If I were to bill my hours like the lawyer I once was (for a very brief period), here’s what this morning would look like:
My baby girl is nearly eight months old and she’s not really a BABY anymore. I mean, she is a baby, she totally is–but also
I don’t really think of myself as a sentimental person, and I kinda can’t believe I’m titling a post “the most beautiful quote I’ve ever
Tomorrow, tomorrow, mama goes back to work TOMORROW! Today is the last day of my second and final maternity leave and I’m feeling … chaotic.
A friend once told me that before she had babies, she never thought about the fact that newborns wake up multiple times a night. “I
Below is a selection of things my two-year-old son got mad about over the weekend. This is a non-exhaustive list. I only let him