When my daughter started eating solids at five months, I remember how zen I was about food allergies. We had no family history of them, and I had no plans to sit in our pediatrician’s parking lot when I fed her peanuts for the first time, or hover over her high chair while she tried scrambled eggs.
So it does seem a little ironic that out of all my pals with babies who stressed about feeding the top 8 allergens, I’m the one who has a child with a food allergy.
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I didn’t set out to create a collection of slightly sad books. But after looking over the list of completed reads this month, these were the stories that stood out to me the most.
Despite being a little bit heavy, all of these novels and memoirs added something valuable to my perspective— from exploring the blowback caused by unexpected DNA test results to hearing about the connection between women, today’s culture of overwork, and alcoholism.
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I’m not usually the person who has luck finding name brand items at thrift stores. Vintage lamps and cute dresses for my daughter? Check and check. But when it comes to recognizing things that people love, I’m pretty clueless.
However, one thing I do know a lot about is bougie baby stuff. I was cruising the back room of our local Salvation Army this weekend looking for a matching pair of walnut nightstands when I spotted something I recognized.
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Every summer we’re flooded with articles shouting “TOP SUMMER READS!!! Take these books to the beach/lakehouse/any warm, relaxing place!”
But where are all the winter reads at? Winter isn’t a popular time for reading, probably because nobody has time until summer vacation rolls around. Luckily for you, I was able to squeeze some books into my very busy January. Here’s what I read that you should check out.
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When I was pregnant, cloth diapering was firmly in the “Oh no, never” category of parenting things I wanted to try. Changing Evie’s diapers would be my first time getting up close and personal with human waste and the thought of spraying poop off fabric at the end of the day made me queasy. But as Evie got older, I realized we were wasting a lot of disposable diapers. Well, not exactly “wasting”— they were serving a purpose, if only briefly, and then into the garbage they went.
I decided to give cloth diapers a try for a week to see how it compared to using disposables. Here’s what I found out!