Kristi Pahr

When my oldest son was a baby, my husband and I used to talk about what sports he would play.

My parenting mantra is: "Do your best and hope he doesn't turn into a sociopath." And I guess that's really all we can do, because if we're honest with ourselves, I think none of us really know what we're doing.

I’m lazy as hell, you guys. I know it’s true and I’m not particularly ashamed.

2016 sucked. If we can’t agree on anything else, I think we can all agree on at least that much.

It is understood that to effectively and officially attachment parent your child, you need to hit all the markers, check all the boxes, and do it without dissolving into a crying mess on the floor when your baby won’t stop crying and you only slept for two hours and you have to go to the supermarket because you’re out of coffee, but you shouldn’t even be DRINKING coffee and you’re the worst mother in the world.

Essential oils have become incredibly popular and can be found everywhere from your local farmer’s market and community festival to social media.

I’m frazzled, y’all; I’m a mess. I’m a basketcase of anxiety and stress and I need to chill.

I have to go shopping tomorrow and I’m dreading it.

Don’t be an asshole is my barometer. It’s my go-to for figuring out how to respond to any given situation, big or small, personal, local, or global.

I have a confession to make. Target, meh. I’m just not that into it.