I love good old-fashioned snail mail donation request envelopes that come with a free page of address labels adorned with flowers or puppies, but lately giving online has become more exciting seeing than "free gift enclosed" printed on the outside of some of my envelopes. This may stem from the fact that sometimes its even FREE (for me) to give to charities.

FemNetism. Add that to your Urban Dictionary and smoke it! Finally, an employer that doesn't wonder whether we'll take maternity leave or quit after two years to get married. The world wide web doesn't look down its nose at us 'Mommy Bloggers' in our spit-up stained sweatshirts and unpainted faces or raise on eyebrow at the BlogHers who may or may not be burning their brassieres.

My son is about to turn seven months and I've made two parenting goals for my winter vacation: teach my baby to sleep in his own bed and finally compile and update his baby book. As I scrolled through the countless pictures and videos we've taken, moving them to a "to print" file, to later be placed in the pre-determined pages of my baby book, I realized the absurdity of my actions.