The Real Meaning Behind Baby Blue Lyrics & The Actual Baby Blues
Don't, under any circumstances, attempt to freestyle a soothing melody based purely on a song's title at three in the morning while holding an angry infant. I learned this the hard way. I've twin girls, which means my entire existence...
Dear Past Sarah: The Truth About That Perfect Light Blue Paint
Dear Sarah of exactly six months ago, It's 2:14 AM on a Tuesday, and you're sitting on the gross beige rug in the living room wearing Daveβs stained Villanova hoodie. You're drinking lukewarm French roast from a mug that has...
The Real Baby Blue Background Nobody Warned Me About
Iβm standing in bedroom three with a roller brush dripping Sherwin-Williams "Serene Sky" onto my favorite sneakers, feeling incredibly smug. I was building the ultimate calming environment. I honestly thought that establishing a literal baby blue background on the walls...
It's All Over Now: Surviving The Postpartum Day Five Crash
My mate Dave, over a very hurried pint three weeks before the twins arrived, told me the secret to the first week at home was to "just keep the kettle on and your head down." The glossy NHS leaflet we...
Surviving the Witching Hour: Real Talk on Baby Colic Treatments
It was 6:14 PM on a Tuesday when the switch flipped. I remember the exact time because I was staring at the microwave clock, praying for my husband's truck to pull into the driveway. My oldest was throwing goldfish crackers...
The Staring Contest: The Truth About Baby Blue Eyes
At exactly 3:14 AM on a Tuesday, I found myself holding Twin A directly under the hallway spotlight, trying to determine if her irises were the colour of the ocean or just the murky grey of the Thames at low...
Minka Kelly's Memoir and the Parenting Bugs We Can't Fix
Don't, under any circumstances, ask your postpartum wife if she's crying because the Wi-Fi dropped while she's reading in the dark. I learned this at exactly 3:14 AM last Tuesday. The eerie blue glow of her Kindle was illuminating the...
Why That Baby Star They Regret Losing Drama Wrecked My Sleep
The blue light from my cracked iPhone screen was violently illuminating the dried spit-up on my shoulder, and the microwave clock in the kitchen read exactly 3:14 AM. I was pinned under an eighteen-pound milk-drunk four-month-old, my legs were entirely...
The Bruce Bolt Graduated Compression Arm Sleeve - Baby Blue
It was 3:14 AM, the glow of my second monitor was illuminating the living room wall, and I was holding a cylindrical tube of incredibly tight, moisture-wicking spandex next to my 11-month-oldβs chubby left forearm. He was gnawing on a...