Dear past me: surviving the botanical shower and the infant year
Dear Priya from six months ago. You're currently sitting on the floor of the living room in Wicker Park, staring at a stack of expensive cardstock. You decided to throw a baby in bloom baby shower because it looked nice...
Dear Me: Put Down the Flashing Plastic Crap in That Toy Store
Dear Sarah from six months ago, It's 2:14 PM on a Tuesday. You're currently standing in Aisle 14 of that massive, soul-crushing infant toy store off Interstate 80. You're wearing those black lululemon leggings with the mysterious yogurt stain on...
The reality of newborn wardrobes and the toy box triage
I was thirty-eight weeks pregnant sitting on the floor of the nursery folding a pair of microscopic stiff denim jeans. I actually ironed them. I think about that night a lot. I think about how profoundly stupid I was to...
The Messy Truth About Kids Losing Their Teeth (What Not To Do)
My oldest son, Beau, was standing in the bathroom hallway clutching a dirty sneaker lace, and I swear my soul left my body for a solid three seconds. I was elbow-deep in packing tape, desperately trying to box up orders...
The Hey Baby Won't You Look My Way Lyrics & Infant Eye Contact
I'm lying flat on the faux-sheepskin rug of our nursery at 3:14 a.m., my face hovering uncomfortably close to Florenceβs nose, aggressively humming a 2011 pop-rock anthem. I've been trying to get her to acknowledge my existence for forty-five minutes....
How Tall Is Lil Baby: Growth Charts And Late Night Googling
It's 3 AM in Chicago. The radiator in my pre-war apartment is clanking like a percussion section, the snow is piling up against the window, and my kid has been cluster feeding for what feels like three consecutive lunar cycles....
Surviving The Boss Bitch Baby Phase Without Losing Your Dignity
Tuesday, 6:14 AM. The sun hasn't quite breached the London skyline, but my flat is already the site of a hostile corporate takeover. Clementine is standing in her cot, holding a soggy rice cake like a gavel, demanding that I...