Parenting Curiosities

I’ll never forget the afternoon I sat on my living room floor, watching my friend’s 7-month-old zoom across the carpet like a tiny speed racer. Meanwhile, my 9-month-old daughter just sat there, perfectly content, playing with the same toy she’d had for twenty minutes. I smiled on the outside, but inside? I was spiraling. Why […]

I’ll never forget the panic I felt at my son’s first birthday party. My friend’s daughter, who was two weeks younger, toddled over and clearly said “cake” while pointing at the dessert table. Meanwhile, my little guy was babbling “ba-ba-ba-ba” at anyone who’d listen. I smiled and nodded, but inside I was spiraling. Why wasn’t

I’ll never forget the moment my pediatrician gently corrected me during my daughter’s four-month checkup. I’d been calling her my “newborn” when describing her sleep struggles, and the doctor smiled kindly and said, “Actually, she’s past the newborn stage now.” Wait, what? In my sleep-deprived haze, I’d somehow missed that my tiny baby had graduated

Let’s be honest: “What age is toddler?” sounds simple—until you’re deep in the snack-strewn trenches, second-guessing everything from cups to nap schedules. I used to think, “Great, my baby’s one—hello, toddlerhood!” Then the Google rabbit hole happened, with every site calling something slightly different “toddler.” If you’re feeling confused, you are absolutely not alone. Whether

I still remember the exact moment the panic hit. My daughter was five and a half months old, and my sister-in-law’s baby—two weeks younger—was already babbling away like she was hosting her own talk show. Meanwhile, my little one was still making the same cooing sounds she’d been making since she was two months old.

I’ll never forget the moment my dentist told me my 5-year-old needed a crown. Not a princess crown—a silver one on her actual tooth. My first thought was panic. “Is she sick? Did I do something wrong? Why does my child need a silver tooth?” I spent the next week googling like a woman possessed,

“Mom, do babies even have knees?” My six-year-old asked me this completely out of nowhere while we were watching his baby cousin crawl across the living room floor. I laughed and said, “Of course they do,” but then he asked the follow-up that stumped me: “But when do they get the hard part? The kneecap?”

Last summer, I stood in my driveway for fifteen minutes, hand on the car door handle, completely paralyzed by doubt. My oldest was eleven. I needed to run to the grocery store for twenty minutes. Could I leave them home alone? Would I be a negligent parent? What if something happened? I sat in my

“Can I take my booster seat out now?” my nine-year-old asked from the back seat as we pulled into the parking lot. She’d just turned nine, and apparently, that meant it was time in her mind. I hesitated because I actually wasn’t 100% sure of the answer, and that moment of uncertainty sent me into