The Beanie Baby Ty Debate: Why My 90s Toys Stay In The Attic
I was sitting cross-legged on the splintery plywood of my mom's Texas attic, sweat pooling at the base of my neck while I tried to organize boxes of my old high school junk. My mom, who firmly believes every piece...
Why those stiff miniature adult sneakers are ruining baby feet
We were at Maggie Daley Park, right in the middle of a brutal Chicago November, and my son was bleeding from his mouth. I'd dressed him in these incredibly expensive, highly structured miniature basketball shoes. They looked exactly like my...
Dear Past Me: Just Buy the Damn Baby Shusher and Go to Sleep
Dear Sarah from exactly six months ago, It's 2:14 AM in your sister’s guest bedroom. You're wearing Dave's oversized Villanova hoodie that has a suspicious hardened crust on the left sleeve, and you're literally lightheaded from blowing air out of...
A Letter to My Past Self About Surviving the Baby Shark Dance
Dear Priya from six months ago. You're standing in the kitchen right now. There's a half-eaten piece of toast on the counter and your chai is stone cold. Your sixteen-month-old is in the center of the living room, bouncing at...
Dear Jess: Please Stop Panicking About That Prickly Baby Rose Bush
Dear Jess from six months ago, I know exactly where you're right now. You're standing at the kitchen window, staring out at the sweltering Texas yard with a cup of coffee that went cold three hours ago. You’ve got a...
Real Baby Rash Types With Pictures So You Can Stop Panicking
It was 2:14 AM and I was sitting on the edge of the nursery glider in Dave’s stained Villanova hoodie, completely paralyzed by fear, holding my iPhone flashlight about a quarter-inch from my three-week-old son’s cheek. Leo was fast asleep,...
Before you get quail chicks for the kids, read this
At 3:14 am on a Tuesday, I found myself dropping glass marbles into a milk bottle lid while two frantic, thumb-sized birds watched me with what I can only describe as big suspicion. In the next room, my two-year-old twin...
Dear Past Me: Surviving a Baby Pug and a Human Infant at Once
Dear Past Me from exactly six months ago, It's Tuesday, 10:14 AM. You're standing in the kitchen wearing those black maternity leggings that you absolutely refuse to throw away even though Leo is four and Maya is seven. You have...
Baby Pips & Blowouts: The Honest Newborn Prep Letter I Needed
I'm sitting on the icy tile of our tiny upstairs bathroom. It's 3:17 AM. I know the exact time because the harsh blue light of my phone is the only thing illuminating the dark, and I'm wearing my husband Dave's...