How raising a baby is like making pizza

baby in pizza costume

Some of you may know me as the founder of Slice, the long-running weblog dedicated to pizza, which is now a part of Serious Eats. One thing I’ve learned over the years of pizzablogging (yes, Margot, pizzablogging is a thing, a weird, weird thing) is that everyone has his or her own way to make pizza and everyone’s way is THE RIGHT WAY. That is to say, if you don’t mix a dough, stretch it out, top it, or bake it the way John Q. Pizzanerd does it, YOU ARE DOING IT WRONG. Variables like bake times, dough hydration, and seemingly innocuous things like whether you put sugar in your tomato sauce spark fierce debate.

My wife and I observed something similar in babyland when we were in the hospital shortly after Margot’s birth. Especially around issues of breastfeeding. Continue reading “How raising a baby is like making pizza”

Things I learned during my wife’s pregnancy

Or, ‘Life lessons’

DON’T ask a woman if she’s pregnant. Ever. If you remember this, you can never go wrong.

But what if it’s obvious, you say? If it’s obvious, THEN YOU DON’T HAVE TO ASK.

Guess who in our family has violated this rule? Not me! That would be my wife. WHO SHOULD KNOW BETTER. And she did it while she was pregnant, to a coworker who was NOT. Continue reading “Things I learned during my wife’s pregnancy”