So where do you draw the line and how far do you go with explaining ‘what’s outside their bubble’? What is the age rating on the atrocities of life?

Sometimes it’s nice to have something just for you.

On the baby monitor one might see swaddle breaks, pacifier pitching or future presidents of crib climbers anonymous but the mommy monitor would surely catch me…

I'm starting to learn our lives are not the sum of different parts. They are hundreds of todays strung together.

The women here well before lunchtime, whose dark-circled eyes match my own? These are my people.

Our WiFi connection is strong, but our personal connection has never been weaker.

And as they grow, you might even wish all those small things back-the things that drove you crazy then-you might take them back in a heartbeat.

There are very few ways in which I find being a parent is comparable to being a celebrity.

We are tired because we just cannot stop giving our children our love, not even when it’s our turn to rest.

This is how it goes most days: my daughter drains every ounce of me with her demands, and then fills me back up with complete joy and bliss.