Catherine Connors is a mother, writer and recovering academic who traded the lecture hall for the playroom and discovered that university students and preschoolers have much the same attention span. She still dips her toes into academic waters by writing the occasional scholarly article about the place of motherhood in Western philosophy, but mostly now she changes diapers and wipes noses and indulges in long reflections on whether Yo Gabba Gabba is a harbinger of the decline of western civilization. Oh, and she blogs: in addition to Bad Mother blogging at BeliefNet, she is, among other things, the author of HerBadMother.com, the moderator of Her Bad Motherâ€™s Basement, the co-founder and co-editor of WeCovet, a contributing writer/editor at MamaPop and BlogHer, and most recently (deep breath) founder of and contributor to Canada Moms Blog. And in her spare timeâ€¦ oh, wait. She doesnâ€™t have spare time. But sheâ€™s okay with that.
Last weekend, I went to Mass for the first time in well over a decade. To say that it was a strange and disorienting experience would be to understate things dramatically. But it was also a deeply comforting and familiar […]
This weekend, I read an article in New York Times Magazine about the crisis surrounding the Catholic Church in Ireland as new, horrible, stories emerge about sexual abuse of children and efforts by the Church to cover up those stories. […]
You can search throughout the entire universe for someone who is more deserving of your love and affection than you are yourself, and that person is not to be found anywhere. You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire […]
Before Emilia was born, I fussed endlessly about babyproofing. Never mind that it would be months before she would even enter the world, let alone move around it and find its electrical outlets: I was convinced that when it came […]
I wrote this post a few months back, when I was in Africa. It’s worth reposting today, on World Aids Day, because I think that the reminder is an important one: that those of who have a voice – whether […]
It’s Emilia’s birthday this weekend. Her dad made homemade birthday party invitations for her, and they kind of break my heart: I’d have invited you, but, you know, Emilia will only share so much cake. Also, I need to not […]
So. Demi Lovato has, apparently, checked herself into rehab to address “emotional and physical issues.” The media, of course, is all over this: another young female celebrity, crushed under the weight of the pressure of being a young female celebrity. […]
I was recently asked in an interview about my favorite family vacation. My impulse was to answer, what family vacation? but then I remembered that late this summer the husband and I took the kids to Blue Mountain for four […]
The other week, at a maternal health clinic in Barea, a province of Lesotho, I listened as someone asked an HIV-positive mother why she’d wanted to have a baby, even though she knew that she was HIV-positive. Because a baby […]
A very good argument for supporting the BornHIVFree campaign: An even better argument: Please pass it on.
Tomorrow, I leave for Africa, to see this project in action. While I’m gone, please consider signing the petition to support it. And then tell all your friends. And tell them to tell all their friends. If you all sign […]
I’m guessing that whoever put this sign together wasn’t thinking literally about ears, but still: at 7:45 in the morning the question ‘who has ears’, posed theologically, just gives one a bit of an existential headache. (Who does have ears? […]
You’ve heard, no doubt, about that insane pastor in Florida who’s been wanting to burn the Qu’ran to protest the so-called “mosque at Ground Zero” project. You can’t not have heard about him, and what wants to do. He’s been […]
(Seriously. Well, not totally seriously. Not actually fishing. Maybe frog catching. But not fishing. By fishing I mean, on vacation. Which is kinda weird, right? Why is fishing associated with holidays? Fishing involves worms. Ugh.)
