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Kroshka, I am gonna tell you an incredible story. A story of how I met your father. Ten years ago, before I was mama, I had this whole other life. Tada-tada-tada-tada-tada-tada-tada-tada-papa-paaaapaaaaa-papapapa-rararararararararaaaaaaaaa! I do hope you recognized the melody and sang…
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When I used to read parents’ praise to their babies — usually around the time of the kid’s birthday, usually on social media — all those “you are the best thing that ever happened to me” and “I am learning…
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I’ve been contemplating on a subject for October post for a few weeks now. There are plenty of things I want to talk about — motherhood is one topic that is impossible to exhaust. I want to write about judging…
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It is only after having a child that I learned how deep into the alphabet the letters on bra labels run. Most of my life I had a D cup — a point of shame and frustration at school and…
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When Kroshka was two or three weeks old my husband and I went out for strolls around the city. Our son easily slept three hours in his stroller so we would make it to the old town, grab a coffee,…
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I woke up at 6.15 in the morning. My husband was about to leave for work. My son was screaming. “6.15 is too early… I can’t start the day at 6.15, Kroshka, please, go back to sleep.” He listened, we…
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A few months ago I saw one of my friends’ babies turn half a year which they celebrated with a full-blown party and half a cake. Get it? Half a year — half a cake. “Is that a thing now…
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I am known around the block as that lady who rocks her baby to sleep every time, apparently. The other day, when I was — appropriately — rocking my son in front of my apartment building so I can put…
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— Have you ever seen a perfect human being?— No.— Birth a baby, and you’ll see one.My mom and I In the past year I’ve had an on-again-off-again relationship with my blog and social media. I took more breaks in…
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