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The Honest Parent Guide to the Baby Guinness Shot
It was nine at night on a Tuesday and my toddler was treating our living room like a hostile takeover. Rohan had three molars breaking through his gums simultaneously and I was doing the classic parent sway in the kitchen,...
The Pastoral Fantasy Delusion: Surviving Baby Goats
It was 2:14 AM on a Tuesday, I was covered in a thin but distinct layer of regurgitated infant milk, and I was knee-deep in a Rightmove spiral looking at semi-derelict farmhouses in Somerset. The twins had been tag-teaming a...
Is There Actually an Accurate Baby Gender Predictor Out There
At fourteen weeks pregnant, I went to a family dinner, stopped for coffee the next morning, and saw my obstetrician that afternoon. My mother-in-law took one look at my chin breakouts and declared I was carrying a girl who was...
The Real Truth About Finding A Hardware Mounted Baby Gate With Door
My mother-in-law told me I didn't need one because, in her day, they just watched their kids. The neighborhood Facebook group insisted I needed a custom, four-hundred-dollar lucite barricade imported from Sweden. Then my old charge nurse from the pediatric...
Dear Past Me: Why Finding Your Baby Gang Is Actually Survival
Tuesday. 9:14 AM. You're sitting in the driver's seat of the Subaru outside Target, right? You're wearing the black Lululemons that have that weird, crusty yogurt stain on the left thigh because Leo decided to wipe his face on you...
The Great "Baby G" Trap: Gear, Gyms, and Surviving the Plastic
It was precisely 3:14 AM when my left heel made contact with something that loudly announced, in a synthesized, aggressively cheerful accent, "I'm a happy purple turtle!" This was the exact moment I realized my living room had been entirely...
The Great Sweet Potato Incident: A Very Messy Guide to First Foods
It was a Tuesday at exactly 2:14 PM, and I was wearing my husband Dave's gray college t-shirt that had a mysterious, crusty stain on the left shoulder. I was sitting at our kitchen island, staring blankly at the wall,...
The Total Chaos of Starting Baby First Foods at Six Months
It was 10:14 AM on a random Tuesday, and I was standing in my kitchen wearing a pair of faded grey maternity leggings that I absolutely should have retired six months prior. My first baby, Maya, was strapped into her...
Pacing the Kitchen Floor After That Tragic Baby Emmanuel News
The kitchen tiles are brutally cold at 3:14 am, especially when you're wearing only mismatched socks and a t-shirt heavily compromised by regurgitated milk. Florence, the twin who treats sleep as a personal insult, had been screaming for forty-five minutes...