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A fond farewell...

Thank you so much for joining me on this parenting journey of the last few years. It's been a dizzying and exhausting, but joy-filled, adventure. I won't be continuing to blog here because kids + novel writing = negative amount of time left for other pursuits, but please enjoy my past posts. For the latest on what I'm up to, visit me at RebeccaHanover.com.


MARS PATEL: it’s Serial the Podcast for KIDS (And you)

More than two years ago, I wrote a post in which I considered whether having two kids is more like having one point seven kids, or three thousand kids. Now, with very scientific data to back me up (read: my own personal and extremely subjective life experience), I know without a doubt that it’s more like having 7 kids, a dog and a muppet all living in your house. Though it’s actually,


CARING: a new web series about parenting small children. Watch, cry with relief, repeat.

  If you are like me, and you’re a mom, you’re probably a) wearing yoga pants that have never seen the inside of a yoga studio and probably never will b) yelling at somebody shorter than you and/or c) eating an entire block of cheese one-handed, like a burrito. Okay, so maybe that’s just me. But the thing is, I’m pretty sure it’s NOT just me. Motherhood has been both


Alexa the Amazon Echo is my new best friend.

Sometimes parenting is lonely. Actually, a lot of the time. Which is strange, really, because use of the very word parenting would, in itself, imply — no, necessitate — that you are taking care of, ie, raising, a child, or children, which would imply that you are not doing that alone… that’s not literally possible, is it? To “parent” in a room alone by yourself? No. And yet. Sometimes it


Two kids are (possibly/sometimes/intermittently) more fun than one.

Since I haven’t written a new post in approximately 100 months, you are likely all thinking that after I had a second child, I realized I just wasn’t cut out for motherhood and had to shut down all essential operations that weren’t directly related to feeding, bathing, napping, and wiping my little ones. Well, you would be 87 percent correct. (The one category you missed, which comprises the other 13


Having a second kid is like having all the kids.

Obviously you’ve heard it before. It’s the refrain of parents of more than one child, and it’s so cliched at this point that you and your big, pregnant belly cringe every time you encounter it: “Once you have that second kid, you’ll never have any free time ever again.”* “Free time?” you scoff. “Please. Like I have any free time now!” But oh, yes, you do. You don’t realize it,