Why The Margot Robbie Baby Philosophy Is Actually Pure Genius
I was sitting on my tragic beige living room rug at 3:14 AM wearing a visibly stained nursing bra and my husband Dave's oversized college sweatpants, crying into a lukewarm mug of decaf coffee. I was fully sobbing because my...
Figuring Out the New MAGA Baby Savings Account Without Losing It
My father-in-law texted me at 6:15 AM in all-caps about how the federal government is apparently handing out a free thousand bucks for my kid. Two hours later, a senior developer on my engineering team Slack-messaged me a doom-scroll thread...
The Kentucky Cheerleader Case: Hidden Pregnancy and Safe Sleep
The biggest myth parents believe is that concealed pregnancies only happen in made-for-tv movies or to families who never speak to each other. We sit around in our comfortable living rooms and tell ourselves we'd instantly know if our own...
The Kelce Taylor Baby Trend and What Postpartum Really Takes
My phone was vibrating violently against the armrest while I attempted to balance a screaming two-week-old on my forearm like a very angry, leaky football. On the cracked screen were three unread messages offering wildly contradictory instructions on how to...
The 3 AM Baby Vicks Rub Panic and How I Finally Got My Kid to Sleep
It was exactly 3:14 AM on a Tuesday in mid-November, and I was standing in the middle of the nursery wearing yesterday’s yoga pants with an unidentifiable crusty stain on the knee, holding a half-empty mug of room-temperature coffee that...
Does Ginny Keep the Baby? What Netflix Got Right About Parenting
I’m standing here at the kitchen island, elbow-deep in a basket of aggressively stained toddler pants, half-watching Netflix on my iPad, when my oldest comes waltzing in covered in what I pray is chocolate. Let me tell you what NOT...
The Boss Baby Escape Movie Mix-Up: A Parent Warning
I dropped a whole laundry basket of clean, perfectly folded towels directly onto the kitchen floor last Tuesday. My five-year-old—who's honestly the reason I've premature gray hair and a caffeine dependency—had grabbed the iPad and yelled that he was searching...
The brutal truth about baby shows: Expos, screens, and survival
Listen. I was thirty-four weeks pregnant, my ankles were swelling over the tops of my sneakers, and I was standing in the middle of McCormick Place in downtown Chicago. A very enthusiastic woman with a microphone was trying to sell...
The unspoken truth about baby rice cereal and starting solids
My mother-in-law was hovering by the kitchen island at two in the morning, holding a cardboard box of generic infant flakes and shaking it at my husband like it was a maraca. She whispered that if we just put a...