For most of the last year, I’ve been working to help my nephew, Tanner. I’ve been telling his story for a few years now, but – as you probably already know if you read this blog, and/or my other blog […]
A year ago, I wrote this: My father died last week. My Dad, who I loved so very much, who I will always love so very, very much. We still don’t know when or how, exactly – he was alone, […]
You ever want evidence that the Internet is six trillion kinds of awesome, you need look no further than this video, which is a whole lot of ladies shouting out their love and support to a dying boy who they’ve […]
I had the opportunity, the other day, to sit down with a lovely lady who I admire very much and talk about love and loss and faith and spirit and soul and it was probably one of the more soul-nourishing […]
We have, in our yard, one of those big inflatable pools. It’s hideous. It sits there, a big, lumpen water-patty, a bright blue squatting round thing, looking like the effluent of a giant Michelin Man after too many blueberries. I […]
Emilia, at four years old, is a daredevil and a tomboy and a sports enthusiast and a thrill-seeker and an all-around rapscallion. To say that I think that’s awesome is extreme understatement. And sure, being a rapscallion tomboy means that […]
I know that Father’s Day should be, in significant measure, about celebrating the father of my children, and it will be that, for sure. But still: I have lost my own father, and that’s impossible to forget. Last night Emilia […]
I wrote this post four years ago today. Four years ago, when the girl – my girl! – was a wee baby and I already knew (that is: sort of, maybe, had a good guess about) what I was in […]
So my mom called me the other day, to talk about this, that and the other, and in the course of our chatting she says, in passing, words to the effect of ‘… and so after I saw the vascular […]
It’s been a hard week around here. Both Jasper and Emilia are sick. Tanner is declining. Life just seems dark and hard. But all it takes is a minute or two of flipping through some recent pictures of a wee […]
It’s Jasper’s second birthday. I would be celebrating, if I weren’t sniffling fat, maudlin tears into my Cabernet. I love that he’s getting bigger, that he’s turning into a boy, I do. But also, I hate it. I hate it […]
These, if one goes by the picture above, are the reasons that my daughter loves me: 1) Candy2) Presents3) Make-up. The picture, she tells me, is of “a coffee rainstorm, which I know would make you happy.” So. If one […]
Today is the National Day of Prayer. I love that. I’m also discomfited by it, a little. I’m discomfited by it because – as I’ve said time and again – I have an ambivalent relationship with prayer. I have an […]
So Sandra Bullock adopted a child. I’m happy for her. I am, really. I think that I might have actually welled up this morning, when I saw the headline and clicked to see that picture of her, smiling as she […]
Today is Earth Day. I am, personally, feeling a little bit irritated with the Earth, the Earth being the source of the pollens that have attacked me and clobbered me into an allergy-ravaged mess, and so I am not feeling […]
A four year old ninja hugs her little brother. There’s a metaphor here about the kick-butt power of love, but I’m having trouble putting it into words, so I’ll just let the picture speak for itself.
I’ve been struggling with depression. I’m always struggling with depression, in some respects, but it feels harder, these days. My husband asks me if I’m sad, and I tell him no, because depression is different from sadness, but there’s an […]
I posted yesterday, at my other site, about the child abuse scandal afflicting the Catholic Church. I said that the Church’s seeming unwillingness to accept full responsibility, not only for the abuse but for the covering up of the abuse […]
“Who are you?” is a better question for directing a spiritual journey, I think, than “where are you?” All the more if we direct it at ourselves, rather than at God.
The Easter Bunny, Emilia informs me, is a fighter. “He can fight, Mommy. Because he’s big.” “Santa’s big, too.” “Santa doesn’t fight, though, because he doesn’t need to.” “Oh?” “He just has elves around him, and they’re happy and nice, […]
Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it. ~Mark Twain My mother recently broke her blog silence to write about being betrayed by her brother. It’s a long story; you can read about it […]
I don’t care which side of the fence you’re on when it comes to health care reform in the U.S. or abortion rights in the U.S. or the place of either debate in the context of the other: shouting “baby […]
Jasper, age 22 months, prepares for his future as a skate park punk.
I get hate mail. I’ve gotten used to it, for the most part, but still: getting angry e-mails (or comments or Facebook messages) from people who don’t like something that I’ve written or – more often – the fact that […]
My 100 Miles For Tanner Project, with its inauspicious start, just got the most wonderful boost: Tutus. For Tanner. My heart might just burst from the love. Having learned yesterday that Tanner is declining ever more quickly, too quickly, such […]
Last weekend, it was my father’s birthday. We were at Disney World. I thought about him, a lot. When I was a little bit older than Emilia, my dad’s stepfather died. I remember it well, because we had just arrived […]
Tanner, for whom I am running/persevering/living/dreaming/tutu-wearing/self-forgiving/running/running/running. 100 miles, if I can. 100 miles, I will.
I didn’t run the Disney Princess Half-Marathon. I am, to put it in as few words as possible, gutted. I fell the night before the race. I had a bad dizzy spell – a fade-to-black-and-spin dizzy spell – and fell. […]
My husband made this. It’s kind of awesome. You should watch it, like, a lot, and then try to guess how many bags of Doritos get eaten on a road trip with small children.
