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What I Wish I Knew About The Great Cow's Milk Transition Phase
Dear Jess from exactly six months ago. I see you standing in the dairy aisle at the local HEB, staring at the red cap on a gallon of whole milk like itβs a radioactive artifact. You're sweating through your favorite...
Dear Jess: The Honest Truth About That Terrifying Midnight Cough
Dear Jess from six months ago, You're currently sitting on the cold linoleum of the guest bathroom at 2:14 AM, the hot shower is running full blast to make a makeshift steam room, and Leo is making a sound that...
The 3 AM Panic: My Completely Honest Truth About Baby Cough Syrup
I was standing in my kitchen at 2:14 AM wearing a pair of sweatpants with a bleach stain on the thigh, holding my oldest son who was barking like a literal harbor seal. My Etsy shop had twenty open orders...
The Baby Corn Cat Panic: A Letter to Myself on BLW & Felines
Dear Sarah from six months ago, You're currently sitting on the cold kitchen tiles at 7:14 AM wearing Mike's ratty Villanova hoodieβthe one with the suspicious, crusty stain on the left sleeve that might be yogurt but is probably something...
The Brutal Reality of Baby Modeling: What I Wish I Knew Beforehand
I was sweating completely through my only clean maternity bra in a strip mall off I-35 in Dallas, holding a screaming eight-month-old while twelve other perfectly coifed infants stared at us in dead, judgmental silence. My oldest son, who's now...
Why Your Infant is Basically a Baby Monkey (And Why That's Okay)
It was 3:14 AM, and I was wearing a gray Target nursing tank that smelled strongly of sour milk and desperation. My husband Dave was snoringβnot like a cute, rhythmic rumble, but this full-blown, windows-rattling snore that made me want...
The Hilarious Truth About Planning a Baby Moon in the Real World
I was hunched over a Buc-ee's toilet somewhere off I-35, entirely convinced I was going to throw up my own spleen, when my husband tapped on the stall door and asked if we should start booking our baby moon. Iβm...
Why That Cute Baby Moose Is Actually A Hiking Nightmare
I was holding my breath so hard I thought I was going to pass out right there on the gravel trail in Rocky Mountain National Park. We had blown our vacation budget driving up from Texas just to get out...
The 3AM Kitchen Panic: Surviving the Baby Motrin Maths Test
There's a highly specific, deeply stressful kind of maths you only ever do at 3:17 in the morning, standing barefoot on a cold kitchen tile while a tiny, feverish human wails from the nursery. I usually have a sticky bottle...