Toddler night sweats, triage, and the bettdecke bambus solution
There's a persistent lie circulating in affluent parenting circles that a natural goose down comforter is the ultimate luxury you can offer a sleeping child. We bought into it. It was early November, the Chicago wind was brutal, and I...
Why I Ditched Fleece for Baby Wolle in the Freezing Chicago Winter
It was two in the morning in mid-February. The kind of Chicago night where the wind off Lake Michigan sounds like a structural failure. I reached into the crib and unzipped my son's heavy fleece sleep sack. His chest was...
The survival guide to the baby knit pullover
It was thirty degrees in Chicago last November, and my fourteen-month-old was doing the alligator death roll on the living room rug. I was attempting to line up three microscopic buttons on a very trendy, very stiff denim jacket his...
The Physics Of A Kuscheldecke Gross (And Why I Tasered My Baby)
We were twenty minutes into a severely delayed family movie night, the Portland rain was hammering the windows, and I made a tactical error. I grabbed the massive, fluffy gray fleece blanket we bought at a big box store three...
The truth about using a decke aus merinowolle for baby sleep
The radiator in our Chicago apartment clanks at exactly three in the morning. That was usually my cue to drag myself out of bed, shuffle across the freezing hardwood floor, and do the two-finger neck check on my daughter. It...
Debugging infant sniffles: My search for an allergie bettdecke
It's 3:14 AM and I'm watching the infrared feed on the baby monitor like a security guard waiting for a museum heist. The audio feed is just a continuous, wet, whistling sound. My eleven-month-old sounds exactly like our espresso machine...
Musselintücher Baby: A Tech Dad's Guide to Spit-Up Management
It was exactly 2:14 AM when I realized my understanding of fluid dynamics was fundamentally flawed. My son was only three weeks old at the time, and I was holding him upright after a feeding, armed with a highly-rated, incredibly...
Why I Finally Unboxed the Fancy Cashmere Baby Blanket
It was 2:14 AM during that massive Texas freeze a few years back, and I could literally see my breath in my oldest son Caleb’s nursery. The power had been out for six hours. I was standing over his bassinet...
Finding a Backyard Rescue: What Do Baby Possums Eat?
My oldest son, Jackson, is a walking cautionary tale for why you should never let a five-year-old play unsupervised near a woodpile. Yesterday, he came marching through the back door holding something gray, hairless, and wriggling in his hands like...