Stefanie Wilder Taylor
Stefanie Wilder-Taylor is the author of Sippy Cups Are Not for Chardonnay, Naptime Is the New Happy Hour, and It's Not Me, It's You: Subjective Recollections from a Terminally Optimistic, Chronically Sarcastic and Occasionally Inebriated Woman. She’s appeared numerous times on The Today Show, is a member of the Us Weekly Fashion Police and writes on her blog, Baby On Bored.

Babar the Elephant – Friend or Freak?

The other night my daughter Elby pulled off of her bookshelf “The Story of Babar” to read as her bedtime story – a welcome respite from the endless recitations of Knuffle Bunny Too, Leonardo the Terrible Monster and a few Richard Scarry books which have been on an endless loop. more

Dispatches From the Mind of My Four-Year-Old.

4:30 a.m. Hmm…I’m half awake. It would be so much comfier in mommy and daddy’s bed right smack between them where I can make my body seem almost twice as big and mommy and daddy can pretty much kiss the rest of their sleep goodbye. more

Correspondance From the Rear.

Hello Ass - and I feel I can address you with the informal "ass" because I've known you for quite a long time - I would like to ask you a simple question: What's your deal? more

Am I Turning My Children Into Junkies?

My babies are already watching TV and they are only 16 months old. I’d love to tell you it’s just a little Baby Einstein now and again but they are already hardcore with an unfortunate affinity for the Wiggles. During every mealtime you will find my babies strapped into their booster seats in front of the TV vacillating from laughing and giggling like little impish maniacs to straight zoning out while eating their breakfast, lunch and dinner. more

Octomom 911.

Last Monday, coming out of the gym, I got a call from the producers of The Today Show. Short and simple, they wanted to know my take on the Octomom's series of 911 calls. more

Mom on the Run.

About three weeks ago I started going back to the gym –a place I used to go religiously until I got pregnant with twins. Yup, I’ve barely stepped foot into my place of worship in, oh, roughly two years. more

Mama Needs Botox.

I just caught sight of myself in the mirror and all I could think was “Damn, I need Botox.” A few years ago I wouldn’t have even considered putting toxins in my face because a few years ago I was laughing my ass off at how ridiculous Meg Ryan looked with her crazy lips the size of banana slugs and how Nicole Kidman’s face looks more plastic than a credit card. more

Playing Favorites.

You’ve heard of Only Child Syndrome where the only child you have gets narcissistic and spoiled from getting all of mommy and daddy’s attention? What about Other Child Syndrome? Sometimes I feel like I spend so much time thinking, talking and worrying about Sadie (my tiny twin) that her sister Mattie gets short shrift. more

My Funny Valentine.

I’ll be honest with you; Valentine’s Day is here and I doubt I’ll be buying my husband a cuddly wuddly teddy bear, manly man tulips or a box of chocolate. I’ll for sure not be making him a handmade coupon good for one complimentary backrub. Chances are good he won’t even get a card. more

Sharing is Overrated.

People make a huge deal about their kids sharing. At any given time at any given park you will hear a chorus of moms and dads yelling, “Honey, share with your sister,” “Lucy, can you let that other little boy use your shovel?” “Ian, give your friend some of your goldfish crackers!” We as a society are big on sharing. more

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