Babyrific is my personal blog that dishes and disseminates my random musings on the adventures of parenthood.

About me:
Jackson (13)A product of the suburban echelon that is Virginia Beach, I’m a NJ/NY transplant immersed with the mundane. Day to day, I erratically attempt to balance a career, marriage, happy hour diaper changes and Oscar-worthy guilt trips from my mom while staying afloat in time for my shows.

As a magazine editor-turned freelance writer, (think: a lot less Carrie Bradshaw and a lot more Ugly Betty) I spend my days doing un-glamorous things and my nights wiping boogies, bonding over baseball, and plotting out my 5-year plan on cocktail napkins. Though I’m un-girly enough to obsess over the Mets lineup, I’m girly enough to dream about shoes and covet overpriced lipgloss. When I’m not busy perusing Target endcaps or greening everything in sight, I can be found wagging my finger at husband and baby chanting, “because of you, I will never own nice things.”

About him:
My wingman, who happens to be one of my oldest friends, has known me since the eighth grade. He’s the pragmatic one; me, not so much. I convinced him into marrying me 6 years ago. We live in a shoebox, aptly, in a mile square city, right outside of NYC, 350 miles away from our hometown. He often comes home humming from his big box office job, sometimes with boxes of products in hand.

About the other him:
Our kid, the one for which this blog was originally based, has truly turned our worlds upside down.  But in the best possible way.  A true little boy in every sense of the word, Jack, at only 1.5, is often described as an equal mix of the hubs and me–energetic, lovey, bubbly and full of curiosity.  He is living proof that, yes, a baby DOES change everything.

This is our story: the proverbial new chapter of two friends who got married and are trying to live happily ever after, while making up the rules as we go.

Babyrific– (adj.) a great feeling or intense phase relating to, or surrounding a blessing or a bother, specifically in the form of a baby.

Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with any of these products or companies. The views expressed in this blog are strictly personal. The views and opinions expressed here represent my own and not those of the people, institutions or organizations that I may or may not be related with unless stated explicitly.

  • http://www.dailyfacts.org dailyfact

    A really nice story and a really nice way you’ve written it, hehe. Your child is very beautiful, omg, i’m three months short of becoming a daddy, can’t wait! Good luck to both of you!

  • http://partybluprintsblog.blogspot.com Dawn – Partybluprints.com

    Just found you through twitter, lived in Hoboken for years, worked in NYC, now have a babyrific life in the NJ burbs 3 times over! Enjoyed the read and will be back for more!

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  • Taylor Allen

    I’ve had a babyrific experience when I first saw my first born child..me and my wife had that babyrific moment when we first saw him..its unexplainable..and babyrific is the best term for that!LOL!

  • Mia

    I’m on my thirties and I don’t have
    a baby yet. Are you the mother in the picture? You do seem to be so happy, same
    happiness that I can feel from the child. Babies are gifts to be treasured. I
    just hope those who planned to abort their child would stumble upon your post,
    and ponder many times before they decide to take an innocent life. They don’t know
    what their missing.

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