Baby Category Archives

Little Match Baby

Consider: a girl, no more than seven, stands with her cheeks puffed out, eyes averted to something more interesting off-camera. She’s wearing canvas dockworker pants, clogs with a slight platform, a ruffly knit vest. There’s a basket beside her, empty, …

“I’m a Punk!”: Toddler Time

Tonight, my no-longer-a-baby baby, clad only in a diaper, climbed on top of me and bellowed “I’m a punk!” the way a wolf would howl gleefully at a moon. He’s 20 months old. In baby terms, he’s a teenager—funny, wise, …

Diamond Boobies Bullshit

I love breastfeeding NS. At first, it was a source of worry—is he getting enough? too much? at the right time? is he latched? is he full? fuck, what are my boob doing all the way down there?—but these days, …

There Is A Toddler, And There Is Me

I didn’t know I wasn’t really a baby person until I spent a year with one. I love NS, obviously—everyone loves their own babies—but babies are tedious little creatures sometimes. They’re in there, but the humanity is sketched broadly and …

Portraits of a Mother I Could Be

I have a bike trailer and the kid, inside the trailer, has one fist inside a stainless steel container filled with organic dried apricots. We are riding along the lakeshore, me in a pair of performance sport sunglasses, the kid …

Schrodinger’s Siblings

There is a moment happening in my life right now, where I feel the tug of a second baby. But it’s not what you think. It’s the space where the tug should be, and I am aware of its absence. …

The Tiniest Things: Twelve Months

NS, you are one year old! It is amazing—maybe all years have felt this elastic, like a single day stretched out over a year, or a year compressed into a day. Maybe my memory has always been this layered, where …

Selfish

We are on minute 54 of screaming right now. Fifty-four minutes of screams of various pitches and modulations. Sometimes, there’s a rattling sound, when a bit of snot gets lodged in his nose. Otherwise, it mostly just sounds like shrieking. …

Dance Babies Dance

I love dancing. I’m not amazing at it; I can shimmy my hips and stomp my feet, but I’m no fluid angel of light-borne energy or anything. But I genuinely love it. When I started to do some soul-healing a …