Taken by Miss Alli, aka Mrs Fussypants, chez Fussypants in Tennessee. That’s our sweet GM-Canada-sponsored ride in the background. It’s no girl-scooter, but still.
Somewhere in Ohio,* Jasper met his first puppy. Cuteness ensued.*En route to the Tiarathon on our 100 Miles For Tanner/GM Canada road trip. Ohio, we discovered thanks to our friend Barefoot Foodie, is full of puppies and awesome.)
We’re off! As you read this, I and my children and my partner-in-awesome, Katie, and her daughter, are winding our way south from Toronto to DisneyWorld, tiaras secured firmly to our heads. We’re headed to the Tiarathon, which I’ll be […]
… about who this boy belonged to… … you can just reflect upon whether or not there is any resemblance between him and his mother: Yeah. Someday, he might have a mullet like that. If he’s lucky. (These photos demonstrate […]
(Emilia does not like princess dresses, but she’s game to play dress-up when asked nicely, and if she can the dress off immediately after the picture is taken. Next week we’ll be playing an epic game of dress-up as we […]
I don’t expect everyone to agree about abortion. I find it difficult enough, as someone who is emphatically pro-choice but deeply ambivalent about her own experience, to come to any clear terms (beyond believing that women’s freedom of choice must […]
I was in Houston this weekend, having an extraordinary time with a community of extraordinary women and generally feeling extraordinary, and I’m not sure that I have the words to capture the extraordinariness of it all, in part because I […]
(My babies are on a road trip with their dad while I flounce around at the Mom 2.0 Summit in Houston.) (Note the distinct LACK OF HAIR on the head of my son. Am still reeling from that.) (They are […]
In which I explain why – and, more importantly, how – I am running 100 Miles For Tanner: “Just put on your running shoes and run.” It’s that easy. Except for Tanner, it’s not, and never will be. Which is […]
Tomorrow is Ash Wednesday, the first day of Lent, the first day of the 40 days and nights leading up to Easter (it’s actually 46, but we don’t count Sundays, just because). It’s meant to be a time of repentance […]
I’ve lost another member of my family. My Uncle Jimmy was actually my great-uncle, although I would never have called him that, because of his youth. He was a late-in-life child of my great-grandmother’s – younger than both my mother […]
I love traveling. I especially love traveling with my kids. There are, of course, a great many challenges associated with traveling with young children, but I think that it’s worth it: there is nothing in this world that is so […]
This is what you do when everyone in your household is horribly, vomitously, lung-hackingly ill but someone still needs to go to the corner to get toilet paper and you figure that even though you can barely stand you might […]
Well, most of us. Pneumonia and stomach flu – yes! both! at the same time! – have knocked me and my husband and Emilia right off of our feet. But not Jasper: Jasper believes that there’s no plague that can’t […]
Kinda the last person you’d expect to meet at a women’s social media conference, but apparently he was attending a Tea Party or something and the rest is history. We are, like, total BFFs now. Me and Bill O’Reilly, too. […]
I’m not sure who is worse off, him or me. Do mothers ever get over feeling anxious and guilty when their little ones get sick? Or is this just motherhood: one long stretch of joy woven with frustration, anxiety and […]
So when I said, the other day, that I avoid getting myself into a state of outrage? I might have lied, because it seems that nearly every day these days there is some fresh evil provoking me to outrage. Last […]
I don’t get outraged about a lot of things. It takes a lot of energy to get outraged, and I don’t have a whole lot of energy to spare, what with wrangling two manically spirited children and training for half-marathons […]
(What? That frilly get-up is so totally princely, if we’re thinking princes circa 1492. Totally.) (I’ve missed two days of training because of a terrible, sinus-and-eardrum-busting head cold. Tomorrow – fingers crossed – the fairy wings go back on and […]
I’ve made a few resolutions for this year. Most of them are pretty ordinary: get more sleep, eat better, watch less television, learn to bake cinnamon rolls. Some of them are little more ambitious. One – my resolution to fully […]
To say that Emilia got angry at the sledding hill today would be to understate things dramatically, although it was never clear whether she was mad at the insufficiently slippery snow, the insufficiently steep slope, or both. Neither apologized.
Emilia and her boyfriend. I KNOW.
