Today is Linnea’s four-month birthday and the mini milestone is making me think about something I’ve been musing over since Miles was a tiny baby.
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
I’ll start this post with a few embarrassing admissions: I love reading Refinery29’s Money Diaries, in which an anonymous person records all their spending—and often
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
The other day, someone asked me about the most important thing I’ve learned so far about parenting a toddler. Truly NOTHING is more important than
My one and a half year old, my baby girl, my second and last child, is a toddler. She screams when she doesn’t get her