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Their Bad Mother

I began blogging almost accidentally. I had never planned to keep an online record of life with the baby that I referred to, on the blog, as WonderBaby; in the early weeks of our life together, I was pretty much entirely preoccupied by the incredible challenge of pulling that life together. My psychiatrist had suggested…

Three and a half years ago, I started a mommy-blog. I called it Her Bad Mother. Why I called it Her Bad Mother is a long story that I’ll tell you about some other time, but my reasoning more or less came down to this: I had a baby girl – a “her” – and…

So, something about me that is not remotely interesting but provides a useful segue to this post: I read Vogue magazine. For the articles, of course. (1) And because it makes me feel inferior, which helps to temper my enormous ego. And this month’s Vogue, as it happens, is the perfect antidote to any Mommy-ego…

The debate about what Women-Who-Are-Mothers-Who-Not-So-Incidentally-Blog should call themselves rages on. Apparently, to refer to one’s blogger self as a Mommy is, in some circles, considered jejune. Mommies, after all, are not taken seriously, and so any blogger looking for a serious audience ought to avoid the sticky taint of such a juvenile term and refer…

I’ve been meme-tagged by the totally awesome Kristen! Which is very exciting, and very timely, because weren’t you just dying to know some completely random stuff about me? And by totally random stuff, I mean, not-quite-random facts organized according to letters of the alphabet. Behold! Accent(s): With adults – Canadian (tho’ I’ve been known to…

Well, for French babies, anyway. Apparently their mamans insist that they wash their hands and keep their fingers out of their noses and go to bed when told. Such injustices have compelled some French babies to protest publicly. One baby was so outraged that he put his words of protest to music, and now his…

Yesterday was the first day of spring. I like spring. Which is, I suppose, nothing unusual. Everybody likes spring. What with the daffodils and tulips and morning dew and Easter Creme Eggs (sorry, Cadbury Creme Eggs) and bunnies and all. But I don’t get completely blown over by spring. I’m not really a bunny person,…

Still Life with Developmental Toys 10 things I learned this weekend: 1) Martini shakers, when filled with ice, vodka and a whisper of dry Vermouth, make awesome rattles. Cocktail hour can be fun for all ages! 2) One very, very dry vodka martini (shaken, with an olive) is the precise amount of alcohol required for…

I started this blog for the usual reasons: maintain a record of the Wonder Years with WonderBaby, share that record with farflung friends and family, keep up with the practice of writing (which, yes, could be done by finishing the last two chapters of my doctoral dissertation but whatever), etc, etc. But it also became…

UrbanMommy’s trial by pregnancy is over: UrbanBaby arrived yesterday! And WonderBaby, Future Ruler of the Known and Unknown Universe would like a word… Dear UrbanBaby, Welcome to the world. It’s a good world. It’s not as comfortable as the world that you just left, but I think that you’ll like this one better. It’s a…
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