What My Baby Taught Me | Breastfeeding + Formula

Breastfeeding is a journey. A long, constantly-evolving journey. Sometimes breastfeeding looks like these photos — beautiful, peaceful, connected. And sometimes it looks distracted, squeamish, impossible. This is the start of a new video series I’m doing, titled “What my Baby Taught Me.” The focus will be on lessons learned from my boy, shared in a minute-long video you can watch quickly (they’ll be posted to Instagram each week). This first one…. Read more

Dear Baby | I Don’t Want This Year to End

Dear Baby, It’s the end of 2017. You were born this year, on a Sunday morning from a hospital room overlooking the Hollywood sign. It was California magic to its fullest, and you danced your way into this world to George Harrison’s ‘Here Comes the Sun.’ This year answered prayers, fulfilled dreams, and multiplied love. This year caused tears, created strength, and cultivated trust in God’s bigger plan. Admittedly, a…. Read more

This is What Fall Taught me about Motherhood

Fall reminds us change is beautiful. It’s nature’s way of proving the passing of time creates a new beginning — one that always seems to come too soon, yet is so remarkably needed. I needed that reminder this year. Time never feels more fleeting than it does as a new mother. Somehow my baby’s newness is beginning to feel more routine now, and he’s more of a boy than a newborn….. Read more

Dear Baby | A Letter to My Boy Six Months In

Dear Baby, Here I am, six months in, staring at you. Your eyes find mine, and that toothless smile of yours starts to stretch wide. You have arm rolls and a round belly and a head full of hair. Some days you look a lot like me. But on most days, you look just like your daddy.  I kind of feel like we’re best friends now. We spend a lot…. Read more

A Letter to my Future Baby

For months now, I’ve been collecting thoughts to share with my growing baby. Every ultrasound, every belly kick, and every ache and pain beautifully reminds me of this little human my body is creating. I find myself sitting up at night, writing down love notes and life lessons I want the baby to know. My thoughts had been scattered everywhere — on ripped notepads all over the house, and in…. Read more