Hard-boiled eggs. “Don’t open it Mommy, I want to eat it whole.” A cream-cheese sandwich. Hummus. Toast with avocado. Are you jealous yet? Max’s diet sounds pretty healthy for a 3 1/2 year old, doesn’t it? But in our house, looks are deceiving. Max has created strict rules around eating, and after years of watching…
Can I tell you a secret? Other moms piss me off. So I’ve decided to turn my FaceBook freak-outs frustration into a handy, informative blog post. For all y’all who have some advice to give. Yes, this is a community. Yes, your feedback is welcome. Yes, I am a huge proponent of everyone learning from…
Dear Teacher L and Teacher N, Tomorrow is Max’s first day of preschool summer camp. Of course, it’s not his first first day. It was thanks to you that Max survived thrived during his first first day, last summer, exactly one year ago. The baby boy who was only a few days into two years…
This post is going to be about formula, which unfortunately, means that I need to start with a disclaimer. I know that “breast is best”. I know that breastfeeding isn’t easy, and that there are dozens of resources available to help a struggling mom find her footing in the land of boobs and milk. I…
There is a deep chasm of fear and failure that separates the mother that I am, and the mother that I long to be. When I was pregnant with Max, I was SO good at parenting that some days I amazed even myself. I took classes on breastfeeding and childbirth at a swanky private boutique…
There’s an article over at BlogHer today that has me all fired up. It’s about judging parents, and how it’s actually ok. Except it’s not. It was written by a new mom, someone whose blog I actually really like. A young mom. A mom who maybe hasn’t weathered the storms of toddler reflux, breastfeeding failure, post-partum…
Dear Internet Gods of Karma or whatever, FUCK. YOU. No really. Fuck you. I know that just a few days ago I ran my mouth about how “It gets better”. Better is sooo beautiful, I bragged. The colors and the ocean air and the blah blah blah. I almost didn’t write it. I almost didn’t…