How can I wear my baby at Renaissance Fest without clashing with my ensemble?
The Renaissance Fest in my state is happening soon and a group of us are road tripping to spend a weekend there with the kidlets. I have my costumes all picked out, but I have no clue what to do with my toddler. We are a babywearing family, so I’d love to wear her, but I’m pretty (selfishly) concerned about the aesthetic of the Ergo with my corset. I’m also wondering… what would a one-year-old wear to Renaissance Fest anyways?
How taking daily mini-hikes helps me deal with The Baby Stuff
One day, after they had been sitting next to the back door for nearly six months without being used, I felt like my hiking boots were… looking at me. With an expression. I looked back at them and thought about all the reasons why not. My boots stayed where they were, and I made heartfelt explanations as to why I felt we couldn’t be together.
Because few things are better than two dads in matching shirts holding matching babies
Alan and Brian have been married for years and have always dreamed of starting a family. They took matters into their own hands and found a surrogate in India. They were more than pleasantly surprised when they learned that she was pregnant with twins. The pair has recently returned to New York City from India with their son and daughter in tow — and now the family is complete.
Breastfeeding without the milk (using the Supplemental Nursing System)
I waited for my breasts to change the nine(ish) months I was pregnant — to grow or change in some way. I knew that they didn’t always get larger during pregnancy, but I never really experienced anything at all in the way of breast changes. The only time I remember any breast-related pregnancy symptom was having tender nipples once or twice — it was uncomfortable, but secretly I was cheering on the inside because I was worried about the lack of changes. One more than one occasion I did wonder out loud if I would have milk production issues since my breasts were not showing any indication that they would be up to the task.
No, that’s not my daughter: how being a sister prepared me for motherhood
Sometime in 8th grade I went to the store with my mom and my youngest sister, AJ. I remember people watching the three of us walking through the store with quizzical looks. They would look first at my mom, then to me, then to AJ, then back to me. Finally, as we made our way through the checkout, the cashier looked at me and said “Your daughter is so cute,” then back to my mother and finished “You are a lucky grandma!” I stared, my 14-year-old self feeling completely embarrassed and horrified, as my mom calmly answered, “Actually, I’m the mom. They are both mine.”
Two mamas + one baby = three family members happy in the park
Lindsay is a regular contributor ’round these parts, and I was stoked when she sent over the family photos she and her wife recently had made by Angie Tabaczynski of Portland-based Kate Kelly Photography.
How can I find a pediatrician I’m comfortable with?
I’m wondering how members of the community came to find an offbeat/accepting/respectful pediatrician within the confines of area and insurance. I’m having a hard time finding someone that will be respectful of my decisions as a parent.
A punkishly good afternoon
One of the things that a lot of photographers are doing today that I absolutely LOVE is involving some kind of narrative with their photo sessions. Take this series of shots from Briana Moore Photography for example — first, you’re chillin’ at the park. You have your two kiddos and baby in tow, just hanging out and having a good time. And then you breezily transition over a set of stairs and hang by an incredible brick wall, where you proceed to absolutely OWN your family photo session.