Out of my intrepid fear of cliches, I may have been unclear with Tuesday's post. Even though we survived the Spawnocalypse--two and a half years of transition from daydreaming newlyweds to sometimes-haggard parents of back-to-back babies--this journey and blog are far from over.



But, at the risk of using dark analogies to describe parenthood (who, me?),… Continue

Dear Internet,



Please excuse Deb's less-than-prolific (and kind of sucky) posting as of late.



As this writer's physician, I also pronounce that this letter does not violate blogging commandment number 3, as there is a legitimate medical reason behind her lack of inspiring prose (and ability to wash the kitchen floor). In particular, Ms. NoReturnMom's iron level is staggeringly low. How low? Well, an adult female should expect to see an iron count around 100, in order for… Continue

Or maybe more like FYIs. Whatever. Here goes.



Q: What's with the name Spawnocalypse--do you hate your kids?

A: No way. Most days, Gunnar (2) and Annalie (1) are the only people I can stand. At least they have a reason to be narcissistic and manipulative, and they usually make me laugh in the process--more than I can say for a lot of adults. The name signifies that parenthood… Continue

I entered the momblogosphere at an inopportune time: way past the dawn when mom blogging was considered a radical act and in the midst of potential FTC scrutiny and a… Continue

At this point in my parenting career, I'm pretty good at taking others' opinions in stride. Think cloth diapers and home schooling are the way to go? Fine. Neither are for me, but who cares?



But every so often, I kick myself for not addressing a remark more clearly (or at all). So, behind the shield of the Internet, consider exhibit A...



What? You shower with your son? Gross.

As a person with generous sebaceous glands and kids that wake before dawn, I was… Continue