I was a summer baby, and three of my four kids were born in the warmer months. I have never gotten over the fact that summer eventually ends and turns into short, cold days for months on end. I’m from Maine, you see. “Winter” up there is a shockingly dramatic yearly lifestyle change, as well as two of the three

I think we can all unanimously agree that the postpartum period is overwhelming. From recovering from childbirth, learning your baby’s cues, tending to your other children if you have them, and running on a total lack of sleep, it can often feel like you’re moving through life in a daze. I’m honestly amazed that I remember anything from those foggy

There are days when being a mom is truly unicorns and rainbows. Maybe your baby finally slept through the night or maybe he gave you so many kisses and hugs that your heart is overflowing. Whatever the case, you are loving motherhood. Then there are the days when your child has painted your walls with all of the food he’s

I can only speak for myself, but when I think about my pre-baby life, it sometimes feels like a totally different existence. From making spontaneous, last-minute plans, going on random road trips, to bonding with my girlfriends over Sunday morning mimosas, I can confidently say that a lot has changed. My social life used to centered around doing exciting things,

Before I began my breastfeeding journey, I was met with a lot of great advice, some not-so-good advice, and almost a complete lack of what I like to call “a warning would’ve been nice!” As much as I appreciated hearing anecdotal experiences about how to increase supply or fix a faulty latch, I also wanted to know all the nitty-gritty

Do you find yourself trying so hard to be happy that you end up missing out on what’s really important in life? Do you feel like there is not enough time in the day to get things done, leading to a constant feeling of stress? Do you yell more than you think you should? Do you struggle with anxiety or

“Did I like the car when I was a baby?” my daughter recently asked, eyes wide and bright.  I paused.  I could tell her she hadn’t been a big fan of the car when she was a baby. That my work commute was long, that my time off was meager between giving birth and going back, that my body struggled

Have you ever spent an hour or so on Instagram, scrolling through the seemingly endless stream of mommy-blogs, only to suddenly start feeling sorry for yourself? I have. Don’t get me wrong; my life is good. My family is healthy, we have a roof over our heads, and plenty of food on the table. So what’s the problem? Well, this

It’s often implied that somewhere around the third trimester, pregnant women instinctively start to nest in anticipation of their newest little arrival. I’m not sure why this calling for me seems to manifest itself into baking pies, washing floorboards, and finally cleaning out those weird crumbs in the crevices in my oven, but it is what it is. As much

I love being a toddler-mom. There is something so magical about watching a tightly-swaddled little caterpillar of a baby transform into a reckless winged butterfly. There are few things I love more than watching my daughter learn, grow, and interact with the world around her. In fact, it often feels like I’m rediscovering the enchantment of life through the perspective