Real Geschenk für Mutter zur Geburt: What Moms Actually Want
Before I had my son Leo, three completely different people cornered me with their brilliant gifting strategies for my impending motherhood. My sweet but clinically insane coworker Susan handed me this massive, scratchy, hot-pink tulle tutu in the breakroom and...
Apocalyptic Parenting: Surviving the Tuesday Dystopia
The biggest lie they peddle in those damp, aggressively brightly lit NHS antenatal classes is that the primary threat to your child’s existence is external. The cheerful woman with the laminated diagrams heavily implies that your main job as a...
Why I Finally Banned Baby Super Bratz Movies in My House
I was up to my elbows in Etsy shipping labels, frantically trying to beat the rural Texas post office cutoff time, when I heard the unmistakable sound of my good MAC lipstick being dragged across the hardwood floor. You know,...
Why Dijon’s Baby Album Saved My Sanity (And Vinyl Almost Didn't)
It was 3:14 am on a Tuesday, and it was raining that very specific, miserable type of London rain that seems to fall horizontally. Twin A was screaming because her socks were on, and Twin B was screaming because Twin...
Why Stock Footage of Baby Milestones is Ruining Your Sanity
There I was, wedged into a rocking chair that squeaked like a dying possum every time I moved, rocking my oldest, Wyatt, at three in the morning. He was screaming with the kind of red-faced, full-body fury that makes your...
Reality Check: What Love Is Blind's Megan Got Right About Postpartum
"Sleep when the infant sleeps," my grandmother told me at my baby shower, sipping her sweet tea. "Hire a postpartum doula for fifty dollars an hour to do your laundry," said a girl I went to college with who now...
Why A Taylor Big Baby Fits My Nursery & My Ten-Pound Infant
Don't let your overly enthusiastic mother-in-law convince you to buy forty boxes of Size N diapers when your doctor says you're measuring three weeks ahead, y'all. I'm just gonna be real with you, that massive tower of pristine white Huggies...
Why That Reality TV Baby Drama Actually Made Me Scream
It was 3:14 AM, and I was pinned under my oldest son in a rocking chair that squeaked every time I shifted my weight. My C-section incision felt like it was actively unzipping, I smelled like sour milk, and my...