The 2018 New York Baby Show (Sponsored) (Guest)

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Okay, okay. I don’t exactly have a baby anymore–Phoenix is walking, talking and even potty training! That’s why I reached out to my friend Whitney and her lovely family to stop by the New York Baby Show. They’re perfectly adorable and were in the market for all the latest and greatest baby must-haves for their eight-month-old daughter.

Buyer’s remorse? It happens to the best of us, especially for new parents. You have that rabbit hole of the internet, your parents, your friends and even strangers giving you advice on how to raise your child. As a first time mom, I usually second guess if I have bought the right car seat, if there’s a better way to get her to sleep or if the food my baby is eating is the healthiest. This year’s New York Baby Show was the best place to get the scoop on the in’s and out’s of baby gear. Continue reading

New York Baby Show 2018

New York Baby Show | babydroppings

So it’s that time of year again! If you’re an expecting parent and you’re anywhere in the greater NYC area, the @NewYorkBabyShow is the place to get the inside scoop on all the coolest gear for your little ones. You’d be shocked at how techy the baby gear can get–there’s new innovations in bottle design, space-age fabric for carriers, car seats that talk to you via a smartphone app, and strollers that charge your phone. Continue reading

Newborn Necessities

Day One of motherhood! Photo courtesy of Bella Baby Photography.  #babydroppings
Day One of motherhood! Photo courtesy of Bella Baby Photography.

A friend of mine is expecting in January, and contacted me to ask about what she should have on hand for baby’s first month. My first thought was to google an adorably-Pinnable checklist of what to buy and what not to buy, but I realized that my experience had been more like a Pinterest fail. So many of the things that I bought, registered for or stocked up on barely made it out of the box. Continue reading

Fighting The Flu with Maty’s (Giveaway!)

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I received no compensation for this post, just the product for testing. As always, all opinions are true and 100% my own. 

One of the most stressful things about being pregnant and breastfeeding is that your list of over-the-counter remedies pretty much evaporates. When I was pregnant, I couldn’t take anything for nausea, indigestion, or headaches. I thought that was bad…until I was breastfeeding and got the flu. Not once, or even twice, but three times. Continue reading

National Child Passenger Safety Week (sponsored by Diono)

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Phoenix says “Hi!”

According to the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration, a child under the age of thirteen is involved in a crash every 33 seconds.  Fortunately, due to growing awareness of the importance of car seat safety and the dedication of car seat manufacturers to the highest quality and safest products possible, most of those crashes are not fatal.

We can’t control whether or not our child will be in an accident, but we can control some important factors that will increase their chances of surviving in the event of a crash: Continue reading

Breastfeeding Almost Made Me Quit My Job

Allaya pumps on her break at work.
I love my job. I’ve been teaching adult education classes for the last three years, and I feel that helping people establish their new careers while simultaneously teaching them about finance is rewarding and important work. However, since I came back from maternity leave, I’ve thought about quitting before every. single. class. Continue reading

Letters to My Baby

 

Photo courtesy of Kanji Photography.
My mother wasn’t a very sappy woman, but she loved to create heirlooms and save memories. Now that I have my own little one, and my mother has passed away, I find myself wanting to hold on to every little moment and every little thing as well, because I know how infinitely valuable those relics will be years from now.

About two years ago, when I was going through a box of things from my mom’s old apartment, I came across a letter that she had written to me when I was in high school. “Life is short,” she said. I know my high-school self had dismissed the sentiment, but my hands shook as I read it and cried.  Continue reading