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The truth about baby strollers: What I bought vs. what I actually use
Listen. My foot was wedged against the back door of the Red Line train at Fullerton, aggressively kicking the plastic wheel of a luxury travel system that simply refused to fold. The doors were closing. People were staring. My daughter...
The Science Behind Why My Bad Singing Is the Best Baby Song Hack
It's 3:14 AM, and my phone's screen brightness is aggressively burning a hole in my retinas while I frantically scroll through Spotify. I'm trying to find this viral audio I saw on a parenting reel yesterday. Apparently, some influencer swore...
What I Wish I Knew About Raising Your Very Own Human Baby Sloth
Dear Tom of exactly six months ago, You're currently hiding in the downstairs loo while the kettle boils, pressing your forehead against the cold tiles. It's 3:14 am. Twin A has refused to be put down since Tuesday, and Twin...
The Truth About Baby Sleep Music (And My 3 AM Mistakes)
It was 3:14 AM. I know the exact time because the glowing red numbers on my alarm clock were mocking me. I was standing in the middle of Leo's nursery, swaying like a seasick sailor, wearing sweatpants with a mysterious...
That Time My Toddler Tried To Pet A Baby Skunk In The Backyard
I was wearing my husband's college sweatpants with the mysterious bleach stain on the knee, holding my third cup of reheated dark roast, just staring blankly at the azalea bushes when Leo screamed, "MOMMY, SPICY KITTEN!" I froze. It was...
How to hire a baby sitter without having a complete meltdown
I'm currently crouched behind the wheel of my Vauxhall Astra, engine off, parked exactly three doors down from my own house. I've been sitting here in the dark for fourteen minutes. I'm supposed to be sitting in a dimly lit...
The brutal truth about catering for heavily pregnant women
At my own party, I stood at the edge of my sister-in-law's patio staring at a three-foot wooden board covered in prosciutto, unpasteurized brie, and what looked like homemade mayonnaise dip. My mother-in-law nudged my elbow. Beta, you need to...
The Brutal Truth About Shower Gifts That Guests Actually Keep
I'm standing in my kitchen, staring at a tiny resin carriage I just found in the back of my junk drawer. I honestly don't know whose party it came from. Before I had my own kid, I thought you had...
What to write in a baby shower card without losing your mind
I'm sitting in the passenger seat of our sedan, balancing a small square envelope on the dashboard while my husband dodges Chicago potholes. We're twenty minutes late to my cousin's baby shower. The pen I dug out of the glovebox...