Two.

Confession: I can’t f*cking stand my son. To be clear, he’s two. Ugh. The kid wakes up before the sun rises every day. Demands Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. AND the iPad. Both. He wants two screens cause one isn’t good enough for this psychopath. He demands orange juice. Or milk. Or both, or more specifically, whichever …

Nursing.

February, 2019 I have been asked many times about my breastfeeding experiences. My response is always something like, “I’m not the right person for that question” by which I actually mean, “I had terrible experiences so I’d politely suggest that you ask someone who had a better experience”. For those of you who didn’t pry, …

The end of an era.

April, 2019 I remember the last time I breastfed my eldest. She was exactly 6 months old to the day. She’d been weaning for a couple months. We were visiting my parents in MA and we were in their office. I felt relieved that I was done. I remember the last time I breastfed my …