My latest at The Stir:

I’m not exactly what you’d call a crunchy mom. I love the convenience of disposable diapers. I drive an SUV that holds over 25 gallons of gasoline at a time. I’m hopelessly addicted to my BlackBerry.

Since I’m an advocate of free choice, I have no qualms whatsoever with other mamas that choose to cloth-diaper their kiddos, buckle them into the Prius, then snuggle them into the sling while they browse the aisles at their local health food store. It’s just not for me.

For better or worse and to each their own. As parents, we all try to do what’s best for our children within the confines of our lifestyles. We make sure they get the rest they need, we take them to the doctor when they’re sick, and we kiss and bandage boo-boos with abandon. And of course we feed them as healthy of a diet as we can get into their picky little mouths and down their stubborn little throats.

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