Soaking tubs are beautiful. No, they are sexy. They add value to a home. And, unless you are the leading lady in a romantic comedy or a real estate broker trying to make a sale, they are completely useless. They are too steeply sloped for an averaged, let alone small, person to comfortably rest her head on the lip. They are tricky to climb out of when wet. They are too deep to easily clean. And they certainly are the absolute worst place to bathe a squirming baby. A few month
Maisie is in full military crawl mode, making whatever squirming motion necessary to get her to her desired destination, which is most times either my cell phone or the buckle on her car seat. She occasionally will get in to this squatting posture and then, after a few furtive glances, will propel herself forward without any fear of smacking her face onto the floor, which is nearly inevitable based on her form. A quick yelp, a reassuring pat from me, and she's back on the mov
It’s 4 a.m. and I can’t sleep. Two weeks from now I will officially trade in the comfort of my rather well-salaried, full-time job to take on the challenge of running my own business. Rachel Trobman, CEO. There’s only a rough business plan, a bunch of great ideas, and an entrepreneurial spirit. Did I mention that my business partner is my husband? And that I have a 7-month-old baby? I’m already beyond comfortable wearing many hats, so to speak. For the past decade I’ve worked
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