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I had a post all planned and ready to go up today, and then my friend Nicole dropped off the most amazing biscotti on my front porch (because Italians do awesome things like drop off delicious homemade food to your doorstep, unsolicited), and it threw the most delicious and crunchy wrench into my plans to post about something else–something that’s not nearly as awesome as homemade desserts.

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I remember being young and swimming with my mom at the pool, and every time we went into the pool she would insist on keeping her head out of the water and her hair dry. I also remember thinking, How lame.

One of the sweetest ways to welcome a new baby is with a gorgeous birth announcement. Sure, you can announce your little one’s arrival on social media, but there’s something about holding a picture in your hand that makes it that much better. (Plus, last I checked you can’t put a Facebook photo on a magnet […]

Before I tell you the mental short circuit that led to the above-mentioned moment, let me assure you that she’s all good. They were bamboo sharks, which if Wikipedia is to be believed, are “harmless to humans.”

Babies are like bad rental tenants. They move into a pristine place, then proceed to tear down the wallpaper, scratch the hardwood, dent the baseboards and then on the way out be all, “What? What did I do so wrong?!”

My kids are slowly destroying our house, one flooded bathroom floor and lipstick-painted rug at a time. As I write this, my daughter is digging Nutella from the jar with a Lego and eating it. She is failing mightily at actually getting it into her mouth.

Ask any mom: One of the most fun and rewarding things about giving birth to a tiny human is dressing said tiny human in their early years.

Lots of skin problems, some research shows, can be caused or exacerbated by compromised skin. What does compromised mean? Skin that’s been stripped of its natural protective properties by over-cleansing or over-treating.