I haven’t made a whole lot of headway in my faith journey this past week. In part because what faith I do have was shaken a bit by the disaster in Haiti – what kind of God wreaks such destruction? […]
Jasper likes to dress up as a ballerina. He likes to dress up like a ballerina, it seems, because twirling is much more fun when you have something around your waist that twirls with you. Jasper likes to twirl. He […]
Here’s the thing about doing good, and it’s a moral problem that philosophers and theologians have worried over for millenia: is there such a thing a pure altruism? Do we ever – can we ever – really do good without […]
This kind of thing? Is why I get uncomfortable re-embracing my Christian upbringing: 1) Pat Robertson on Haiti, which has just suffered a disaster of Lisbon earthquake proportions: Haitians are “cursed” because their ancestors “swore a pact to the devil” […]
My girl, taking her first independent steps on ice, which, for a Canadian child, is a moment of great importance. And if this means that the 2022 Winter Olympics are going to have one more Canadian figure skater/speed skater/female hockey […]
Today, I thought about going to church. It’s the day for going to church. But I don’t belong to a church. I don’t know where I’d go. I was raised Catholic, so would I go to Mass (ensuring, of course, […]
All that’s missing is the snowboard. God, I love that she’s a tomboy.
I’ve been struggling with faith this year. I’ve been struggling with faith for a lot of years, but this year has been particularly complicated, with the death of my father figuring as the most complicated – and painful – of […]
So. Last month I started training for the Tiarathon, a half-marathon that will take place in March, two months from now, give or take. I managed about a week and a half of training and then I got sick. I’m […]
Jasper and Emilia, waiting for a jet plane to fly them from 2009 to 2010. It doesn’t matter where or how you ring in the new year. All that matters is, with whom.
It’s the last day of the year, the last of the decade. And it’s a hard one for me, because I’ve been spending these last days trying to get closer to finishing the work of dealing with my father’s death […]
And two small people tried to follow him on their little plastic sled, but, you know, it’s just not the same without reindeer, so he got away. Ah, well. There’s always next year.
This is the season for the gift list, for the shopping guide, for the letter to Santa. It’s the season to drop hints about what we want, and to take hints – or, if you’re Emilia, direct and specific requests […]
Emilia doesn’t really care all that much about princesses. When I told her that we were going to go see Disney Princesses on Ice,* she asked, “will they be playing hockey?“ – “No, but they’ll be skating.” “Will it be […]
I think that I’ve committed myself to running a half-marathon. Actually, I know that I’ve committed myself, because I announced it on Twitter, and we all that what happens on Twitter stays on Twitter as permanent evidence of whatever it […]
Because, put her in a soccer uniform and hand her a soccer ball and say “say cheese” and she just cocks her hip and smirks and looks for all the world as if she was born with shin guards and […]
My daughter’s junior kindergarten class had a homework assignment last week: decorate a construction paper cut-out Christmas tree. Not just color it or paint it or throw glitter at it: decorate it. With stuff found around their homes. Emilia takes […]
The most viscerally terrifying experience that I had this year: reading ‘Lost Boy’ for BlogHer’s Community Keynote. It was awesome and wonderful and all those things that one expects from feeling one’s fear and doing it anyway, but I was […]
Girl: “I am bigger than Jasper, so I could just take his pudding.” Me: “You will not take his pudding. I am bigger than you, so I will enforce that.” Girl: “I was just joking about taking Jasper’s pudding.” Me: […]
My daughter, at the site where we held my father’s memorial, watching the water fall down down down. Me, watching her, feeling the spray of the water against my cheek, feeling grateful to have this place – this cathedral of […]
When I was a young girl, I was a detective. Not any ordinary detective, mind you: I was a supernatural detective. I detected fairies and goblins and elves and witches. Witches were my specialty. I almost caught a witch, once. […]
(Sad kitty is my cat, Lily. She had surgery on her leg yesterday to remove a tumor. She is sad.) (I am also sad. Sad because Lily had a tumor on her leg, and sad because I have flu and […]
These are my not-so-world-famous Cinnamon Bongs. They are, no exaggeration, the best things that I have eaten all year, and I say that having eaten chocolate cheesecake in my bathrobe at the Chateau Lake Louise in July, and having had […]
When I was little, my bedtime ritual always included a bedtime prayer, and that prayer always ended with a plea to God to bless the people that I loved. Jesus tender shepherd hear me,Bless thy little lamb tonight.In the darkness […]
