The Truth About Baby Bunnies and Toddlers (A Survival Story)
I was knee-deep in packing tape, desperately trying to get three Etsy orders boxed up before the mail carrier arrived, while balancing my sweaty four-month-old on my hip. That's exactly when my oldest, Jackson, came sprinting through the back screen...
Raising Little Bush Babies: The Wild Truth About Newborn Care
When I brought my first son home, the hospital sliding doors hadn't even closed behind us before the contradictory advice started rolling in. My own mother leaned over the infant car seat in the parking lot and declared I needed...
Spiders, toddlers, and the absolute chaos of eight-legged pets
My brother-in-law told me a spiderling is the perfect first pet because it teaches quiet observation. My son's preschool teacher said bringing an arachnid into a house with a toddler is basically child endangerment. The guy at the local reptile...
What Do Baby Bunnies Eat? A Texas Mom's Guide To Not Panicking
It was 10:43 on a Tuesday morning, I was knee-deep in packing tape trying to get my Etsy orders out before the mail carrier showed up, and my four-year-old son Tucker walked through the back door holding a dripping, muddy...
What Do Baby Birds Eat? A Dad's Guide to Backyard Rescues
It's 2 PM on a Tuesday, I'm supposed to be pushing code to a staging server, and instead I'm on my knees in the dirt staring at what appears to be a raw chicken tender that has somehow sprouted a...
Dear Me: Don't Let Leo Touch That Swamp Chicken (A Pukeko Story)
Dear Sarah from last October. You're currently standing on the edge of the wetlands trail at 8:15 AM, wearing those maternity leggings you stubbornly refuse to throw away even though Leo is four years old now, and you're clutching an...
How To Handle It When Your Kids Find A Wild Raptor In The Yard
Tuesday morning. 7:14 AM. I'm standing in my kitchen wearing a grey fleece robe that smells vaguely of sour milk and defeat, holding my third cup of lukewarm coffee. It's the kind of morning where everything is just slightly damp...
Why a baby harp seal cured my ridiculous mom guilt
The rhythmic, mechanical wheezing of my breast pump at 3:17 AM is the soundtrack to my biggest parenting epiphanies. There I was with my oldest kid, Liam, about four years ago. I was exhausted, leaking milk onto a pile of...
The Day the Park Waterfowl Fought Back: A Survival Log
The hissing started before we even breached the tree line at Hampstead Heath, sounding less like a natural animal noise and more like a punctured bicycle tyre that was somehow actively angry with me. I had a toddler under each...