Why I Finally Started Buying Serenity Kids Baby Food for Maya
I was sitting on my kitchen floor at exactly 2:14 PM on a Tuesday, wearing yoga pants that hadnβt seen the inside of a gym since Obama was in office, panic-Googling "arsenic in sweet potatoes" while Maya, who was about...
That 3 AM "Sherry Baby" Google Search That Actually Saved My Sanity
It was 3:14 AM and I was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants that had a mysterious crusty stain on the left knee which could have been spit-up or maybe hummus from two days ago. The biggest lie they tell...
A Letter to Past Me: Stop Panicking About Normal Baby Weight
Dear Tom from two years ago, currently sweating through a grey marl t-shirt in Room 4 of the local NHS clinic. You're sitting in a plastic chair that's somehow both sticky and cold, balancing two identical infant car seats on...
Why I Finally Understand the Upscale Baby Department Hype
I'm standing in the middle of a brightly lit American department store, holding a miniature cashmere cardigan that costs more than my first car, trying to calculate exactly how long it'll take a six-month-old to cover it in pureed carrots....
The lie of the pristine soap baby and other bath time truths
Dear Priya of six months ago. You're currently sitting on the cold bathroom tiles at two in the morning. You're holding a screaming, slippery infant who smells aggressively of artificial lavender. He is covered in suds, you're soaked in lukewarm...
The unglamorous truth of raising a super diaper baby
The digital clock on my nightstand said 2:14 AM, and the wind off Lake Michigan was rattling our bedroom windows. My husband was standing near the door holding a tub of wet wipes like he was waiting for someone to...
Dear Past Marcus: The Truth About the Ugg Baby Boot Obsession
It's 4:12 PM on a rainy Tuesday in late November, and you're sweating completely through your flannel shirt while crouched on the mudroom floor trying to shove an angry, curled-up infant foot into a ridiculously expensive miniature sheepskin tube. You're...
The Truth About Unique Baby Gifts From A Mom Who Kept The Receipts
I'm currently standing in my garage sweating through my favorite oversized t-shirt, aggressively trying to shove a five-foot-tall plush giraffe into a cardboard donation box while my toddler throws stale Cheerios at the dog. My oldest, bless her heart, was...
Dear Past Me: Navigating The New Trump Account Drama
Dear Sarah from six months ago, It's April 14th. You're sitting at the kitchen island in those gray sweatpantsβyou know, the ones with the bleach stain on the left thigh that you refuse to throw away. It's 11:32 PM. You're...