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Stefanie Wilder-Taylor

Stefanie Wilder-Taylor
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About 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

Recent Posts by Stefanie Wilder-Taylor

Mama Needs Botox
I just caught sight of myself in the mirror and all I could think was “D*mn, 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. And then I had a kid. And, oh my God in one year I aged ten. And, then I turned forty and got pregnant with twins and suddenly, here I am forty-two and I feel like I look fifty! So what if I’m not an actress and so what if I will never... continue reading
The Stigma of C-Sections
My sister-in-law just had a baby and she had four hours of labor, pushed for one hour (with seven minutes between contractions so she could rest) while talking to her doctor and holding her husband’s hand, and her beautiful baby boy slid out like a tiny miracle. Everything was perfect. I’ve had two C-sections. Until the other day, I didn’t think I was missing out on anything. But to hear her talk about what an amazing experience it was left me wondering if I’d gotten the short end of the child birth stick. “It was the most natural experience of my entire life,” my sister-in-law gushed when I... continue reading
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. I’d been meaning to for sure. I bought new running shoes after the babies were born, but I could never seem to get the energy to go to 7-Eleven let along hit a Precor machine for thirty minutes. But recently my sister-in-law, who is a no nonsense gal from New Jersey, pointedly told me it was time to get out my sweatpants for a change and put on some jeans like a normal person. Well, I tried... continue reading
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