I shall not compete with the mother who effortlessly bakes from scratch, purees her own baby food, or fashions breathtaking costumes from tissue paper. Motherhood is not a competition. The only ones who lose are the ones who race the fastest.
The Internet boom is creating a technological language around what used to just be part of basic human interaction and relatedness. Will we soon need to be advised to say hello when greeting another person, to hug our child when she cries?
I do not blog because I think that every little aspect of my life and my son's childhood is adorable/hilarious/praise-worthy. If I did think that, then I'd be posting every 10 minutes, not once a week.