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

It was really cold this past week where I live.  Like, REALLY COLD.  And since it’s only January, I have a feeling this won’t be the last freezing week of Hoth-like temperatures to keep us all stuck inside.  Because let’s be real: even if your little ones do want to play outside in sub-zero temperatures, it might not be safe

Look. I have nothing against New Year’s resolutions.  Self-improvement is a lifetime process, it’s good to have goals, it’s good to try to be the best people we can be. But I propose not asking the new moms in your life what their New Year’s resolutions are.  Or, if you’re a new mom yourself, feel free to feel a tug

He sees you when you’re sleeping. He knows when you’re awake. He knows if you’ve been bad or good. So be good for goodness sake! I’ll do Santa one better. I see you when…you’re redirecting the baby away from the tree for the upmteenth time, frustrated that this is not as magical as you envisioned when you thought of Baby’s