Category: Kids

You’d think in 2025 people would be over it by now. But no. Breastfeeding in public is still the spectacle of the century. I sit down with my baby, pull …

My car used to be a car. You know, leather seats that smelled vaguely like “new” and that feeling of pride when people got in and said, “ooh, nice.” Those …

Every mom has her thing. Some swear by yoga, some by wine, some by long walks where no one calls their name every 10 seconds. For me, it’s coffee. That …

If there was a paycheck for applying sunscreen, I’d be rich. Like, retire-to-a-condo-in-Boca rich. Because let me tell you, no one — and I mean no one — works harder …

Every mom knows Target is supposed to be therapy. It’s where you go to wander aimlessly down aisles, buy throw pillows you don’t need, and sip your iced latte while …

There I was, trying to decide if the two-for-one Ben & Jerry’s counted as a grocery necessity or a “treat-yourself” moment, when Nico casually lobbed a grenade into my shopping …

Every playground has its drama, but nothing gets me more heated than slide politics. You’d think it would be simple: kids climb the ladder, kids slide down, repeat. Easy, right? …

There’s a noise in my house that’s louder than the TV, more persistent than the cat at 6 a.m., and definitely more grating than Rex crunching chips at midnight. It’s …

Motherhood really should come with a job description, and if it did, mine would read: “Must possess the stamina to fold approximately 17 loads of laundry per week while simultaneously …

There are days when I feel like I’ve got this whole parenting thing down. The kids eat a vegetable, no one cries at Target, and I even get a hot …