A toddler escapes serious injury, after his stroller fell into the path of an oncoming train in Tooronga, Australia.

I’m speechless and I love it. Good thing this commercial speaks for itself. My favorite line: "When it's a #2 I look like a #1"

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It's being reported that certain baby slings may be responsible for some baby deaths. In a joint statement from the US Consumer Product Safety Commission and Canada:

"In the first few months of life, babies cannot control their heads because of weak neck muscles. The sling's fabric can press against an infant's nose and mouth, blocking the baby's breathing and rapidly suffocating a baby within a minute or two," the joint statement said. "Additionally, where a sling keeps the infant in a curled position bending the chin toward the chest, the airways can be restricted, limiting the oxygen supply. The baby will not be able to cry for help and can slowly suffocate."

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Baby boy is on the move! Over the course of the weekend he started army crawling across the room, pulled himself up to the coffee table and cut his first tooth. He's also paying more attention to music...I think if he can combine all of these new talents, we could have a breakdancer on our hands. The Fresh Prince of Kenmore perhaps!

Murph the Wonder Dog will be his entourage. Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippie yeah!

Happy size D cup days are here again! As of this morning, I am back to wearing pre-pregnancy bras. I don't feel like a fat chick anymore, having to wear those bras that could be mistaken for the sporty bra for the nose of an airplane. Ya know, the kind that P-Diddy probably has adorning the nose of his personal jet.

I am crazy over this development. I can wear tank tops, button up shirts...I may even try a strapless sundress this weekend. Oh Nelly, I might be getting ahead of myself. The boobies are smaller, but shapless after eight months of having their perk marrow sucked from them. But I can wear tank tops!

After a long posting hiatus, I am back online, ready to rant, rave and insult people as I sit comfortably veiled behind my laptop. My life changed this week when the baby decided it was finally time to sleep through the night. Honestly I think he got tired of my rancid breath in the middle of the night. I often wondered if the smell of my intestines digesting dinner was going to negatively affect my child’s ability to bond with me. Funny thing is, the little bugger has a wee bit of halitosis himself. Must run in my family. Thanks mom.

So after a full night sleep I am anew.  I am just about motivated to conquer the laundry...but I think this short post has resulted in temporary carpel tunnel. I hear wine is really good for that.

My five month maternity leave ended and I've been back on the grid for the last five weeks. The 1st week was terrible, just awful. Twice in the first week back I only saw the babe for 30 mins, because I got home after he was asleep. Whilst on a very generous maternity leave, I got a new manager...who does not have children. I'm coming to realize that her job is her baby. This perhaps is not the ideal work situation for me, but the more I hear about people loosing their jobs, the more I am forced to be thankful for mine. Microsoft layed off more folks this week, after reading the company email to this regard, I can honestly say, I waited with an open mind to learn my fate...still here.

I am still a 'softie, but in case someone wants to render me totally useless, thus sending me home on this sunny afternoon to play with my blue eyed Angel for the rest of the day, I am stepping away from my unlocked laptop for about 30 mins to go pump.

Some one told me I should grab my twitter name before it was to late. Our official tweet: www.twitter.com/babycrunch.

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Set in New York City, the epicenter of a phenomenon cropping up in communities across the United States, "Nursery University" reveals the oddly competitive process of nursery school admissions.