First of all, let me get this out of the way: this isn’t one of those articles that’s all like, don’t buy your kid any birthday presents and pocket all that cash for college! The amount of birthday presents I buy my child (or Christmas presents, or Easter basket chocolates,...
Sunrise: My child bolts upright. Me: Child is hungry. We eat First Breakfast. We go to the park to get out...
Oh, my sweet summer child server. We were snugly seated in the open-til-midnight diner booth’s waxy, glittery seats, bemoaning the endlessness and non-ecstasies of motherhood’s sleeplessness. We meaning, in this case, myself and two mom friends. We’d just ordered our milkshakes (essential) and tots (more essential) and diet cokes (most...
I’ll admit, this is one of my favorite blog posts to write, because I feel like I get to be chatty and talk about the little things. So, if we were grabbing coffee together right now, I’d tell you that watching my almost-three-year-old daughter blossom into a real little person...
I am not my daughter’s favorite. This is not something that’s new, or something that seems to be a phase (from my vantage-point). And I’d be lying if I said it’s just a Moment in Time and that surely (surely, please) I will be her favorite eventually. It is a...
Sometimes I feel like being on vacation with a toddler is like being on the road with a tiny Jack Kerouac. It’s fun and great and mystical and magical and also you’re always wondering, are they high, or really high, or drunk, or what? And you’re just trying to make...
The Sleep Regression Sleep regressions are, in my humble blogger opinion, far and away one of the worst regressions. Just when you think life is chugging along merrily, and all your sleep woes have been overcome and climbed like a million tiny Mount Everests, suddenly there you are back at...
Dear Solo-Parenting Partner, Hi. It’s me. You know, the parent who’s currently at work, while you’re solo-parenting for the majority of this bright, sunny, long summer Saturday. I just got your text about the Extremely Difficult Morning you’ve been having, complete with a Target meltdown, and although I’m still here...
I’m a writer. I’m a mother. Recently, I attended a reading by a woman whose bestselling book I really enjoyed, and I admired (still admire!) her greatly. The heart-eyes emoji? That’s me. But I misheard her when she was giving her talk, and thought she mentioned having a young child....
The funny thing about parenthood is how much people will tell you before you become a parent (a lot) and how much you’ll actually listen to (not a lot, if you’re me). It’s not that I didn’t know that having a child would drastically change our lives as a small...