The Truth About Baby Heat Rash (Even in the Middle of Winter)
It was Thanksgiving day, forty degrees outside here in Texas, and I was unpeeling my oldest son, Hunter, from his fleece bear suit like a sweaty little tamale. My mother-in-law had insisted he needed a long-sleeve onesie, a heavy sweater,...
Is Baby Dove The Answer? My Total Newborn Skincare Meltdown
It was 2017, and I was sitting on the edge of our impossibly cold bathroom floor tiles in my stained gray nursing tank, crying into a lukewarm mug of French roast. Maya was four months old, and her skin looked...
Why I Finally Caved to the Organic Baby Face Balm Craze
It’s Tuesday, somewhere around 3 PM, and I'm currently pinned to the nursery rug by a twenty-four-pound toddler who's thrashing her head side-to-side like a cornered badger to avoid the muslin cloth I’m wielding. Her twin sister is watching from...
What Pediatricians Think About Aveeno Baby Lotion And Eczema
I was sitting on the bathroom floor at 2 AM, trying to rub a thirty-dollar artisanal calendula cream into my screaming four-month-old. Her skin was still peeling like a sunburn. I had convinced myself that because I was a pediatric...
My Honest Review Of Aveeno Baby Products And Daily Bathing Myths
It’s 7:42 PM on a Tuesday, I've half a lukewarm mug of microwave-reheated Folgers balanced precariously on the toilet tank, and my mother-in-law is texting me asking if I’m giving four-month-old Leo a "proper bath" tonight. The sheer panic that...
The Ultimate Dad’s Guide to What Baby Oil Is Actually Used For
I was sitting on the floor of our living room, sweating through my t-shirt, trying to peel a heavy-duty waterproof band-aid off my eleven-month-old's thigh without triggering a level-five meltdown. He had scraped his leg on a rogue piece of...
Costco Baby Wipes: The 2 AM Rash Panic And What I Learned
The digital thermometer on the nursery wall said it was exactly 68.5 degrees, but I was sweating through my t-shirt. It was 2:14 AM, the Portland rain was actively trying to breach our window seals, and my son was screaming...
Mustela Baby Skincare: A Letter To My Exhausted Past Self
You're sitting on the cold hexagon tiles of our Chicago bathroom right now. It's three in the morning. The baby is screaming in the tub. His skin looks like an angry, red topographic map of the Rockies, and you're staring...
A letter to myself about the absolute madness of baby cologne
Dear Tom of Six Months Ago, You're currently standing in the hallway of the semi-detached in Balham, holding a tiny, frosted glass bottle gifted by your remarkably chic European mother-in-law. You're staring at the words "Eau de Senteur" printed in...