The Total Chaos of Starting Baby First Foods at Six Months
It was 10:14 AM on a random Tuesday, and I was standing in my kitchen wearing a pair of faded grey maternity leggings that I absolutely should have retired six months prior. My first baby, Maya, was strapped into her...
The Firmware Update on Rice Cereal For Babies and First Foods
I was standing in aisle four of our local Portland New Seasons market, staring blankly at a cardboard box of beige dust, desperately checking the version history on baby feeding protocols. My 11-month-old was securely strapped to my chest, actively...
The Midnight Terror of Silent Reflux (And How We Survived It)
"It's the fenugreek in your dal," my mother-in-law announced via a grainy WhatsApp video call. "Prop his crib mattress on two thick telephone books," a random mother in my neighborhood Facebook group swore. "He just needs to latch longer to...
What nobody tells you about babies and the great sugar debate
I was standing in my kitchen last Thanksgiving, elbow-deep in a massive pot of mashed potatoes, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mom unwrapping a little caramel log. She was aiming it right at my...
Dear Priya: The messy truth about that baby bullet blender
Dear Priya from six months ago. You're currently standing in the kitchen at eleven at night, staring at a massive pile of organic sweet potatoes. You just bought a specialized baby bullet blender, and you're entirely convinced you're going to...
Why Watching Baby Boom As A Parent Feels Like A Personal Attack
Itβs 10:43 PM on a Tuesday, and I'm sitting on the left side of my couch wearing college sweatpants that have a literal hole in the knee and a maternity bra that I havenβt actually needed for two years but...
Why You Should Hand Your Six-Month-Old a Pork Rib Bone Today
My mother-in-law nearly dropped her chai when I handed my six-month-old a six-inch pork rib bone. We were sitting on the patio in late July. She looked at me like I had just handed the baby a loaded weapon. The...
The baby 2015 rulebook shift and why my mother is still appalled
My motherβs voice was echoing out of the iPad, bouncing off the kitchen tiles, and rising to a pitch usually reserved for discovering a burglar in the sitting room. I was holding a small, plastic spoon loaded with smooth peanut...
Finding the Best Adult Bibs for Dignity at the Dinner Table
The gravy hit her white silk blouse before I even had a chance to drop my fork. I'm sitting there at Sunday dinner, wedged between a screaming toddler and my grandmother, watching a massive brown stain spread right across her...