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!
we are adults now
La Boda Jota #4: Loving Another Queer Latina Is A Radical Act
I choose her, always, because she’s my home and my light.
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.
La Boda Jota #3: What’s a Fat Tomboy Femme to Wear on Her Wedding Day?
The first question people asked me when I got engaged was what I was going to wear to the wedding. My impulse reaction was to blurt out, “how the fuck should I know?”
La Boda Jota #2: Wedding Planning Woes
“At the start of every year, I feel an itch to plan and make vision boards and examine my life and my goals. I knew one thing on my 2018 to-do list was certain and it was getting married and having a wedding.”
La Boda Jota #1: We’re Not Gonna Wait ‘Til I’m 28
As I quickly learned from the jump, when two queer Latinas are trying to get married — something that sometimes feels like is unheard of — there’ll be some bumps in the road.
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.
Y’All Need Help #16: You Can Do Things About You!
Being miserable at your 9-5 job, your family isn’t wild about your fiancee and you’re embarrassed to get married, you’re not wild about your current roommate, and people think you might be related to your gal BUT YOU’RE NOT. Come on in!
Also.Also.Also: Three Grown Women Touch a Silky Chicken and Other Stories
Fcking gummy bears man, Standing Rock documentary, a gay Disney character, Stranger Things stuff, and other things that are so good to read that I can’t explain it to you here.
Show Us Your Planners: A Queer Organization Roundtable
“I like my setup right now because it’s a visual reminder that little by little, progress adds up.”
Home Sweet Homo: An Autostraddle Homeowner Roundtable
Cee, Beth, Aja, and KaeLyn share their daring tales of real-life homeownership and their solid advice to future homebuyers!
Home Sweet Homo: A Guide to Buying Your First Home
Where do you even start the journey of finding your dream home? Right here!
What Actually Useful Things Did You Learn From Your Exes?
So grateful to our exes for opening our eyes to these tips and tricks and vital life skills. No really, we’re actually grateful. Sarcasm-free.
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.