The Unfiltered Guide To Baby Names 2025 And Avoiding Regret
I was standing in the middle of a Target aisle at 8:42 PM on a Tuesday, wearing maternity sweatpants with a questionable, crusty yogurt stain on the left thigh, when my husband confidently suggested the name "Garth" for our unborn...
The Truth About Beech-Nut Baby Food From a Tired Mom of Three
I was standing on a kitchen chair with a wet Swiffer pad, aggressively scrubbing bright orange sweet potato puree off my ceiling fan, when I finally accepted defeat. This was four years ago with my oldest son. I had bought...
Letter to My Past Self About the Best Baby Car Seats
You're currently sitting in the driver's seat of the Subaru, staring at the rain pounding the windshield while Sarah is upstairs in the triage unit. You're drumming your fingers on the steering wheel, running through mental checklists, feeling a smug...
Parking Lot Panic and the Anxiety Behind the Baby Emmanuel News
My keys were somewhere under the passenger side of my Honda Odyssey, my oldest son Carter was actively trying to lick the handle of the H-E-B shopping cart, and the baby was screaming so loud I could feel it in...
The Burn Baby Burn Reality Check: Why Your Coffee is the Enemy
I'm currently standing in the exact centre of my kitchen, holding a mug of aggressively hot black coffee directly above my head like I'm presenting Simba to the animal kingdom, while two toddlers attempt to scale my pyjama trousers. This...
The 2024 Chinese Gender Calendar: My Costly First Trimester Mistake
When I was six weeks pregnant with my oldest, I was standing in my kitchen eating a dry piece of toast, trying to hold down my breakfast, when the unsolicited advice started rolling in. My mom walked in, took one...
The Sandwich Generation Bug: Debugging Babies and Aging Parents
I was standing in my kitchen at 6:15 AM yesterday, holding a screaming 11-month-old in my left arm while using my right hand to reset my 72-year-old dad's iPad password for the third time this week. He was frustrated because...
How are baby carrots made: The paranoid mom's guide
I was standing in my Chicago kitchen at two in the afternoon holding a plastic bag of orange nubs, just staring blindly at my phone. My six-month-old was sitting in the high chair, banging a silicone spoon against his tray,...
Dear Past Jess: The Brutal Truth About Crochet Baby Blankets
You're currently sitting on the floor of the nursery surrounded by fifty dollars worth of mustard yellow yarn, crying because you dropped a stitch four rows back. I know this because I was you exactly six months ago, hugely pregnant...