Yeah. Call me a prude, but I’ve never even tried my own, nor had any desire to. Not only is it BLOOD JUICE, but also is for the baby who can’t eat other food, unlike me (and, presumably, Tamera Mowry).

Yup. The big one ain’t cheap, but the little one is what ratcheted the bill up so high. (Good thing we love him anyway, and thank god he wasn’t twins.)

I am fortunate enough to have a job where I have my own private office in which I can pump, and do so multiple times a day without anyone giving me any trouble about it or frankly even batting an eye. I’m jealous of your daycare benefits though, the costs for mine are legit shocking (almost $45k for 2 kids, which is…

Peppa is definitely my favorite (favourite?) kid show out there currently. Home with a sick kid one day last week, I found myself laughing out loud at it a couple times. They were not jokes my child got, which made it all the better.

I am a south Jersey expat like your wife. My kid says “wooder” to me and “water” to everyone else, and it’s hilaaaaaarious. She also says “rum” for room and drops the occasional R, like the Boston townie she is.

We even decide that certain animals’ milks are wholesome (cow, goat) while others are totally bizarre (yak, whale). 

You, sir or madam, are history’s greatest monster.

I am very jealous of your beautiful new kitchen! We’ve been slowly replacing appliances as they die (my new Bosch dishwasher has improved my quality of life exponentially), but the cabinets are still in rough shape and the counters, which in great shape, are hideous.

I didn’t even know this was at the ART! I need to sign up for their newsletters or something.

I am psyched to see Midweek Madness back, and you are my new fave.

When we got my normally incredibly smiley babeh’s passport picture done at the post office, he cried the whole time. It doesn’t even look like him! All smiles, all day every day except the 30 seconds I really needed him to smile.

The parking lot at the Coolidge Corner, Brookline, MA TJ’s is essentially something out of Mad Max. There is never not at least one cop working detail there, no matter what time, day or night.

As the mom of a nearly 4-year-old, this is extremely relatable content.

Yup. I had a tough VBAC with number two: serious blood loss that ended up being placenta accreta, second degree tear, etc. After two days, I was sent off on my own with a sack of ice packs to put in my underpants and a reminder to make a 6-week postpartum checkup. 6 weeks seemed like an eternity when I was in so much…

Kelly, are you a Masshole too?!

Unflavored for me!

Glass of water on the side for dippin!

Oh my god I had tea at Julian Gough’s house almost 20 years ago, shortly before his first novel was published; he was an internet friend of a friend of mine and I came along with her to meet him in case he was a creep (he was not, he was perfectly pleasant and welcoming and served us digestive biscuits). I forgot any…

The only thing I feel bad about is the many, many terrible renditions of Total Eclipse of the Heart that I and so many other innocent souls have been forced to suffer through.

Counterpoint: karaoke is a fucking scourge and should be eradicated immediately anyway.