The Honest Truth About Letting Your Baby Sleep With a Pacifier
It's three in the morning and I'm staring at the grainy green glow of the baby monitor. The pacifier is currently dangling from my son's bottom lip by a fraction of a millimeter. I hold my breath. It drops. It...
Dear Past Jess: The Butternut Squash Baby Food Survival Guide
Put the dull paring knife down, honey. Just lay it gently on the cutting board and step away from the counter before you end up in the rural Texas ER explaining to a very tired nurse how a vegetable completely...
How searching for the best baby dragon evo decks cost me $142
It was Tuesday night, roughly 9:45 PM. I was standing in the kitchen wearing my husband Mark's gray sweatpants and a college t-shirt that literally still had dried oatmeal on the left shoulder from breakfast. I was holding my phone,...
The panic over your baby's stomach size (and why I lost my mind)
I was standing barefoot on the freezing kitchen tile at three in the morning, wearing these horrific mesh hospital underwear and a nursing bra that smelled entirely like sour milk and sheer desperation. It was November, so the house was...
Why I switched to baby's only formula (and stopped stressing)
I was sitting on the floor of my laundry room—which doubles as the inventory storage for my Etsy shop, don't judge—holding my phone in one hand and a screaming two-month-old in the other. I had just asked three different people...
The Day I Cut My Baby's Teething Necklace and Never Looked Back
I was standing over Beau’s crib holding a pair of tiny nail clippers, trying to decide if I had the nerve to trim his razor-sharp little claws while he slept, when my stomach completely dropped to the floor. He was...
What I Got Completely Wrong About Building My First Baby's Layette
I was standing in the middle of our driveway in a pair of Dave's gym shorts that I'd aggressively rolled down underneath my 38-week pregnant belly, holding a tiny, stiff denim jacket with functional metal buttons, and I was just...
The Honest Guide to Surviving Your Baby's Dedication Service
We were standing in the third row of padded chairs, and my daughter was aggressively gnawing on a damp church bulletin. The pastor was three sentences into a long prayer about spiritual legacy, and all I could think about was...
The truth about that Jenna baby nude photo uproar
My mother-in-law swore my baby needed three layers of wool at all times or he would catch a draft and perish instantly. A lactation consultant in a fluorescent hospital basement told me skin-to-skin meant I shouldn't wear a top for...