On September 10th, my tiny baby turned one year old, and quite frankly, I’m still in shock. Because she’s not walking yet, I’ve been in denial, but the truth is plain to see—I no longer have a newborn, an infant, or a baby. I am the parent of a toddler.
I was never really around younger kids growing up (I’m the youngest of my whole family) so I had no idea what in the world to plan for her birthday party, let alone how to answer the well-meaning but totally stupefying question of “what does she want?” The only thing that she is truly, truly passionate about is food and empty water bottles. I figured I should probably just ask around to find out “What’s the best gift you can give a one-year-old, and why?” Continue reading →
As many of you may know, Phoenix just turned one year old, and that meant that we’d soon have to say goodbye to the only stroller we’d ever known, the Doona. Because I’m a first time mama and really didn’t have any experience with any other stroller, I was more than a little nervous. How was I ever going to fall in love with anything else when the whole reason I bought the Doona was to avoid having a big bulky stroller? So on the 28th, Phoenix and I packed up and headed over to the ELK Café in Brooklyn to check out the latest additions to the Britax family. Continue reading →
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 →
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 →
Taking on parenthood with passion and a wry sense of humor, Kimmy is the mother to an adorable fifteen-month-old boy. She shares avidly with her online community her views about politics, breastfeeding and day-to-day life. Kimmy has been known to spend the occasional Sunday morning dancing with her son and eating pancakes. Continue reading →
Model, motivator and mother of two adorable boys, Mafer is an avid supporter of breastfeeding and lactation education. She is a radio announcer at Radio Impacto2 and encourages her friends and family to live a powerful, positive and healthy life. Continue reading →
Mother of two, Kerri is a teacher, volunteers with her local ministry, and takes graduate classes. Her youngest child, now nearly eleven months old, struggled with lip and tongue ties as well as gastrointestinal discomfort. Both children are now thriving thanks to her dedication and selflessness, as well as her apparent ability to get by without sleep. When she’s not teaching, taking care of her family, or volunteering, Kerri runs an Etsy shop creating keepsakes for parents. Continue reading →
For years, I’ve known that I wanted to have children. I’m a Cancer, after all. I grew up identifying myself with a “maternal nature,” and as an adult, fantasized about getting pregnant. But like many other people of my generation, I tempered my baby fever with the knowledge that we were just not financially ready to have kids. So I made lists of all the criteria I would need to meet before having them. Continue reading →
I am African-American, Dominican, and Cherokee. I grew up in a home where there was a lot of love, and my family brought in enough money to pay the bills, but we were paycheck-to-paycheck anyway. When I went to public school, my class was predominantly black. To them, the Dominican boy was Dominican. The Polish boy was Polish. Both of them were lighter than me, but to my class, I was white.
At eleven years old, I received a scholarship for minority students and was accepted into a prestigious private school. I was surrounded by white people and I was definitely not one of them. I thought the two Chinese, one Puerto Rican and two other black students that were accepted at the same time as I was would have my back, but they drifted into their cliques and I was alone. And light-skinned. Continue reading →