The Impossible Task of Finding a Baby Winter Hat That Stays On
We're in the parking lot of the Skokie Target. It's twelve degrees outside, which in Chicago math with the wind chill feels like negative four hundred. Leo is maybe six months old. I'm shivering in yoga pants with a hardened...
The Real Baby Series of Milestones Nobody Warns You About
It's 6:42 AM and I just deeply punctured my left heel on a plastic high chair the size of a thimble. My oldest daughter, bless her heart, left it right outside the bathroom door where I'd blindly step on it....
The Midnight Madness of Baby MORI Sacks and Tog Ratings
It's 3:14 in the morning on a profoundly wet Tuesday in November, and I'm standing in the exact centre of our Victorian terrace's nursery holding a plastic egg that glows an angry, accusatory red. This egg is supposed to tell...
Why I Finally Caved And Bought Those Expensive Bamboo Baby Pajamas
“Put him in heavy fleece so he doesn't freeze to death,” my mother-in-law announced, holding up a neon green synthetic onesie that felt roughly like the carpet in a cheap casino. It was 3:14 AM on a Tuesday. I was...