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I was sitting cross-legged on our living room rug, shoving a laminated flashcard of an apple into my oldest son’s face while he actively tried to eat the corner of it. He was thirteen months old. The girl down the...

I was standing in my kitchen staring at sweet potato puree dripping from the ceiling fan, holding a stack of shipping labels for my Etsy shop, while my ten-month-old son arched his back so hard I thought he might actually...