The Messy Truth About Baby Love and Bonding
Let’s talk about the absolute biggest lie we tell pregnant women. It’s that exact moment the nurses place that slippery, purple little alien on your chest right after delivery, and you’re supposed to experience this cinematic, lightning-bolt strike of pure...
The Truth About Beech-Nut Baby Food From a Tired Mom of Three
I was standing on a kitchen chair with a wet Swiffer pad, aggressively scrubbing bright orange sweet potato puree off my ceiling fan, when I finally accepted defeat. This was four years ago with my oldest son. I had bought...
Best Bottles for Breastfed Babies: A Messy Transition Story
We were sitting in booth 42 at the Olive Garden off Interstate 35, and I was actively ruining everyone's lunch. My oldest son was four weeks old, screaming at a pitch that I'm pretty sure shattered a breadstick, and my...
The Messy Truth About That Cry Baby Doll You're Thinking of Buying
Dear Jess from six months ago. You're currently standing in the middle of Target, heavily pregnant with number three, staring at a wall of wide-eyed, plastic toys in fuzzy animal onesies while convincing yourself this is the magic bullet for...
Decoding The Postpartum Truth In Baby Justin Bieber Lyrics
It's three in the morning in a Chicago winter. The radiator is hissing, the baby is screaming in a frequency that vibrates my actual teeth, and for reasons I can no longer trace, my Spotify algorithm has decided to queue...
Why The Baby Highland Cow Trend Completely Took Over My Life
There's a piece of dried pampas grass currently jabbing me in the left nostril as I bend over to pick up a discarded sock, and I've just realized I'm staring directly into the soulful, watercolor eyes of a shaggy Scottish...
The Absolute Mess of Buying Baby Girl Shoes That Actually Work
I'm currently sitting here at 9:45 AM on my third cup of lukewarm French roast, trying to remember exactly when I lost my mind over miniature footwear. I think it was October 2018. My sister was getting married in upstate...
Surviving The Baby Gap Outlet, Tooth Spacing & Sibling Years
I was standing under these aggressively buzzing fluorescent lights with a lukewarm, half-spilled oat milk latte leaking condensation all over my hand, clutching three pairs of tiny, stiff denim pants. Leo was four months old, strapped to my chest in...
Parking Lot Panic and the Anxiety Behind the Baby Emmanuel News
My keys were somewhere under the passenger side of my Honda Odyssey, my oldest son Carter was actively trying to lick the handle of the H-E-B shopping cart, and the baby was screaming so loud I could feel it in...