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Why I Completely Surrendered to the Fisher-Price Baby Era
It's 4:17 in the morning, and my bare foot has just made solid, agonising contact with the Smart Stages Puppy in the dark hallway. Without warning, an aggressively cheerful, synthetic voice belts out, "I SEE YOU!" followed immediately by that...
Viral Internet Baby Soap Operas & Real Evacuation Plans
I was elbow-deep in raw chicken making freezer meals last Tuesday, with half-finished Etsy orders covering my dining table, when my four-year-old hollered from the living room that the "baby boss movie" was doing something weird. I wiped my hands...
Why The Ella Mai Baby Secret Made Me Rethink Everything
Right now, there's a half-chewed oat biscuit adhered to my left kneecap with what I can only assume is industrial-strength toddler saliva, and I'm staring at my phone screen in absolute awe. I'm looking at photos of Grammy-winning R&B singer...
Is It Teething or That Dreaded Ear Infection? My 3 AM Guide
It was 2:14 AM on a Tuesday. Maya was about seven months old, and I was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants that definitely had mashed avocado crusted onto the left knee from lunch. My husband was pacing the living...
Why a weighted sleep sack almost broke my parenting resolve
The glow of my phone screen was the only light in the nursery, casting long, vaguely sinister shadows over two cots containing infants who had apparently unionised and agreed to strike against sleep. It was 3:14 in the morning. My...
Did Rihanna Have Her Baby? A Dad's Take on Celebrity Parenting
It was 2:14 AM, the Portland rain was actively trying to breach my window seals, and my eleven-month-old was staring at the ceiling fan like it held the secrets to the universe. We were deep in the middle of some...
What da baby's messy family structure taught me about boundaries
I was sitting at the nurses station at two in the morning a few years back, charting a pediatric asthma exacerbation that was taking way too long to stabilize. Right in front of my desk, two parents started a quiet...
The Real Truth About Picking Cute Baby Boy Names
I was exactly 34 weeks pregnant with Leo, sitting on the cold linoleum floor of a devastatingly bright Target aisle at 9 PM, wearing maternity leggings that smelled faintly of old string cheese, and I was crying. Full-on, ugly-crying next...
Surviving A CMPA Baby: A Reality Check For My Past Exhausted Self
Dear Priya from six months ago. You're currently standing in the downstairs bathroom at two in the morning, holding a diaper under the harsh vanity light. You're staring at a streak of mucus and tiny flecks of blood, holding your...