The Great Sweet Potato Incident: A Very Messy Guide to First Foods
It was a Tuesday at exactly 2:14 PM, and I was wearing my husband Dave's gray college t-shirt that had a mysterious, crusty stain on the left shoulder. I was sitting at our kitchen island, staring blankly at the wall,...
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...
What A 3 AM Bird Search Taught Me About Surviving The Newborn Phase
I was standing in the kitchen at 3:14 AM wearing my husband's college sweatpants that had this unidentifiable crust on the left knee, vibrating with the kind of exhaustion that makes your teeth hurt. Leo was about four weeks old...
The Truth About Madison Beer Yes Baby And Your Infant's Sleep
I was sitting in the preschool pickup line yesterday, elbow-deep in a lukewarm thermos of coffee, when the mom in the pristine white Tahoe next to me rolled her windows down and started blasting what sounded like a Miami nightclub...
Surviving the Laundry: A Real Guide to Newborn Baby Clothes
I'm currently staring at a laundry basket overflowing with tiny, mustard-yellow stained garments, drinking a cup of coffee that went cold somewhere around eight this morning. Between packing up orders for my Etsy shop and keeping my toddler from feeding...
The Conflicting Advice About Having A NICU Baby That Broke Me
I was standing by the ridiculously deep metal scrub sink at 3:14 AM when I realized I was completely, utterly paralyzed by other people's opinions. My mother-in-law had just texted me: Let her rest, touch overstimulates them right now. The...
The Sachin Babi Dress Red Tag Incident & Occasionwear Survival
My wife Sarah was standing in the middle of our disaster-zone living room, holding a pair of kitchen shears perilously close to a massive, glaringly obvious red security tag, while Florence (twin A, the escape artist) was actively attempting to...
Why "The Babys" Sleep Rules Broke Me (And What Really Worked)
I was standing in the kitchen at 3:17 AM wearing a gray maternity bra that smelled aggressively like sour milk and desperation. My husband, Dave, was asleepβor pretending to be asleep, the bastardβwhile I was furiously typing misspelled medical queries...
A Letter To My Past Self: When Can Babies Hold Their Head Up
Dear Past Sarah, You're currently sitting on the faded gray IKEA rug in the living room, the one that already has a weird stain on it from when the dog threw up last Tuesday. You're wearing Mark's old college sweatshirtβthe...