me to feel anger toward my parents for their decisions. For a long time I did. I was very angry, until I came to the realization that even the most happy, loving, and carefree people could potentially be fighting an invisible battle every day of their lives. I know that my parents loved me with all their hearts, and it was not the most autonomous, healthy versions of themselves who chose to end their own lives. They were sick; just because you couldn’t see their illnesses physically doesn’t mean they weren’t suffering.

It’s been a decade since my parents died. It’s difficult enough mourning my parents’ deaths and going through adolescence and now adulthood without my mom or dad, but on top of the sadness I already feel I also have to fight against other peoples’ judgment about suicide. Justifying my need and desire to cope with this tremendous loss of life because my parents committed suicide is a task unto itself.

Most people in my life or who are familiar with my situation think they’re entitled to an opinion about my parents’ deaths because it was “their choice” to end their own lives. There’s so much shame attached to my parents’ deaths because of a lack of understanding about mental illness that sometimes it feels like I’m not allowed to be sad like people who have lost their parents to other diseases.

If my parents died of nearly any other cause within months of each other before I hit puberty, most people would see it as a complete and utter tragedy; they’d readily accept their deaths as worthy of mourning. Instead, I’m often discouraged from talking about my parents and their passing. A lot of my family members — including my maternal grandparents — pretend like neither of my parents ever existed in the first place. There aren’t any photos of my mom or dad in their homes; they never say their names or bring them up in conversations. Their way of grappling with the depressing reality of their deaths is by not acknowledging them at all.

But I don’t want to forget them; I don’t want to pretend like my parents never existed because they died a death that isn’t as socially acceptable as others. They did exist, and their existence was important because they created me. They were responsible for my being, and I love them because unconditional love doesn’t always mean loving and caring about someone in picture-perfect circumstances. Life is messy, human beings are flawed, but we can love them anyway. We do love them anyway. I do not want my parents to be remembered for the illnesses that eventually took their lives. I want them to be remembered for the creative, loving, and special people they were, the same creativity, love, and specialness that still runs through my veins.

So every year on Oct. 1 I celebrate my dad’s birthday with my other grandma, his mother. My grandma buys white roses and lights a white Jewish memorial candle, and we bask in the positive memories and happy moments we shared together. We laugh about how seriously he took his detailed replica miniature ships that he’d build. We talk about the times he played Paul McCartney’s “Maybe I’m Amazed” on the piano, intently stroking each ivory key, while my mother danced along with me in her arms.

My parents are more than just people who ended their own lives; they’re also the people who gave me a magical childhood until they got sick. They’re the people who loved me, who gave me life, and who had no control over the illnesses that took over their bodies.

My grandma and I also celebrate his birthday by releasing white and gray balloons — my dad’s favorite colors — into the Arizona sky; she even draws smiley faces on them before we set them free. We watch them fly up, up, and away until we can’t see them anymore and they get lost in the clouds, trees, and a world beyond the one we know. Maybe one of these days they’ll even reach him.

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You Can Now Pay A Company $32,000 To Give Your Baby A Unique Name

Swiss company Erfolgswelle says it will create a completely original, never-before-used name for your baby.

1. ~Unique~ baby names have become quite A Thing in recent years.

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2. And while names like Prairie and Zola and Jagger may be somewhat unique, some parents really want to take things to the next level.

3. Now Swiss company Erfolgswelle is here to help. It says its team of experts can create a completely original name for your child.

4. So, what do you get for the $32,000 this service will cost you?

5. “We follow a creation process that takes around 100 hours,” Marc Hauser, owner and CEO of Erfolgswelle, told BuzzFeed Life.

The name is chosen by a team of people that includes 14 creative naming experts, four historians, 12 translators who confirm the name doesn’t have bad connotations in another language, and two trademark attorneys who ensure the baby’s name is not registered already as a brand or a product.

6. After brainstorming hundreds of names, Hauser’s team presents 15 to 25 names to the parents.

If the parents don’t like the names, they’ll start another creative round and come up with 10–15 additional names, Hauser said. “The family is always in charge — they have the rudder in their hands.”

7. The team also creates “a new history and mythology” for the new name.

“Based on the elements of the new name, we create a story with a positive message around the name. That’s why all the parts of the name need a positive message in it,” Hauser said. “We often combine words in a new order. It’s like composing music or drawing; like all creatives, we transform existing elements into new, never-heard creations. Or we find fantastic words that were never used before as pre-names.”

8. Hauser would not say how many people have used the service, nor would he reveal any of the winning names to BuzzFeed Life, citing the families’ privacy.

But, he said, chances are high that we’ll hear new names in the future.

9. A word of caution to interested parents: Once the names are out there, anyone can use them.

So while Erfolgswelle can help give your kid an original name, there’s no way to guarantee that it stays original for their entire life.

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7 Easy Scientific Experiments You Should Do With Your Child

Simple ways to make your kid go “ooh” and learn something at the same time. With thanks to the Royal Institution.

1. Making giant bubbles.

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British schools are on half term next week, so your child will be at home, getting under your feet. Here are six simple experiments which you can do with ordinary household objects which should keep them occupied, but, crucially, may actually teach them how to think and act as scientists, as well.

2. Making wine glasses sing.

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These experiments have been put together by the Royal Institution, which is trying to encourage British children to get more involved with science. “There’s obviously loads of ‘science at home with your kids’ stuff on the internet,” says Alom Shaha, a physics teacher and one of the brains behind the idea, “but ours shows parents how they can help their children to start looking closely at the world and asking appropriate questions, taking a scientific approach and making it more than just the ‘wow’ factor of making a wine glass sing.”

3. Making balloon car racers.

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This is a demonstration of Newton’s Third Law – “For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction” – through the deceptively simple tools of a balloon and some cardboard. “These are brilliant fun to make,” says Alom, “and they introduce one of the most important pieces of physics you’ll learn at school.”

4. Making music from coat hangers.

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You need to do this one at home yourself to get the full effect. “This includes a natural phenomenon that is genuinely surprising if you haven’t tried it before,” says Alom. “It’s a great way to introduce some key ideas about the physics of sound.”

5. Making colours run.

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Paper chromatography is a powerful scientific tool, and this simple experiment teaches children the basics of it. “There’s a magic moment in the film where a young girl works out for herself that it can be used as a tool for detective work,” says Alom.

6. Making towers out of spaghetti and marshmallows.

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What shapes are strongest? How should you best use materials? “This is a brilliant way to get children thinking about how and why buildings and bridges and other structures are built,” says Alom, “and to discover some key engineering ideas for themselves.”

7. Making a raw egg bounce.

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A demonstration of basic chemistry: How, even though they may look the same, different liquids can have very different effects. What happens to an egg in vinegar is particularly impressive to kids: “SQUIDGY!”

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