The Truth About Finding A Lone Baby Seal On A Rock At The Beach
Dear Jess from six months ago, who's currently standing on a freezing, aggressively windy Northern California beach holding a half-eaten bag of goldfish crackers while your three kids melt down in stereo. Put the cracker bag down, take a deep...
Raising the 'Baby Rich' Without Making Them Insufferable
I was staring at a three-thousand-dollar acrylic crib on my phone at 4 a.m. while covered in sour milk, waiting for my maternity leave pay to clear. That was the exact moment I realized my entire concept of being baby...
Baby Reindeer Reviews: The Netflix Show That Shocked My House
I was knee-deep in a laundry basket full of tiny socks that somehow all turn into singles in the dryer, when my oldestβthe one who tests every single gray hair on my head dailyβyelled from the living room that he...
Why Searching For Baby Reindeer Episodes Nearly Broke My Brain
I had my arms elbow-deep in a basket of spit-up stained laundry, trying desperately to find the matching half of a tiny sock, when my four-year-old started screaming at the Roku remote. I was half-listening, calculating how many Etsy shop...
That cute baby raindeer show is actually a parental nightmare
I was standing by the kitchen island at 6:45 AM on a Tuesday, wearing gray sweatpants that honestly probably smelled like stale yogurt, scraping hardened oatmeal off a plastic bowl with my thumbnail, when Leo casually walked in holding his...
Why Every Mom is Obsessed With the Baby Pygmy Hippo
I was sitting on my living room floor at 2:14 AM last Tuesday, surrounded by half-folded shipping boxes for my Etsy shop, nursing my youngest, and watching a video of a baby pygmy hippo aggressively gumming a zookeeper's knee. And...
The Terrifying Truth About Innocent Kids' Searches
I was sitting on the floor of my laundry room yesterday, using a baby wipe to scrape dried oatmeal off my five-year-oldβs hand-me-down tablet. I turned it on just to check the battery, swiped over to the browser he uses...
Decoding The Baby Poop Chart By Age (Without Losing Your Mind)
I'm standing in the nursery, holding my phone flashlight in my mouth, wearing a nursing tank that smells violently like sour milk and desperation, staring into the dark, terrifying depths of my newborn daughter Mayaβs diaper. It's 3:14 AM. The...
Dear Past Me: What I Wish I Knew About Buying a Baby Piano
Dear Jess from six months ago, I know exactly where you're right now. You're hiding in the walk-in pantry, sitting on a sack of jasmine rice, pretending to look for the good coffee while actually just trying to escape the...