When choosing a Wubbanub for one’s child — which is baby word for pacifier with stuffed animal attached to it, another in a long list of words I never knew and also never knew I’d …
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WHERE IS THE DRAGON
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LITERATURE!
Maybe it’s just a phase, or maybe I’m just a bit dumber now, a bit less curious now, and maybe that’s fine, but all I really want to read before bed lately is cookbooks, in …
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IF THIS VERY TINY SHOE FITS
The internet doesn’t need any more obvious content about how small and adorable and irresistible baby clothes are, or how they are 90% unnecessary, or a transcript of my inner thoughts yesterday as I found …
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ears peeled
Ever since Joe’s arrival, my hearing is sharper. It’s like some cotton from one of my many childhood ear infections was left inside and when I gave birth it was spotted, taken out, and suddenly, …
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Boys
Me, reading this Book to Joe: Okay so Joe, trucks and cars and trains are typically things that Boys like, but you don’t HAVE to like any of these things. You can like whatever you …
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Color Meditation
I can’t seem to find a single kind of meditation that actually quiets my thoughts, but I’m determined to find one. Yesterday I attempted a five minute guided ‘color meditation’ in hopes of calming my …
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you had to be there
Today, on how Babies are like Sunsets: pictures don’t capture them. You see the sunset, it’s striking, you scramble for your phone, take a picture, then look at the picture you took, and something magic …
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non-nutritive sucking
I have officially acquired a Master’s Degree in Lactation from the University of Google And that one Lactation Consultant I think I met in the Hospital, or what she a Dream? It’s an incredibly easy …
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Parent Words
One day you’re an adult with a master’s degree, you live in a house that you bought and you read Op-eds and take calls from your Lawyer, and the next day you’re a Parent and …
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Life doesn’t frighten me
Behind my left ear lives a tiny imaginary reporter from the New York Times who’s doing a profile on me. WHAT, DO YOU NOT HAVE THAT? Each morning they ask: Say, Bekah, what do you …