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
Birth certificates and diaper bags and pack ‘n plays, oh my! I’ve been reading a lot about the invisible labor of motherhood and never have
It’s Easter Sunday as I write this and one thing keeps coming to mind today: Easter egg hunts > the pumpkin patch. … But only
I’m sitting alone at the Seattle airport, on my way to a friend’s bachelorette party. I’m crying. I didn’t cry when my first child, my
It’s been a tough morning in my household. My two year old woke up angry and he’s been raging ever since. As I write this,
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