You'll Want to Sit Down for This: Today I'm Talking About Mommy Bloggers

I subconsciously vowed to never mention mommy bloggers in this space, their very presence on the Internets a looming spectre reminding me of my own dormant and ignored but certainly relentlessly ticking inner Piaget. Yet, against the odds, two have weasled their way into my affection. One is a veteran blogger who I wouldn't know if she came up and stomped on my stiletto. The other is a dear friend with whom I go way back. In addition to being the proud new owner of two, tiny newborn babies, she has a tiny, newborn blog. I vow this to you gentle reader: were these the self-indulgent whinings of dingbat women who compare changing a diaper to arguing a case before the Supreme Court, I would not put them before you. Rather, they are the bloggers I sort of want to be when I grow up: whipsmart, awe-inspiringly hip and competent caregivers, and offbeat and creative observers of their new world. I give you:

Where's My Cape?, whose April 14 post proved that she does two things well: throws wee little parties with the coolest of themes, and, writes. (She's also a doctor in her spare time, but this isn't a post about doctor mommy lifesaving blogging, is it Superwoman?)




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Snacks, Please!, whose April 11 post about having to interview with her 2-year-old daughter at a Montessori school made me simultaneously laugh and cringe, which I think is the point of good mommy blogging anyway.

And the first commenter who makes some snotty remark about this being the day that I jumped the shark gets sent to his room without any dessert. I-66, I'm looking in your direction, mister.