The Messy Truth About Baby Love and Bonding
Letβs talk about the absolute biggest lie we tell pregnant women. Itβs that exact moment the nurses place that slippery, purple little alien on your chest right after delivery, and youβre supposed to experience this cinematic, lightning-bolt strike of pure...
The Absolute Panic Over Baby Lips During a Harsh London Winter
It's exactly 6:14 am on a Tuesday, and I'm staring at my daughterβs face under the harsh, unforgiving glow of my phone's flashlight. Outside, the London winter is doing that thing where it isn't actually snowing but the damp air...
The Real Baby Steps Uncensored: Surviving the Messy Parenting Journey
My mother-in-law cornered me by the kitchen island last Thanksgiving while I was wearing a sweater that actively smelled like sour milk and told me that Leoβs occasional toddler swiping needed to be handled with "immediate, absolute authority." Two days...
The Firmware Update I Needed On Finding The Best Baby Sun Hat
We're standing in the middle of a park in southeast Portland, the wind's blowing cottonwood seeds right into my open mouth, and I'm desperately trying to tie a floppy piece of UPF fabric under my 11-month-old's chin while he thrashes...
What I Got Entirely Wrong About The Whole Teething Nightmare
It was 3:14 AM on a Tuesday, and I was standing dead in the middle of my kitchen wearing a stained Britney Spears baby tee from 1999 that I'd somehow repurposed as pajamas, holding a screaming four-month-old Leo while my...
The Real Baby Traps (And Why I Googled Billionaires At 3 AM)
Last Tuesday at 2:14 AM, I found myself trying to gently fold my sonβs thigh like a piece of origami just to get it out from between the wooden bars of his crib. Baby T had managed to wedge his...
Dear Past Me: The Completely Messy Truth About Baby TV & Screens
Dear Sarah from exactly six months ago, You're currently hiding in the tiny downstairs half-bathroom. It's 6:14 AM on a Tuesday, and you're wearing Daveβs giant gray flannel shirtβthe one with the missing buttonβand mismatched socks, clutching a lukewarm Yeti...
The 3 AM Panic Over an Imaginary Baby Wolf and Real Spiders
Itβs 3:14 AM and Iβm standing in the hallway wearing my husbandβs stained college sweatpants, entirely unable to process what's happening. The baby monitor is just blinking this angry little green light at me, and through the static, I can...
Baby You Got Something In Your Nose: A Toddler Survival Guide
I was standing at the kitchen sink yesterday, frantically trying to scrub crusted oatmeal off a plastic dinosaur plate while three loads of laundry soured in the washing machine. I had the radio playing, and I was actually singing the...