The other night, Jeff and I were trying to get Teddy down to sleep. We'd rock him and cuddle him, and he'd drift happily off to dreamland. But the moment we put him down -- slowly, carefully, like we …
Full-on rage. That's what I felt this morning when I read, "I don't want to see your boobs: Military Moms Breastfeeding or Super Models on Time," from ChicagoNow blogger kirby on Cheaper tha…
Yesterday, Teddy and I went to Target to pick up a few things we needed. While I was perusing down an aisle, a little girl, maybe about 2 or so, started crying - wailing, really. She was throwing some…
This week, I had a dream that woke me up in a cold-sweat. I was in our apartment, when a rattling wind swept down the hall. It set into motion two identical baby swings that sat nearby, the s…
It started with pacifiers. I was researching them, trying to figure out if the plastic ones I inherited from my sister are potentially harmful for Teddy. I came across this - Perils of the Pacifi…
My dad died when I was 11, and I've always been sad that he never got to know me as an adult. What would he think of me? I wonder this from time to time, and even though people close to me assure me t…
Richard Roeper, go jump in a lake. Okay, that's immature. But that was my honest first reaction to Roeper's recent column, "January Jones leads in Gross Moms bracket," where an unmarried, childless…
I was sitting across from her at the table with my 2-week-old in my lap when I heard the question. "So, did you have a natural birth?" It was one of those moments in conversations where you're s…
