The Brutally Honest Truth About Buying an UPPAbaby Stroller
My husband was holding an iced coffee that was dripping condensation all over a display of breast pumps, staring at the price tag like it had just insulted his ancestors. We were standing in the middle of Buy Buy BabyβRIP...
The Toddler Nepo Baby: Surviving Sandpit Privilege
"Get them into St. Jude's nursery now by calling your Aunt Susan," my mother-in-law hissed over a lukewarm cup of Earl Grey last Tuesday, as if we were discussing a covert military op rather than a place where kids eat...
when can u find out babys gender (and the bathroom floor incident)
I was sitting on the cold hexagonal tiles of our half-bathroom at exactly 8:14 PM on a Tuesday, wearing Daveβs stained college sweatpants, aggressively squeezing my own index finger while trying not to pass out. There was blood on the...
When Do Babies Say Their First Word? My Honest Mom Truth
I was sitting cross-legged on our living room rug, shoving a laminated flashcard of an apple into my oldest sonβs face while he actively tried to eat the corner of it. He was thirteen months old. The girl down the...
When Do Babies Sleep Through the Night? The Brutal, Exhausting Truth
It was exactly 3:14 AM on a Tuesday. Maya was four months old, and I was sitting on a violently blue yoga ball in the middle of her nursery. I was wearing my husband Dave's old college sweatpantsβthe ones with...
My In-Laws, A Drop-Side Crib, And The Great Grandparent Divide
It was 10:14 AM on a Tuesday, I was wearing a nursing tank that smelled strongly of sour milk and desperation, and my mother-in-law had just proudly wheeled a vintage, splintering drop-side crib into my living room. I'm pretty sure...
Dear Past Me: How To Cook Baby Bok Choy & Baby Bok Choy Recipes
Dear Sarah from exactly six months ago, who's currently standing in the produce aisle of Whole Foods at 8 AM wearing yoga pants that have definitely seen better days and a fleece pullover covered in what I hope is yogurt....
Dear Past Me: Surviving The Literal Baby Bat And Bath Time Chaos
Dear Sarah from six months ago, It's exactly 7:14 PM on a Tuesday and you're currently kneeling on the damp bathroom tiles in an oversized, bleach-stained Nirvana t-shirt that you haven't washed in a week. You're dripping with lukewarm water...
Postpartum Baby Bangs: A Dad's Guide to the Hair Regrowth Glitch
Dear Marcus of six months ago: Put down the industrial drain snake and take a deep breath. I know you just pulled a clump of hair out of the shower drain that looks roughly the size of a wet squirrel,...