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Jess standing in a Texas driveway holding a cardboard box and a toddler

That Time A Baby Possum Taught Me Everything About Infant Sleep

I was standing in my gravel driveway at two in the afternoon, sweat pooling in the small of my back, holding a literal shoebox containing a shivering, bald little creature while my oldest toddler screamed so loud the neighbors probably...

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Mom holding a wooden bunny teething ring while a toddler plays

Why That Adorable Baby Bunny Is a Terrible Idea for Your Toddler

I was elbow-deep in a basket of mismatched toddler socks last night when a post in my local county Facebook group made me drop my phone right into the laundry basket. Some sweet, incredibly naive mom had posted, "Looking for...

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A dad looking confused at his phone while a baby sits in the grass near a tiny bird.

What to Do When Your Toddler Finds a Baby Finch in the Grass

It's 2:14 PM on a Tuesday and I'm staring at what looks like a hairy jellybean on my concrete patio. My 11-month-old daughter is currently operating in her standard 'Roomba mode,' rapidly crawling toward the jellybean with her mouth wide...

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A frustrated toddler taking off a light blue jacket at a wedding reception

How to Survive the Baby Blue Tuxedo Phase Without a Meltdown

There I was, standing in the vestibule of St. Jude’s Catholic Church at exactly 1:42 PM on a sweltering Saturday in May, trying to peel a 100% rigid polyester jacket off my screaming eighteen-month-old son, Leo. My own dressβ€”some floral...

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Twin baby girls wearing comfortable organic spring easter outfits

Choosing an Easter Outfit Baby Girl Twins Won't Immediately Destroy

My index finger was entirely trapped in a web of cheap, synthetic tulle, and Florence was screaming with the specific, piercing pitch of a kettle that has been left to boil for far too long. We were exactly twenty minutes...

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Two baby girls sitting on a damp lawn wearing comfortable blush pink organic cotton rompers.

Surviving Our Twins' First Spring Holidays in Tulle and Panic

It's the second Tuesday of March, and I'm sweating profusely in the middle of a high street boutique, holding a hanger that looks like it was designed for a slightly malnourished doll. I'm trying to decipher if a garment optimistically...

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