All the ginger mom real-talk confessions, all the time. *cracks knuckles* Here we go. I have a ginger kid and when I signed her up for Irish dance class, I did so ostensibly because I know she’ll enjoy it, but maaaaybe also because I know how she’ll be a Poster Child for the sport. I have a ginger kid and

It’s hard to find music for children that you won’t hate listening to, and sometimes your children hate your music. Here’s some stuff that may provide a nice cheerful medium. KIDS’ MUSIC THAT DOESN’T SUCK Ms. Cacie “Wheelchairs are for Wheelies” and “The Princess Who Saved Herself” are just two song titles by Ms. Cacie, whose album “Yes Means Yes!”

I have come to the conclusion that I really suck at playdates. Who knew it was something a person could be bad at? Playing, dating, what could possibly…oh, right, dating sucks, so in a way it makes sense that a playdate might be somewhat fraught. So here we are: you, me, and this sinking playdate ship. How am I so

Spring is so close, I can taste it.  Finally!  And as my daughter gets older, leaving her babyhood and heading into full-blown childhood, sharing these little joys has become such a gem in my life.  So today, I wanted to share with you some moments that felt particularly special to me lately, in the hopes that maybe they remind you,

To follow up on my last blog post about how to win at the breastfeeding olympics, I wanted to branch out and provide some fun books to read together that lean into the olympic spirit!  (I’m a librarian and a mama, so I come by my book recommendation posts honestly!) Max and Marla by Alexandra Boiger.  This book is PERFECT

  Be kind to yourself. Be kind to yourself. No seriously, be kind to yourself.  Breastfeeding is easy for some people, and hard for others, and no matter where you fall on that spectrum, there will likely come a time when you feel pressured to hide, or pressured to skip a pump session, or pressured to just stop already even

I used to care about names a lot.  I can’t overstate this.  One of the first “someday when we have kids” conversations my husband and I had revolved around our favorite baby names.  We had lists and lists, and frontrunners before we ever thought about wedding reception table runners.  Then came the years of struggle, loss and infertility.  The lists

“At least you can go home and get some rest!” my well-meaning coworker said as I shouldered my bag wearily to head back home early, citing the gross cough and fever I was rocking. “Hahahahaha!” I replied.  “Ahahahah,” I added, wiping a tear from my eye. Okay maybe it didn’t quite happen that way.  More like, I smiled ruefully and

I realized I was doing my postpartum workouts all wrong when I realized… I was waiting for the perfect time to go to the gym. I was waiting for both children to be totally asleep and non-fussy to roll out my yoga mat. I was waiting for a time when (theoretically) I hadn’t eaten quick-and-easy blue box Mac & Cheese

As we head into a new year, it likely means you’re thinking about family trips to be planned.  Enjoy this blast from my past of toddler trip planning! STEP ONE: THE IDEA “Let’s go to that ginger festival this year,” I said, diving into my pasta as my husband Patrick and I settled down at the dinner table, toddler safely