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

Author’s note: I wrote this when my daughter was significantly younger, but I was thinking today about the mindset I was in when she was little and I was struggling more with anxiety and depression.  If you’re struggling with these things postpartum, I encourage you to seek professional help.  It really, really, really helped me.  And with that, on to

Just drive the baby around, they’ll be sure to fall asleep that way! Noooope.  This was not my experience; try replacing “fall asleep” with “scream endlessly” and you’ll get a little closer to the mark.  Maybe it works for some babies (I know this is true!) but there are plenty of infants who are not fans of the automobile industry,

It’s been a minute since there was a baby in our house for the holidays, but now that we’re foster parents, there’s a little baby with us for now (whether they’ll be with us for Christmas itself is a question mark, but for now, for the foreseeable season, that’s our situation).  And since I last had a baby for the