Lia Hobel
Terror Aftermath: An Open Letter to My Little Explorer
To my 14-month-old explorer:
Wow - You are on the go, go, go! I admire your spunk and innocence. You have not one thought of the possibility of getting hurt as you climb chairs and...
Retiring The Relentless To-Do List
The day I quit making infinite to-do lists was the day I stopped feeling disappointed. As good as the “crossed off” items felt, it didn’t compensate for how terrible I felt about the long...
The “Shameful” Sleeping Habit that Chose Me
I didn’t choose to co-sleep. It chose me.
Honestly, I had no intention to co-sleep. Those who know me certainly gather I’m a worrier and I like to play it safe. But here I was...
Babies Do Grow Up All Too Fast
When my 85-year-old neighbor first told me “don’t blink – they grow up fast,” I didn’t quite understand the magnitude of those words. Sure, I knew my little newborn peanut would become a grown...