'Be the Best' is a phrase meant to inspire; to remember. This phrase has become an anchor for a friend whose son decided way too soon, it was time to go. For his dad, this phrase personifies the type of kid he was, passionate, driven, always striving to be the best.

I received this email and I thought it was really reflective of what my name is mom.com is trying to do by making a place for women to share the journey of Motherhood. If you enjoy this advice as much as I did tell your friends about this site or even just send them the link.

Valentines Day?

fido should be worried if this green movement catches on

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I'm taking a chance and going public with this. I wasn't in sync with most other women when my children hit the much publicized 'terrible twos' stage and now I'm out of sync again. It all feels vaguely familiar.

I know. I know. I'm little. I'm new. I'm cute. I'm a big attraction and a lot of work. Can't help it. Until I can get on my feet and get my own place, that's just the way it is. Which is why I don't get why my mom doesn't automatically get a lot more help. Seriously, all those parties, the showers, the gifts!

A friend sent me this and I found it as horrifying as it was fascinating. The details you can see just by zooming in are mind-boggling. Click here and just keep zooming in on the image.

My husband and i were arguing the other day. Went something like this.

Me: I have too much to do, you have to help.

Him: I don't have time. I work.

Me: I work too.

Him: I just meant I go to work so I'm not here, you are (seriously, he said that!)

Me: (nothing - I was looking for something to throw)

Just wanted to share this great image I tripped across on a blog called The Threadbare Gypsy Soul - great name. I think there's a bit of gypsy soul in all of us. Anyway this pic made me smile.

I recently came across an article in the news paper titled Why aren't women happy? I was immediatly drawn to this article because upon self eveluation at that exact moment I decided that I was not happy! I was not depressed, just not happy. The article was full of data and impressive opinions but was basically gibberish and I was no more happy when I finished it.