There’s been a lot of talk around Babble lately about raising
your little ones in the city that was previously the greatest place on earth and
now the greatest challenge to your parental sanity. Alison Lowenstein brings back
the original meaning of ‘nursery’ in His and Hers to justify staying in her crowded Brooklyn
apartment where her daughter and son share a bedroom and everyone wants for
privacy. Last week Rebecca Woolf tackled the lack of kid-friendly baristas in Los
Angeles and you all had a lot to say about your own
urban baby experiences as well. Living in a fast-paced metropolis has always
been about compromise and adjusting your life and perspective to make it work. Obviously
the pay-off is worth it as more people are procreating in New York City and not
moving to Westjerseticut, forcing the single and child-free to share their
playground. But it doesn’t mean that my own household doesn’t discuss what a
pain in the ass it is to live in our crowded, volatile and awesome neighborhood
at least once a week. Where is the best place to hang your hat when your family
unit changes from two to three (or four or five…)? Readers?
