After all of the ignored helpful advice I had given my husband there was no way he could deny I was right. I may have done the gloaty dance.

Why is it when parents dare to bring children to a restaurant they are called “crazy” and demonized by the childless couples and singletons surrounding them.

So many people in the parenting world want to tell the rest of us we are doing it wrong. I want the chance to tell people that it’s okay to do it ‘wrong'.

Is it an organic trans-fat free diet? Perfect spank-free discipline delivered in a monotone voice? A Tiger Mom study schedule?

Unless said monitoring can be done with glass, bottle, or can in hand, from across the room, or preferably, in a different room.

I have been thinking a lot lately about what kind of mom I am. We do that, don’t we? We define ourselves, group and judge, choose.