Rebecca Eckler
Rebecca Eckler is a journalist, columnist, blogger and best selling author of nine books; three on parenting, including Knocked Up!, Wiped, and Toddlers Gone Wild. Her latest book is The Mommy Mob: Inside the Outrageous World of Mommy Bloggers. She lives in Toronto with her 12-year-old daughter, Rowan, and her 4-year-old son, Holt. She loves eating in bed, watermelon, Chelsea Handler, and The Big Bang Theory. And, of course, her children.
Pick of The Week: Halo Top, The Popular ‘Guilt-Free’ Ice Cream is Now In Canada!
Four of their 12 flavours are now available here, including Sea Salt Caramel, Birthday Cake, Mint Chip and Candy Bar. They were all a delicious self-indulgence with none of that, ‘I-have-to go-to-the-gym-for-eight-hours-tomorrow’ guilt.
I Kicked Daddy Out Of The Marital Bed; I Would Rather Sleep With My Children
‘My mother crawls into my bed and asks to sleep with me,’ my daughter told her friend, as blasé as if she were asking a question about social science. ‘Or she’ll ask me to sleep with her.’
How Much Time Do You Actually Spend With Your Children? (My Answer Was Shocking)
I was shocked speechless to find out how little time I actually spend with my children, even though it feels like I spend a lot of time with them.
I Tried The Stiletto Nail Trend And It’s Made Parenting Even Harder
Want to know how many times a day your child will ask you to open something? Get stiletto nails!
Is 20-Year-old Kylie Jenner Too Young To Be A Parent?
Call me a cynic but I’m pretty positive that both Kylie Jenner and her famous Momager Kris Kardashian kind of knew that having a baby at age 20, while most certainly a blessing, may turn off some of her millions of fans.
If You Don’t Want More Children After Having Postpartum Depression, I Don’t Blame You
Is having another child worth it, if you’re worried about postpartum depression hitting again?
Why Parents Can Benefit From Being Friends With Their Children
Just because I like to treat my daughter like a friend, doesn’t mean I don’t also parent. There is a balance.
My Son Prefers His Father and It Breaks My Heart
If I walk in the door after coming home from work, I’ll hear my son excitedly yell out, ‘Daddy’s home!! Daddy’s home!!” To which I then have to break the devastating news that, ‘Sorry. It’s just me. Mommy’s home.’