What I am most thankful for, always: these two. There is no measure of gratitude – to God, to Nature, to the universe, to my husband, to myself – that is sufficient to the thanks they warrant. My little turkeys. […]
I’m getting a little tired of all the cries and lamentations about how New Moon – the movie and the book and the Twilight series from which the latter are derived – is bad for you, bad for girls, bad […]
You’re gonna join the club, that’s what. Because being bad is better in solidarity. And while it won’t help you bake better cookies, it will help you feel better about your lack of cookie-baking (and organic-baby-food-making, and sleep-training, and enjoying […]
We watched the movie Up the other night. Predictably, I cried. I knew that I would. I’d been told that I would. Even if you’re not a crier, I was told, you’ll cry at Up. I’m a crier, so, yeah. […]
This picture was taken this past spring, at the Blissdom conference in Nashville. It was taken by my good friend Anissa, who, in the middle of a chat we were having outside the hotel, just dropped to her knees and […]
It’s Twilight/New Moon/Oh Hey Vampires And Werewolves Day on the Internets (well, maybe yesterday was, but I’m a sleep-deprived mother of two and so I get some creative leeway with my calendar): the release of the movie New Moon yesterday […]
Four years ago, my daughter was born. Four years ago, I became a mom. My own mother used to tell me that she considered my birthday as much her day as mine, because it was the day she gave birth, […]
Most of my family has served in the military in some capacity or another. My grandfather was in the (Canadian) Navy. My mother was in the Air Force. My father (pictured above) was in the Air Force. My father-in-law served […]
In honor of the 40th birthday of Sesame Street, the original version of the all-time awesomest Sesame Street song EVER: (How does one spell MAN-NA MAN-NA, anyway? MAH-NA MAH-NA? MANNA MANNA? MAH-NUH MAH-NUH?) (MUH-NUH MUH-NUH? MUNNA MUNNA?) (doo doo doo-doo-doo) […]
One of my favorite people just wrote a book. And it’s an awesome book. It’s especially awesome because it’s about a subject that few of us – and I wave my hand unashamedly here – are willing to talk about […]
… if, that is, the angels have a thing for Chicago deep-dish pizza, kettle-corn, and the Red Sox. Which they totally should. (Aerial view of Chicago, looking towards lake. Shot with my iPhone, using ToyCamera application, from a late-afternoon Air […]
A few years ago, I had the amazing opportunity to chat with Gloria Steinem. Yes, that Gloria Steinem. We – she and I and some other bloggers – talked about the Internet and blogging and whether social media could change […]
She looks like what might happen if the Tin Man and the Scarecrow mated and produced a doll-decapitating serial killer, but appearances can be deceiving: she is a Jumbo Rainbow Craft Robot, and the decapitated baby head is Baby Sally, […]
Spotted in Area 51: small Buzz Lightyear clone sporting decapitated alien remains on head. Approach with extreme caution.
Jasper is, as I’ve mentioned, sick: respiratory difficulties of some sort or another that haven’t yet been fully determined. What we do know, or think that we know: it’s not swine flu. Which is a relief. Of sorts. We can’t […]
We had planned to make the big move – the move to the Big Boy Bed – last week, in the hopes that with the dawning of a new era of expansive bedspace for Jasper there would also dawn a […]
How is it that small children are even more adorable when they’re upside down? Does cuteness bend gravity in such a way that the very physics of sweetness are amplified when the object of sweetness is suspended in mid-air? Science […]
We’re just not sleeping around here. Like, never. Jasper goes to bed sometime between 7:30 and 8pm; Emilia, shortly thereafter. Depending upon work schedules, the extent of laundry build-up and what’s on television any given night, my husband and I […]
That’s Emilia in her new soccer uniform. Emilia is now playing soccer, which, if I’m not mistaken, makes me a soccer mom. No offense to soccer moms – some of my best friends are soccer moms – but I never […]
Yesterday, watching that helium balloon aircraft – that helium balloon aircraft that everyone thought had a child inside – float through the sky, I thought, there go all of my ambitions for my children to be fearless. There go stolen […]
What happens when you try to really explain to a precocious, dinosaur-obsessed three-year old about Moses and the Ten Commandments: Emilia: Moses was this man and God gave him the Demandments on some rocks? Me: Stone tablets, which are like […]
I took the children to the Royal Ontario Museum the other day. I told Emilia that we were going to see the dinosaurs, but really, we were going because I wanted to see the Dead Sea Scrolls and the scroll […]
Happy Canadian Thanksgiving. EAT MORE BACON.
