Why I Finally Understand the Upscale Baby Department Hype
I'm standing in the middle of a brightly lit American department store, holding a miniature cashmere cardigan that costs more than my first car, trying to calculate exactly how long it'll take a six-month-old to cover it in pureed carrots....
The Brutal Truth About Little Me Baby Clothes and Newborn Wardrobes
I'm currently sitting on my bedroom floor, staring at a miniature tweed blazer on a tiny wooden hanger. My mother-in-law sent it for the baby, and bless her heart, she means well. But my six-month-old currently spends his waking hours...
Kat Timpf's Birth Story Proves We Can't Control Everything
I was sitting on the floor of our Portland apartment, watching my 11-month-old systematically try to dismantle the baseboards with his two bottom teeth, when I decided to permanently delete the color-coded Notion database I had built for his birth....
The Honest Truth About Buying H&M For Your Baby's Wardrobe
I’m currently staring at a mountain of beige ribbed leggings that have somehow survived three kids, while desperately trying to stretch the neck hole of a brand new so-called sustainable bodysuit that my youngest just got his giant head stuck...
Surviving the Absurdity of the High Street Baby Clothes Shop
The front door of ‘Little Spindles’—an aggressively minimalist boutique in Islington that smells overwhelmingly of lavender and parental insecurity—was exactly three inches narrower than my Out 'n' About double buggy. I know this because I spent an excruciating four minutes...
Why My 2 AM Fleece Disaster Sparked a Bamboo Clothing Obsession
It was 3:14 AM. I know this because the glowing red numbers of our cheap digital clock were literally burning into my retinas while I paced the hallway holding a thrashing, screaming six-month-old Leo. I was wearing Dave's old college...
The Real Truth About Buying A Graphic Baby Tee Without The Rash
My mom took one look at the retro Snoopy shirt I bought for my third baby and flat-out told me the plastic ink would give him a rash so I should throw it in the trash immediately. My mother-in-law, bless...
Surviving Baby Clothing Stores Without Losing Your Damn Mind
It was 7:45 PM on a random Tuesday in 2016, and I was standing in aisle four of one of those massive, fluorescent-lit baby clothing stores, eight months pregnant with Maya, sweating through a mustard-stained maternity tank top. My husband,...
The Heaviest Baby Ever Born: Ultrasound Lies And My Giant Kid
I was thirty-eight weeks pregnant with Leo, sitting on crinkly white paper in a freezing cold exam room, wearing a pair of gray maternity leggings that I had definitely spilled iced coffee on earlier that morning. My ultrasound tech, a...