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My mother-in-law was so proud of the mint green monstrosity she pulled out of her floral gift bag at my baby shower. It had tassels. It had three-dimensional pom-poms. It had a crochet baby blanket pattern with holes large enough...

It’s 5:43 AM, and I'm currently engaged in a pathetic, low-stakes tug-of-war over a chewed piece of brightly patterned bamboo fabric, while my twin daughters, Molly and Bea, perform a synchronised shrieking routine that threatens to wake the entire postcode....

It was 3:00 AM, and my oldest son Jackson looked like a very angry, heavily perspiring tamale. I was sitting on the nursery floor trying to wrestle him into a thick, quilted heirloom blanket my grandma insisted was the only...

We were exactly three blocks from the coffee shop on Hawthorne, the wind was doing that aggressive Portland damp-chill thing, and my 11-month-old was screaming as if I had deeply offended him. I had tucked him into the travel system...

I was thirty-four weeks pregnant with my oldest, sweating completely through a maternity tank top in the middle of a Texas July, staring at a gift box the size of a mini-fridge. My husband’s Aunt Linda, bless her heart, was...