Since I'm always on the lookout for ways to make my life feel less crazy and chaotic, I’ve figured out a way to find peace even if the rest of the house is insane: by making a space that’s just for me that is also free from clutter.Read More
Being a mom is beautiful. It is. But since my first little man was born, I've been living a new life and a new way of thinking. Long heavy thoughts about all of the things that I have to think about now, worry about, obsess about, concern myself with — that I didn’t have to think about before.
It’s been nearly four years, but only now I realize: No one told me anything about formula the entire time I was pregnant. No one even told me how long it would take for my milk to come in or what it would feel like when it did so I had no idea if it had.
No one told me any of the dangers of things like starving your child if your milk didn’t come in (which is ultimately what was happening). I did, however, feel overwhelming guilt about “giving in.”Read More
And because I’ve had three years of various daycare illnesses rage through our house, almost always unexpectedly, I’ve become an accidental pro at dealing with a sick kiddo and that working mom life. Here’s how I tend to handle it:Read More
Luckily, so far, we’ve been able to encourage a bit of foodie experimentalism with our toddlers. Some of this is just because we’re stubborn AF when it comes to food, and we like what we like, and we want what we want. But a lot of it is through sheer perseverance and a commitment to wanting to raise the kind of kids who could eventually, have dinner at a friend’s house and be willing to try a new, potentially very unusual meal without complaint.Read More
Figuring out what you really need to get your infant or toddler started at daycare may seem so obvious, but when you're a new mom faced with this challenge, coupled with the stress of going back to work, sometimes it can feel overwhelming.
This post is about my experience with natural, unmedicated childbirth. I’m not fucking around in this. If you’re at all squeamish about things like vaginas or blood or poop or anything that might make you clutch your pearls and look at me sideways if we run into each other at Target then move along. This post isn’t for you. Particularly if you’re a dude who hasn’t experienced childbirth yet.Read More
It's no secret that a good swaddle is all it takes to calm that newborn baby in its fourth trimester. Every good mother worth her salt can surely do this all on her own without the help of a blog. Except, lies!!!!Read More
Statistically speaking more babies are born between April to September than any other time of the year, therefore leading to an onslaught of party invites both for baby showers and children's birthday parties. Add to that it is also historically wedding season. This is the season of socialization. This is the season of packed weekends with pending social engagements.Read More
It’s a well known joke amongst the mom squad that somehow getting out of Target with ONLY the one thing you intended to buy is like finding a leprechaun who is riding a unicorn who takes you to a pot of gold that is all yours to keep tax free.
If you want to save money shopping at Target, you have to be clear about one thing, and use one of two strategies.Read More
Last week my older brother texted me that he’d booked his vacation for next summer – I joked, “That’s only if we’re all still alive by then, hahaha!” I was only kind of joking.
He wrote back, “Huh?”
I wrote back, “You know…climate change horrors, nuclear war threats, civil war threats? Read any news lately?”Read More
Before a con man weaseled his way into the highest office in the land, before I was a mom, before I met and fell in love with my husband…I was a girl who was in love with a man who lied to me about big things for nearly five years.Read More
You were born after six intense hours of labor, and 45 minutes of“Oh-fuck-I’m-not-fucking-having-this-baby-in-the-fucking-car-goddamnit!” where your daddy thought for sure I was going to have you in the car. You were born 10 minutes after we got to the hospital in one push.
And you have maintained your all or nothing personality ever since.Read More
The simple act of writing this blog is a pretty white privileged suburban mom thing to do. I’ve got it easy AF. Sure, the act of raising young children is certainly tiring and stressful at times, and being a working mom is also tiring and stressful. And I may not get to do all the things I want or need to do in any kind of satisfying or timely way. But it’s time I spoke my truth about something that up until now I’ve been cautious of admitting on this platform.Read More