I’ve had it. I’ve had it with Mommy Wars, the War on Single Mothers, the incessant whining drone from the media machine that seems determined, nay, hell-bent on destroying a mother’s self-esteem. What label do you carry? Mother? Working Mother? Full Time Mom? Stay at Home Mom? Work at Home Mother?
Are you AP? Do you practice PD? Do you know what those letters mean, and do you care? Was your child bottle-fed, breastfed until five, eating solids at three months, having her first taste of mashed bananas at 14 months? How about elimination communication, cloth diapering, organic baby food and …read more

We are officially a diaper-free household. Tonight is night #2 in the great Commando Sleep Off. Honestly, I’m not worried about it. I can’t remember the last time he woke up wet. It all happened so gradually, I’m wondering if there shouldn’t have been some sort of ceremony or marking of the event.
Saturday night I tried to casually get him into underwear, but he was having none of it. His big blue eyes went all round and shiny, his lower lip pouted out, and he gave me his patented Sniff Sniff little snortle of child dismay. “What, you still want …read more