I think that it’s not as crazily different, my job, from anyone else’s, as people let themselves believe. I think people get wrapped up in their own idea of what it is, but it’s really not that.

I certainly never expected to be in front of a camera one day of my life.

I don't understand how women can manage to get back in shape with a new baby and a job.

I've found out that I cannot pass up pizza without having some. I just can't! my kids have a lot of pizza. I can't go to a kid's birthday party without having a slice.

You know how as a kid you picture yourself with a tall, handsome husband, and you imagine him cuddling your baby? Ben is like that, like, on crack.

I have this internal battle between, I need to work, I need to work, I need to work and I need to be home with my kids. And the kids win.

It's not a bad thing, is it, to be strong in some ways and fragile and vulnerable in others?