Moms are pretty powerful beings, but we all need a boost once in a while (most of us get it in the form of a Starbucks latte or an invigorating trip through the Target aisles). Here are some added abilities that would make life just a little easier.
Chelsea Day is a DIY geek with strong ideas about everything from television to fermented tea. She tackles domestic life one day at a time on her family blog, Someday I’ll Learn. Adventures include oven mitt fires, blender mishaps and an occasional “win” in the baking department. With two rambunctious little boys who help her appreciate the value of coffee and silence, she spends nap time making baby food from scratch while reminiscing about her former career as a marketing executive. The family has recently made the switch from city living to sprawling countryside, and they have their hands full with an array of adopted animals.
When it comes to raising kids, dads have an uncanny knack for sussing out the awesome from the not-so-necessary. Here are our favorite fathers’ fresh takes on the hottest stuff for babies.
The holiday season brings a ton of perks and perils for weary pregnant moms. Depending on how you look at it, the onslaught of in-laws can be a help or a hindrance to your maternity experience. Here are the biggest upsides and drawbacks to having a proverbial bun in the oven during the holidays.
You expect the high cost of cribs, clothes and medical insurance, but there are a lot of smaller fees that come along with kids. Here are the sneaky budget add-ons that add up fast for new parents.
When you become a parent, there are long days and sleepless nights and a severe lack of life rafts to buoy you up when it seems, at times, that the world is falling apart around you.
Thank you, coffee, for being my life raft.
We see a lot of suggestions for increasing gratefulness in our lives with journals, letters and vision board programs. Young parents may be too busy for drawn-out activities, but anyone can find a few moments to give thanks between feeding the kids and arranging the office potluck. Here are our favorite, actionable tips to help you feel more grateful right this second.
Babies are born with some pretty cool innate abilities. I swear my oldest could sort his toys into detailed groupings by size, color, quantity and texture pretty much since birth. My second child has a clear indifference towards this sort of engineering, but he does have a knack for words and the charm of a youthful Seth MacFarlane.
A recent study has found that babies are actually born with an inherent tendency to be good at math or to fail when it comes to arithmetic. Scientists have found that babies who are good at determining the difference between large and small groups of items are likely to do better in math when they get older.
When I found out I was pregnant with my first son, I had absolutely no idea how far along I was. I’ve never been particularly “regular” in the menstrual department, and things were complicated even further by the fact that my last period had been exceptionally light. Persistent nausea drove me to take a pregnancy test, and that double-lined stick raised more questions than answers. How far along WAS I? Was that last period actually just implantation bleeding?
When I brought my first son home from the hospital, I was a nervous wreck. I’d read all the studies on SIDS, every statistic and safety precaution. There was nothing fluffy in or near his crib, which had adequate spacing between the slats and a perfectly-tilted mattress. And yet, I couldn’t unwind. Friends would tell me to “sleep when the baby sleeps.” Instead, I’d hover blearily over him, stressing over every up and down movement of his tiny chest. I’d finally drift off only to startle awake with horrific, nightmarish visions in my head.
When I told my OBGYN that I was pregnant with my second just 18 months after the first, he audibly winced. “Psychologists and other experts typically recommend a three-year age gap between kids,” he explained when I looked at him questioningly.
I soon found that this concept of three years being the ideal spacing was well-known in the baby-having world. Friends and relatives would often bring up concerns about my children’s well-being (despite the fact that it was OBVIOUSLY a little late to address timing). What gives with all the unwarranted opinions? I decided to do a little digging.