Jose Luis Pelaez Inc/DigitalVision/Getty Images A peanut allergy is no fun, especially for kids — not only are you deprived of one of life’s greatest joys, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (cut in triangles with no crust), but you can also be at real risk for serious reaction and injury if accidentally exposed. Well, a PB&J might actually be in the cards for some allergy sufferers. A report published just this week in NEJM Evidence has found that children with milder peanut allergies were able to curb their reaction by consuming increasing amounts of peanut butter — a process...
Ukrainian Dad Living In America Goes Viral For Pajama Day Thoughts
@family_from_ukraine / TikTok I have done my fair share of griping about how many spirit days (or spirit weeks!) my kid’s school implements during the year. It can be a lot! One week, she had to wear a different color every single day which led me to discover that my daughter had never worn orange in her life. My complaining would really meet a fever pitch when I’d have to order something on Amazon so that she could participate. Despite my annoyance, I still went to the extra mile to make sure that she could be a part of all...
The Weirdest 17th Century Baby Names
duncan1890/DigitalVision Vectors/Getty Images According to the Social Security Administration’s list of baby names, which goes back to the late 1800s, my son’s name — William — has ranked among the Top 20 that entire time. It does not stand alone, particularly among boy names. “James” has proven even more consistently popular. For girls, well, I’m sure any Millennial woman gathered around a camp fire can tell of the 30-year reign of Jennifers. But now, it seems, less traditional names are overtaking a lot of centuries-old classics. A quick look at the SSA list shows that “Maverick” is a far more...
This New 3-in-1 Travel System Has Some Seriously Smart Features For Parents & Baby
Evenflo I vividly remember the first time I took my son for a drive by myself. He was a few weeks old, and I finally felt ready to leave the house with him unaccompanied by another adult. I carefully strapped him into his car seat, adjusted my postpartum sweatpants, and started the car. So far, so good. I was making the turn out of our neighborhood — and feeling pretty proud of myself — when he started to wail. Spoiler: He wailed the entire rest of the ride. With no tools to soothe him, I was powerless, and by the...