I learn something new from my kid every day.
I keep trying to write about how my dad’s death has affected my feelings about God and religion and worship and faith. I keep trying, and failing. I’m failing, in part, because it’s still so raw. The pain still keeps […]
(At a Where The Wild Things Are Wild Rumpus. With monsters.)
I was eighteen when my parents’ marriage fell apart. It was – as the collapse of marriages usually are when there are children involved – terrible. One of the more difficult aspects, for me, of the collapse of their marriage […]
The story of Roman Polanski’s long-overdue extradition to the US to face the music for raping a child thirty-some years ago has been making me crazy, not least because at the same time as the world (rightly) wrings its hands […]
Kinda makes one wanna be a treehugger, no?
As I wrote yesterday, I have a complicated relationship with God. Have had for a long time. But I’d always been comfortable with that – until I had kids… I wrote yesterday that I want my children to know God, […]
(I wrote this post three years ago. I’m reposting it here, with some minor amendments, in two parts, because I’m still grappling with these issues and am no closer to answers – indeed, I’d say that I am further from […]
(Or, Just Because You Can’t Achieve Lift-Off Doesn’t Mean You Can’t Chase The Sun. Or Small Children.)
Yesterday, my husband and I celebrated our thirteenth wedding anniversary. And by celebrated, I mean we made grilled cheese sandwiches for the kids and then fell asleep before ten o’clock. We’ve been married thirteen years. We’ve been parents for four. […]
Yeah, um, don’t do that, ‘kay? Because, seriously. The sign says don’t pick up… … the baby pygmy… … Never mind.
Emilia: “Mommy, Grandpa lives in Heaven now.” Me: “I know.” Emilia: “Does that mean that he’s an angel?” Me: “Yes, sweetie, I think that it does.” Emilia: “And do angels have wings?” Me: “I think so.” Emilia: “Does that mean […]
Sisters and cousins and babies, oh my: a family portrait (me, my sister, and our children), as conceived and directed and shot by Emilia, age three and three quarters. Emilia has a very promising future with Sears Portrait Studios, I […]
We spent the weekend going to country fairs. We spent the weekend on Ferris Wheels and watching tractor pulls and eating cotton candy and ice cream. It was good. My heart still aches, and I still struggle, daily – hourly […]
From the Life Goes On files: Emilia prepares for her first day at Big Kid School. Oof, my heart. OOF.
I think that I might be having an existential breakdown. That, or I’m just exhausted and depressed after a month of dealing with the aftermath of my father’s death. Or both. I think both. The death of my father rattled […]
This is the skyline as we approach our temporary home, the place that we are staying as we attend to the business of my father’s life and death. It’s the sky, behind a thick veil of smoke. Today, a few […]
I said the other day that life would go on, and it has gone on, in its way, although it’s really gone on in much the same way as it was going last week – dealing with death and its […]
My husband and children are finally with me now, after two long weeks apart. And tomorrow we say goodbye to my father, formally, for good. And then life will go on. I will continue to struggle through the work of […]
My babies are so far away while I’m attending to the affairs surrounding my father’s death, but still, they serenade me from afar: The reminder that there is such immense joy in my life, that that joy sings, is such […]
I had said that I wanted – that I needed – to narrate this process, this journey through the experience of my father’s death. But it’s hard. I return to my bed (so far from home) at the end of […]
Two weeks ago, a week or so before my father died, I read a post, as part of the Community Keynote at BlogHer. My father figured in the story that I told in that post. It was a post that […]
My father died last week. My Dad, who I loved so very much, who I will always love so very, very much. We still don’t know when or how, exactly – he was alone, and the circumstances of his death […]
August, 2006. That was what my little feminist looked like before she grew hair and an attitude. No, wait. She always had the attitude. Hair just seems to have intensified it.
