The Bloody, Wobbly Truth About When Kids Lose Their Baby Teeth
It was Tuesday morning. 6:14 AM to be exact. I was standing in the kitchen staring blindly at the coffee maker, wearing a vintage 90s baby tee that had somehow shrunk in the wash to the size of a napkin...
The Denim Jacket Mistake and the Baby Boy Coming Home Outfit
The discharge nurse didn’t say anything out loud, but her eyebrows did a full 180-degree rotation when I pulled the miniature rigid denim jacket out of our hospital bag. It was hour 48 of being a father, I had consumed...
Baby Blue Bridesmaid Dresses: The Pregnant & Nursing Mom Guide
I was physically trapped inside a chiffon prison. I was seven months pregnant with Leo, sweating profusely in a tiny bridal boutique fitting room that smelled heavily of vanilla aerosol spray, and my husband Dave was standing on the other...
Why A Baby Ashlee Telegram Search Is A Huge Red Flag For Parents
The glowing screen of my twelve-year-old nephew's borrowed iPad illuminated my dark living room at two in the morning. My toddler was going through an absolute nightmare of a sleep regression, and I just needed to cast a ten-hour brown...
Why Your Night Vision Baby Monitor Feed Looks Paranormal
We're exactly 42 minutes into what the internet brutally refers to as the nine-month sleep regression, and my son's night vision monitor feed looks less like a peaceful nursery and more like found footage from a Roswell crash site. His...
The american baby austin film fest buzz and maternal isolation
Room four was always the coldest in pediatric triage. I used to pull my fleece jacket tight while taking vitals, but the teenage girl sitting on the exam table didn't seem to notice the chill. She was nineteen, thirty-six weeks...
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...
Lätzchen für Erwachsene: Why My Stance on Adult Bibs Changed
Tuesday night. Mashed sweet potato on the wall. A spreading tea stain. It's the classic sandwich generation cliché brought to life in my dining room. I'm cutting grapes into symmetrical quarters for my toddler while simultaneously pretending I don't see...
Why Spielbogen Anhänger Don't Need to Be a Vegas Light Show
My mother-in-law meant well when she handed me a massive cardboard box wrapped in pastel elephant paper. I ripped it open and stared at a neon plastic contraption that looked like a miniaturized carnival ride. It had six different blinking...