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Why I Wanted To Be The Miranda Kerr Of Moms (But Realized It Ain’t Gonna Happen!)

Before I became a mum, I convinced myself that I WOULD be the Miranda Kerr of mothers. I would be well dressed and bouncy and amazing at all times. I would not leave the house in my PJ’s or covered in baby vomit and without a scrap of make up. My hair would always be washed, and I would lose, quite by accident, those 40-odd pounds I’d piled on. Because, well, if Miranda can do it can’t we all? Oh and I would also live a beautiful, organized house where healthy meals would be on the table each night for me and my adoring husband…


The Couple Who’ll Let You Name Their Unborn Baby (But It’ll Cost You $20,000)

Just 12 days after celebrating the birth of her daughter Kylie (above), Heather discovered she would never be able to conceive another child when a hemorrhage led to her being rushed into ER. “Blood flowed out of me like a faucet,” recalls Heather. “I remember shifting in and out of consciousness and a firefighter standing in front of me with a blank look on his face and muttering the words to effect of ‘holy crap’. My parents had arrived while I was being wheeled out. I remember telling them I loved them and saying good-bye to Kylie. I thought this was the last time she’d see her mother alive.”


Tom’s World: One Mother’s Story Of Having A Son With Aspergers

One night, when putting Tom to bed, I told him that he was the best boy in the world and if I could have picked any baby from all the millions and billions in the world, I’d definitely have picked him. He replied to say, ‘But Mommy! It doesn’t work like that! The babies choose the family. When I was in the other world, I had goggles on and I looked down at all the families and I looked at their names and surnames. When I saw you, my goggles froze.

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Behind The Scenes: Being A Baby Model In NYC (Plus The Do’s And Don’ts You Need To Know)

Like every mother, I think my baby girl is beautiful. But I’ve never considered baby modeling until a friend forwards me an email; Pampers are looking for a brunette mother and newborn baby of Caucasian persuasion. Tick, tick and tick. I am suddenly intrigued. I email over a quick note plus some photos to the agent and am invited to a casting at a studio in Chelsea the very next day. Delphine is just 12-weeks-old so I’m still pretty neighborhood-bound. But baby stardom beckons so we Ergo-up and catch the subway from Park Slope to the city.


8 Of The Most Heartwarming Family Stories Of 2013

Whewww it’s been a busy 2013 for celebrity parents. There was the brouhaha over the arrival of Prince George (plus the ups and downs of that royal tummy), über momma Angelina announcing her double mastectomy via the New York Times and lil’ North West’s fake photo debacle. But away from the pages of Us Weekly some gobsmacking, life-affirming and down right […]