Yeah, yeah, yeah – we want more sleep and more patience and five fewer pounds and to want to want cucumber water instead of Caribou. But here at Twin Cities...
{Photo credit: Markus Reinhardt on flickr (Creative Commons)} I’m pretty sure it’s mama-normal to obsessively pin birthday crepe-cake recipes and search for a helium source for a 3 ½-foot “2” balloon. I also think...
{Photo credit: Chelsey Osborne Photography} Hi, my name is Kate, and I’m addicted to change. My husband and I missed the whole opposites-attract memo; he’s got the bug, too. In...
In my quick lunchtime perusal of the mom-blogosphere, I skimmed a post lifting up working moms and another saluting stay-at-home moms. There was an ode to breastfeeding and a defense of...
Hello from the other side…of our toddler-breakfast rut. My one-year-old and I eat breakfast together every morning and are seriously stuck on the same boring oatmeal-banana-nut butter combo. Enter a couple...
It’s like the transition from carefree grabbing your keys and running out your door to the rigmarole that is preparing to leave the house with a baby. Swimming with a wee one is...
It sounds so complicated, and it’s so simple: baby-led weaning is a method of introducing solids where babies feed themselves the same foods adults eat. If you want to be...
In elementary school, I was the smarty-pants kid who got 100 on her spelling tests and 99 on math, plus the two points of extra credit. While I felt super...
When I was pregnant, my husband and I didn’t find out whether we were having a girl or boy. We thought the anticipation was fun. That the surprise would be...
Last winter, I was sitting in my five-week-old’s nursery chair pumping, cooing at her in her Rock ‘N’ Play at my feet, when it hit: that sudden flippy, floppy, churny...
It was a verifiable miracle: Somehow I woke up on Christmas morning able to cram my 40-weeks-pregnant belly into my festive footie pajamas and zip them up. Even though it...
I didn’t exactly plan for my water to break in my festive footie pajamas after a big Christmas breakfast. But then again, the due date listed on my chart was...
As I triumphantly rolled my four-month-old under the balloon-arch finish line of her first 5K on this side of the womb, a grinning volunteer yelled, “You’re the first stroller!” I...
It took 10 weeks and 5 days after my daughter’s birth to get to D-Day. Two-and-a-half months of perfect days and perfectly imperfect nights, snuggling, cooing, feeling the sunshine on...