Emilia isn’t one for dolls, really. She much prefers taking them apart and incorporating them into art installations than she does cuddling them and pretending that they’re real. Because they’re not real, as she likes to remind me whenever I […]
It was my husband’s birthday this weekend. We celebrated by making Emilia’s favorite meal, spaghetti, and having Emilia’s favorite cake, cake. Because that’s how birthdays go when you’re parents to small children to whom birthdays mean only CAKE, and also, […]
Oh, hey. Ever wondered what I sound like? No? Didn’t think so. But on the off-chance that you have been dying to know whether I have a high, chirpy Meg Ryan voice, or a low throaty Kathleen Turner voice or […]
I’ve written about prayer a few times here. I’ve been pretty clear that I’m ambivalent about the idea the idea of intercessory prayer – that is, of praying to God to intervene in the life of others, to save a […]
I threw a party at BlogHer, and there was a unicorn. That is all.
So I’m somewhere in Michigan City, just outside of Chicago, and I have to say: although I wept more than few times yesterday, and although the coffee in this Super 8 motel is reason enough to weep further, I’m kind […]
Me at my first BlogHer conference, in 2006. Yes, those are pasties. And a fake tattoo. Both of which make one look way more confident than one feels. (Which, yes: I am far less confident, far less outgoing, than I […]
In two days, I’m traveling to Chicago for BlogHer. BlogHer is like Comic-Con, except with more women and babies and far fewer Trekkies. It vibrates at about the same geek frequency, though, which is something that too many people forget, […]
I kinda thought that debates about the reality and severity of post-partum depression were settled well before Tom Cruise made an ass of himself prattling on about exercise and vitamins, but apparently not. Time Magazine published an article last week […]
My grandparents, on a road trip in British Columbia in the early 1940’s. I’d like to think that I retraced some of their steps the other week. But even if I didn’t, the BC portion of my trip is still […]
This? Is Jasper. Throwing a fit. Which probably doesn’t seem all that extraordinary, in itself. Little boys and girls throw fits and hurl their little bodies to the ground and kick and scream. But there’s the rub: little boys and […]
We traveled a great distance last week, and the week before that. From one Canadian coast to the other, and then some. And we saw and did a great many things, and we had a great many adventures. But end […]
Best friends: July 7, 2007. Who’da thunk these stroller buddies would become cross-country road-trippers? A Wordless Wednesday Jam, or rather, a Wordless This Wednesday In History Wednesday Jam. Because I am forgetting too much. Join me if you feel so […]
Today is my grandfather’s funeral. Today I set aside the hum and buzz and happy thrill of traveling with my children and with dear friends and take a moment to say goodbye to Grandpa. Who I loved. Who I will […]
We’ve spent the last few days driving through Jasper and Banff National Parks. These are the roads of my childhood, the places of summer holidays and trips to visit family and long, leisurely drives looking for the perfect campsite. It […]
It is wonderful to be traveling with the kids. It is also very, very difficult. It is wonderful for all the usual reasons. Their excitement at seeing new things. Their enjoyment of swimming pools and street performers and hotel bathrooms […]
July 1, 2006. Her first Canada Day. A Wordless Wednesday Jam, which is now Wordless This Wednesday In History Wednesday. Because I am forgetting too much. Join me if you feel so inspired.
Yeah, so. This is going to sound crazy – I am going to sound crazy – but I’ve decided to drive across Canada. Well, not just me – I actually don’t drive, so this crazy lady is going to do […]
My grandpa died this weekend. He was elderly, but still. It was unexpected. It was totally unexpected. I was going to see him next week. I was bringing his great-grandchildren to see him next week. We were going to see […]
Beat It was one of the very first albums that I owned. Oh, I had, of course, a collection of Disney Pops, and the soundtracks to Annie and Star Wars and the like, but Beat It was the first real […]
Emilia, June 2006. Be still, my heart. A Wordless Wednesday Jam, which henceforth is going to be Wordless This Wednesday In History Wednesdays. Because I am forgetting too much. Join me if you feel so inspired.
I might be, I think, one of the very few people in the Western Hemisphere who is not, this very minute, watching Jon & Kate Plus Eight to hear Jon and Kate announce the dissolution of their marriage. Which is […]
My Dad. Who was and is the first man in my life. Who has and will always have my heart. Who I love forever, and always. Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I love you.
