The recent hyper-scrutiny of newly pregnant supermodel Chrissy Teigen proves there is nothing too inconsequential to be tsked tsked over when you are with child, down to the nutritional content of a single bowl of blended cereal.

Making friends with other parents can be a strange, often terrible, and unfortunately necessary—and, at least at first, you’re basically looking around for other people who seem a lot like you, because that’s the easiest thing to do. But that’s okay, as long as you’re not a total fascist about it.

If you want to test your limits as a parent—or a person—visit any Internet parenting group. Nowhere is there a more reassuring hive mind of intel; however, there is also no better place to see all your worst fears and missteps laid bare, and to feel the heat of mommy vigilante justice.

Lots of formerly personal, private everyday happenings become rudely public when you have kids. Not only will you become totally blasé about having your bathroom time invaded by a toddler, but you might even consider dealing with your period in front of them. And why not?

Babies are sometimes delightful and hilarious and fun, sometimes more soul-crushingly boring than a conversation about landscaping materials. Join us as one man discovers this kaleidoscope of living for the very first time.

Congrats, you just had a baby. Trouble is, it shows. Good news, though, there’s an easy fix for regular people who want to look refreshed and lovely for those crucial first pics: All you have to do is hire a glam squad.

Tossing a dirty diaper seems simple enough: Chucking it anywhere that’s far away from you is clearly the most convenient option. Unfortunately, the most convenient option often conflicts with basic etiquette, which dictates that you consider other factors in the mix, like the environment and who will be around to…

Only children are so easy for people to hate. They are, as the caricature goes, spoiled from having been loved and provided for too much, without having to endure the character-building benefits siblings provide: being ignored, being forced to jockey for the TV remote, enduring the humiliation of hand-me-downs, and…

It’s summertime, and if you have a kid, you have to fill their time with something. Your first thought is probably to stick an iPad or Kindle in front of them because you can’t sing along to “Shake It Off” one more time without murdering someone—but the trouble is, the long arm of screen addiction is robbing our…

For the first time in seven years, the birth rate has risen. The 1 percent increase is attributed to women in their 30s and 40s popping ‘em out a smidge faster. But, before you begin to celebrate the expansion of motherhood’s age range, here are a bunch of statistics from a piece at Quartz that says that those older…

It’s Father’s Day, so let this be the year we all finally recognize that dads and their goofy dad stuff—monster faces, silliness, mockery; perhaps even dad jokes, if the judges are feeling lenient—could be as essential to childrearing as any of that mom stuff. Or, at least, that a Platonic ideal of “mom” is not the…

It has been argued that it would take an annual salary of $120,000 to recoup stay-at-home-mothers fairly for the work they do. But if you wanted to include the cost of stress added to a woman’s life directly due to childrearing, you’d need to tack on another $66,000 to compensate her. Just think! You could spend that…

As a culture we collectively lament what happens to women when they become mothers: We watch friends, colleagues, and perfectly respectable acquaintances who once had legitimately interesting opinions turn into half-wits who won’t shut up about cloth diapers and choking hazards. But the thing is, this happens to men,…

My sweet 5-year-old likes to run around naked wearing only a belt, which she ties so that it has a long piece dangling out in front, a piece which she calls her fake penis. She grabs it and shakes it and goes, “fake penis fake penis!” It’s a real gas. I’ve taken a picture of her doing this. I wouldn’t post it on the…

If you’re nearing an age where you want a child, but whatever stars you imagined aligning in your favor to do so have not, there is a very good piece exploring the reality of going it alone by choice—AKA, “choice moms”—and how great it can be if you cook it just right.

I’m all for science and research and studies. But sometimes I’m also really for when we just sit back and admit we have reached an impasse on something. Today, that impasse is sleep training a baby. Ain’t nobody knows the right thing to do at this point.

There is a video going around the Internet of a man finding out he is about to become a father. But instead of expressing pure joy or even the shock of fear, his response is bummed, surprised, and despondent, all mixed together. Some commenters feel putting this out there is a bad idea. I disagree.

It was bound to happen: One day, women would awake from the fog of cultural myth-making to realize that having kids is in fact a lot of work, work that was bound to fall disproportionately on them—maybe even too much work, all said, if you want to get other stuff done or have a low-key existence. And they would decide…

Do you know a pregnant colleague? Have you already drawn negative conclusions about her intentions, abilities, basic competence, and general character? Hold the phones, you're probably being a dick. Here's how not to.