The baby sis strikes back and other living room hostage situations
I'm sitting on the living room rug at two in the afternoon. The baby is asleep in the bassinet. My toddler is standing exactly three feet away, holding a rigid plastic triceratops, staring at the newborn with the kind of...
The Brutal and Honest Truth About Surviving the Super Baby 2 Phase
My mother-in-law cornered me in the kitchen and said I needed to put the new baby in the toddler's crib so they could bond through shared breathing. My former charge nurse texted me to keep them on separate floors so...
Why I Am Spiraling About Sibling Rivalry and the Baby Jane Cast
It was exactly 11:14 PM last Tuesday, and I was sitting on my living room floor in my stained gray sweatpants, aggressively folding a mountain of tiny laundry while my husband Mark snored from the couch. I had a mug...
Why Parents Are Panicking Over the Silksong Baby Hornet
I was elbow-deep in pureed peas when my teenage nephew casually dropped the bomb. He was staring at his phone, completely oblivious to the domestic chaos unfolding around him, and muttered something about a silksong baby hornet dropping soon. My...
Why The Peppa Pig Baby Gender Reveal Sent Me Into a Tailspin
Dear Sarah from exactly six months ago. You're currently sitting on the faded blue IKEA rug in the den. You're wearing those grey sweatpants with the mysterious bleach stain on the left thigh, drinking coffee that went cold two hours...
Why Peppa Pig is Banned (and Unbanned) in My House
I was standing at the kitchen island trying to pack up four late Etsy orders while balancing a screaming newborn on my hip when I heard it. A high-pitched, fake British accent coming from the living room. "Mummy Pig! I...
Why Your Kid's Baby Doll Accessories Are Actually A Massive Deal
It was 2:15 PM on a Tuesday, and I was sitting on the living room rug in a pair of yoga pants that hadn't seen an actual yoga studio since roughly 2018. I was enormously pregnant with Leo, sweating through...
Who is Actually in Charge Here? Surviving the Boss Baby Phase
It was 3:14 in the morning, and I was wearing a maternity nursing tank that I definitely hadn't washed since Tuesday, staring at the glow of an iPad playing that DreamWorks movie for the hundredth time. My husband, Dave, had...
Surviving the Second Baby: Real Talk on the Two Under Two Chaos
I was sitting on the cold tile edge of our bathtub, leaking breastmilk through my only semi-clean t-shirt, while my 18-month-old methodically unrolled three entire rolls of toilet paper directly into the sink. I couldn't stop him because I was...