War and Teeth. Love in the Time of Teething. A Tale of Two Teeth. That a novel based solely on the tumult of teething hasn’t made into our literary canon can only mean that…
There’s nothing cuter than a tiny pair of overalls. Or a pint-sized dress. Even the least consumerist among us might feel a little pang when confronted with a shiny pair of sneakers in miniature.…
One bedroom. Three people.This is not a steamy story, though I do my best to keep our bedroom that way. Every night I fill a little enamel pan with water and set it on…
The diaper bag we pack for Faye is a fairly bare bones affair. Of course it’s not entirely bare bones, because life with a baby isn’t bare bones. It’s padded bones. A little messy…
When James and I finally finished our apartment hunt last winter and signed our lease, people who we told about our new place were considerably less shocked by the fact that we would be…
In parenting and tiny apartments, there’s no magic formula. What works in our wee space might not translate to yours, but here’s a little run-down of the latest in the saga we’re calling two…
Since maternity leave is comprised mostly of changing diapers—over and over and over again—and since I’ve finally reached the point where I can manage to juggle baby and keyboard for brief 30-minute stints (kind…
Tip #102: Buy a quart of white paint. See what you can’t cover with it. Over the weekend, James and I tackled bébé’s closet—er, bedroom…er, changing area—oh, let’s just call it the baby’s space. It’s…
As an addendum to last week’s post about neutral baby clothes and building a layette for bébé, here’s the truth of the matter: just when you finish gathering together your ideal list of petit bébé…