When I was pregnant with Miles, my anxious personality led me to constantly wonder whether the baby was okay in there. Before I could regularly
Welp, we got home from a family trip last night. It was our third trip flying with two kids, so you’d think we’d sort of
As a mom, nothing gives me more comfort than this sentence: Everything is a phase. I started hearing that–we probably all did– as a child.
This morning I moved the snacks in my house from toddler-accessible cabinets to tall, impossible-for-anyone-under-5-feet-tall-to-reach cabinets. Now I’m shaking in my boots, nervous for the
I’m obsessing over something this week. Maybe it’s silly, and maybe it’s not. That’s why I’m obsessing over it, I think: Because I don’t know
I wrote a lot when Miles was born and during the first month of his life. Then, three months after he was born, the pandemic