Me to Jasper: Say Mommy! Jasper: Dad! Me: Say Mommy! Jasper: Dad! Me: Say Mom! Jasper: Dad! Me: Mom! Jasper: Dad! Me: Mom! Jasper: Dad! Me: Please say Mommy! Mom! Mom! Mom! Jasper: Dad Dad Dad Dad DAD! And so […]
Emilia had her first dance recital this past weekend. There really are no words for how it feels to watch your daughter – your little girl! your baby! – walk away from you and then reappear on a brightly lit […]
I spent yesterday morning in a hospital waiting room. Two hours or so, waiting for a doctor to see Emilia, whose face and neck had swollen grotesquely in reaction to a bug bite. Was she allergic? Had the bug bit […]
So I wrote a post the other day, continuing my ruminations on Kate Gosselin and why she is so judged and why that’s a problem for me and for everyone, et cetera, but it was – as a few readers […]
I know that this is terribly, terribly wrong, but I totally laughed when I saw this: I mean, seriously. I know that it’s bad to talk back to police officers, I know that it’s bad to curse at police officers, […]
This post is part of the online celebration of Baby Week, hosted by Discovery TV. Because what better way to celebrate babies than to relive the terror miraculous experience of giving birth to them? It was the most awesome experience […]
Emilia has been toilet-trained since sometime last year. Which is awesome, because diaper and pull-up-pant changing are a drag. What is less awesome is the need to be constantly on the look-out for a bathroom because your small child can’t […]
Uh-oh. Let’s do the math here: if my stock-in-trade is stories about and pictures of my kids, and one of those kids decides that she is JUST SO OVER having her picture taken, and we calculate that equation as x […]
Here’s the thing about parenting: it’s hard. Really. It’s hard. Oh, sure, it has its easy moments – and the reward is immeasurable – but end of the day it is a whole lot of hard work and it’s hard […]
(Because I needed some light in here after all the dark.) (Further reflections on Jon & Kate still pending. After a little more sunshine.)
I can’t stop thinking about the murder of George Tiller. I can’t stop thinking about it because it is – as I said the other day – just so horrible. And I can’t stop thinking about it because I wonder, […]
(Follow-up to reflections on Jon & Kate postponed for a day or two) George Tiller, a doctor who performed late-term abortions, was shot to death at 10 a.m. today, at his church outside Wichita, Kansas. For some, like Operation Rescue […]
So, yeah: Jon and Kate Gosselin. They’ve, like, got this TV show, right? About their life raising eleventeen kids? Wait – eight, is it? Whatever. I’ve never watched the show. Which, I suppose, means that I shouldn’t really comment on […]
I’ve always loved old clothes. Old things in general, really. When I was very small, and for a very long time after, when I was no longer quite so small, I would spend hours in an attic room in my […]
Last week, I wrote about prayer. I wrote about how prayer – a certain kind of prayer – centered me and calmed me during pregnancy. Mostly. I also wrote about how, in certain desperate moments, I resorted to petitionary prayer, […]
Jasper highly recommends dining al fresco. In a bathing suit. With the good silverware. Any tasty foodstuff will do, but he prefers dirt. Planting soil is ideal, but any dirt will do. (The dirt is lovely this time of year, […]
It’s my birthday. It’s kind of a weird day for me, now, because it follows so closely upon the heels of my son’s birthday. Also, I’m old, and birthdays are a heck of a lot less fun when you’re old. […]
It’s been years since I’ve attended church regularly – it has, in all honesty, been years since I’ve set foot in a church at all – but I still pray. Not every day, but a lot of days. Usually when […]
I have a little girl. I adore my little girl. There are about a trillion things that I could say about how wonderful it is being mother to my girl. But today is the birthday – the first birthday – […]
We first faced this dilemma last year, when we were considering moving Emilia into a more formal preschool, and I wrote about my anxiety over the decision then. We decided against it for the time being, but then the school […]
He fought the spaghetti, and the spaghetti won. (This post was supposed to be a Wordless Wednesday post. But Wordless Wednesday is, by definition, supposed to feature blog entries without words. And I have trouble following instructions, so. Why don’t […]
Jennifer Garner has a problem with the paparazzi. I don’t have a problem with the paparazzi, but then again, I’m not Jennifer Garner. But just because I’m not a major movie star and don’t have paparazzi trailing me wherever I […]
For years – since my early childhood – my mother has recounted for me the story of my birth. On my birthday, of course, but also, sometimes, on her birthday, and always, always on Mother’s Day. The day of my […]
(If you haven’t already, you can read Part I of this post here.) As I said yesterday, I came to blogging as Alice to a rabbit hole leading to Wonderland. All it took was one link to one mom-blog and […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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. […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
Clearly, Maoist babies are breastfed.