Raising Baby T. Rex: Potty Training, Patience and Pride
It’s literally a social science experiment every day and we don’t have any control. That’s how it is with toddlers, I guess…
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Raising Baby T. Rex: Club Fawn, No Naps, and Reclaiming Procreation
Reclaiming queer procreation, dropping the last nap, stupid crows, Baby T. at A-Camp, and losta cute T. Rex pics.
Raising Baby T. Rex: Dinos Resist! A Guide to Raising a Little Activist
“What I’m saying is, if you’re sitting in the legislative chamber trying to hear the floor debate and someone’s kid starts crying or yelling “Baby Shark!” please be kind to them.”
Raising Baby T. Rex: Terrifying Sharks for a Toddler Ocean Explorer
Remi loves the ocean so very much wow, baking cookies with a two-year-old, some very cute holiday-ish pics, having it all is a lie, #Cativan, and more Baby T. updates for your face!
Raising Baby T. Rex: Temper Tantrums and Dinner Dance Parties
Dealing with a toddler having a temper tantrum is a lot like putting out a fire, plus mom bod nudies, Remi’s fav song for dinner dancing, cat baby watch update, and more!
Raising Baby T. Rex: How We Learn “Good” and “Bad”
“Good” and “bad” in a very bad world, fall fun, toddler logic, echolocation, fall fun, adults-only Halloween, and a requested cat + baby update.
Raising Baby T. Rex: The Soft Underbelly of a Hard Femme Mama
I love how soft I am postpartum. It’s a reminder of how my body stretched and grew and changed to grow a tiny human. I didn’t know I could be that strong and that soft simultaneously. I didn’t know my softness could be my strength.
Raising Baby T-Rex: My Mom Says We’re Exactly The Same
I wasn’t at all ready for the feelings I’d have about being adopted and queer and raising a toddler who still isn’t as old as I was when I came to the United States on an airplane.
Countdown to Baby T. Rex: Remi is Here, Labor is Hard, and Mesh Undies Are Glorious
Welcome to the world, Remi!
Countdown to Baby T. Rex: The Seven Stages of Waiting (41 Weeks)
Our Leo/Virgo cusp baby is definitely moving into Virgo territory.
Countdown to Baby T. Rex: Saying Goodbye to Our Childfree Days and Queer-Friendly Baby Books (39 Weeks)
It’s time and we’re ready-ish. Plus queer-friendly baby books, infant NFL jerseys, nightshade free living, and pregnancy acupuncture!
Countdown to Baby T. Rex: The Non-Gestational Parent Perspective and My Enduring Love for Pickles (37 Weeks)
“I think you underestimate the amount of time I spend thinking about Remi.” – Waffle
Countdown to Baby T. Rex: Embracing Queer Family and Adorable Dino Couture (35 Weeks)
I asked Waffle to curate a gallery of favorites from our very expansive dino-themed baby wardrobe. I didn’t have to ask twice.
Countdown to Baby T. Rex: Loving My Fat Mama Self and Itchy All Over (33 Weeks)
Extreme itchy scratchies, body-positive parenting, fat pregnant femme feelings, nesting, dill pickles, Korean pancakes and more as I fly past the eight-month mark.
Countdown to Baby T. Rex: Crying Over My Multigrain Waffles and Whimsical Onesies (31 Weeks)
I started the 31st week of my pregnancy crying over the kitchen sink as I crammed my gestational diabetes breakfast into my mouth. It wasn’t the pregnancy hormones this time. It was the overwhelming grief and the sudden realization of what it means to be a parent.
Countdown to Baby T. Rex: Pregnant Adoptee Feelings and Dino Decal Decisions (29 Weeks)
Being an adoptee has made being pregnant all that much more strange and interesting.
Countdown to Baby T. Rex: Sipping My Way Into the Third Trimester (27 Weeks)
“Sometimes I turn to Waffle and randomly exclaim, ‘This is happening!’ I should probably stop doing that as we get closer to, like, the possibility of me going into actual labor.”
Countdown to Baby T. Rex: “Mommy” Feelings and Dinosaur Mobiles (25 Weeks)
There is no chance I’m going to evade the Cult of Mommy-ness. My undercut can’t save me.
Countdown to Baby T. Rex: Crying Over MasterChef Junior and Halfway There (23 Weeks)
I’m not a crier. I really resist the idea that hormones affect me, but pregnancy hormones affect me. OMG.