When I was a kid, I wanted to take my doll outside. My mother told me I couldn’t because it would be ruined if I left it there overnight.
Babies are so cool!
One year later and I still think about my baby most days. I find myself wondering if it’d be a boy or a girl, or what he or she would look like. Sometimes I even find myself Googling “baby development stages” to see what little behaviors it would have developed by now.
We all forget to put diapers under their tiny shorts sometimes. We all have cried at Whole Foods. We all love our children. So can’t we all just be nice to each other?
Spiking dishes with hidden vegetables and lying about it is a good thing to do.
Are there any seven words more terrifying than the dreaded “can you hold him for a second?”
“Did I shower today?”
Turns out, people say that a baby looks just like a father for fear that the child might otherwise be abandoned.
My husband found me on my knees in Gracie’s nursery, sobbing, pointing helplessly to the crib.