On Election Night, my mother came to watch the kids so my husband and I could take dinner to friends who had a baby that morning. We brought food to the hospital, I inhaled the smell of an hours-old baby deeply while his parents had a few minutes with free hands, and we all watched… Continue reading In the aftermath of the election
When it comes to baby gear, the market is flooded with absolutely gorgeous products. If you’ve ever crushed on a crib that costs as much or more than your bed (assuming you’ve upgraded from Ikea, but barely, e.g. West Elm or CB2 price range), like any of these super mod beauties from Oeuf, you know what I mean. These pretty, shiny things are how I was suckered into an overpriced piece of crap – the Svan Signet High Chair.
Last week while making a last minute trip to the bulk aisle of the grocery store with my toddler, I received a text from a friend. She is the cousin of an even older friend of mine. In one sentence with no real details, she asked if I had heard he died. That night, as I was… Continue reading Dear parents of the friends of my teenage self
As a person with a period, I decided to give Thinx period panties a try. I learned a lot about blood, laundry, and why everyone with a period should own these panties.
I am more gray and fuzzy than I was before becoming a mother. It’s not just my hair, it’s my brain too. I am not as much… everything as I was before.
It was a Friday as I was trying to get a very overtired baby to sleep, butt-patting with one hand and scrolling through moms group posts on Facebook with the other. It seemed like the mix of typical “thank God for WINE” posts, when I came across yet another anti-husband rant. It bothers me to… Continue reading Talking shit about my boys
The adorable baby bump held an allure for me when I learned I was pregnant with my first. I had visions of how cute I would look, even though I suspected I would be more of the portly grandma looking pregnant lady instead of the cute, skinny except for the bump type of pregnant lady. Anyway,… Continue reading Dressing the bump – maternity clothes basics
It wasn’t until my first son was born that I realized I was lacking in the lullaby department. One of my friend’s husband told me that any song you know can be a lullaby if you sing it that way.
My older son has food allergies. Learning that he had them, and learning how to deal with them, has been an ongoing process. I’ve been hoping that by some miracle my baby wouldn’t also have them.
After I had my first baby, I learned that my entire network of medical professionals were on the lookout for Postpartum Depression, or PPD. I confessed to the pediatrician I just met that before I could leave the house to take in my 6-day old son, my husband had to remind me to stop crying for… Continue reading Suffocating Postpartum Anxiety