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A Letter to My Past Self About Surviving the Baby Shark Dance
Dear Priya from six months ago. You're standing in the kitchen right now. There's a half-eaten piece of toast on the counter and your chai is stone cold. Your sixteen-month-old is in the center of the living room, bouncing at...
The 3 AM Baby Santana Search That Broke My Pediatric Nurse Brain
The drywall was physically vibrating at two in the morning. My fourteen-year-old niece was visiting from out of state, and she decided the middle of the night was the perfect time to blast trap music. My toddler, who was already...
Why I Spent Three Hours Googling Baby Saja Boys At 2 AM
Dear Marcus from six months ago. You're currently sitting in the dark on the nursery floor, the temperature logged at exactly 68.4 degrees, watching the baby monitor app like it's compiling a critical system update. You haven't slept more than...
Dear Jess: Please Stop Panicking About That Prickly Baby Rose Bush
Dear Jess from six months ago, I know exactly where you're right now. You're standing at the kitchen window, staring out at the sweltering Texas yard with a cup of coffee that went cold three hours ago. You’ve got a...
The Truth About the Baby Reindeer Cast Before You Hit Search
I was elbow-deep in a pile of clean laundry that had been sitting on the armchair for four solid days, casually typing "baby reindeer" into my phone with one thumb. I was just trying to find a matching woodland holiday...
The Day I Cried Over Target: Why You Need A Baby Registry Finder
I was exactly twenty-six weeks pregnant with my oldest when I had a complete, snot-nosed meltdown in the front seat of my 2008 Honda CRV. I had just waddled out of a big box store holding a scanning gun that...
Real Baby Rash Types With Pictures So You Can Stop Panicking
It was 2:14 AM and I was sitting on the edge of the nursery glider in Dave’s stained Villanova hoodie, completely paralyzed by fear, holding my iPhone flashlight about a quarter-inch from my three-week-old son’s cheek. Leo was fast asleep,...
The Day a Fuzzy Yard Invader Taught Me About Triage
I was holding a lukewarm cup of chai, watching my toddler try to eat a fistful of Chicago dirt, when I saw it. A tiny, masked face peering out from under our cedar deck. It looked like a stuffed animal...
Before you get quail chicks for the kids, read this
At 3:14 am on a Tuesday, I found myself dropping glass marbles into a milk bottle lid while two frantic, thumb-sized birds watched me with what I can only describe as big suspicion. In the next room, my two-year-old twin...