Wie groß sind Babydecken? The Absurd Sizing Rules of Blankets
It was three in the morning, our third night home from the hospital, and I was standing in the dimly lit nursery holding a retractable metal tape measure. To my left, Maya was screaming with the kind of red-faced intensity...
The Truth About Newborn Holiday Clothes (And Velvet Disasters)
It was Thanksgiving 2017 and Maya was exactly two months old. I had spent forty-five dollars at a big box store on this tiny, stiff, maroon velvet dress with a metallic gold Peter Pan collar because I was a first-time...
The Truth About the Knitted Newborn Outfit Boy Parents Buy
When I was pregnant with my first son, Leo, my mother-in-law handed me this massive, heirloom cable-knit cardigan and said, "He must wear this home from the hospital, babies lose all their heat." The very next day, my best friend...
The medical reality of organic cotton baby socks for infants
The day we brought my son home from the hospital, I received three distinct, entirely contradictory mandates about his feet. My mother, wielding her generational aunty logic, informed me that exposing his bare toes to the Chicago autumn would invite...
How I Debugged My Baby's Wardrobe And Switched To Bundles
It's 3:14 AM. I'm holding a pair of miniature corduroy pants that possess zero stretch, trying to thread an actively thrashing 11-month-old's leg into a fabric tube the diameter of a hot dog. He is screaming. I'm sweating. My wife,...
Why I Ditched Footies for a Newborn Long Sleeve Romper
It was three in the morning in our drafty Chicago apartment, and I was holding a screaming, poop-covered infant while trying to align what felt like eighty-four tiny metal snaps on a rigid fleece footie. My fingers were trembling, my...
Welche Wolle für Babydecke: The brutal truth about baby yarn
Listen, Priya from six months ago. You're sitting on the living room floor surrounded by twenty skeins of neon acrylic yarn you bought on a manic whim at a big box craft store. You think you're going to crochet the...
Decoding the Organic Baby Boy Jumpsuit: A Tired Dad's Field Notes
Dear Marcus from six months ago. Right now, you're standing over the changing table at 3:14 AM. You're sweating in the drafty Portland winter air. Leo is screaming with the exact pitch and intensity of a dial-up modem trying to...
The ultimate onesie romper debate and why baby clothes confuse me
I was exactly 34 weeks pregnant with Maya, standing in the baby aisle of Target wearing maternity leggings that smelled vaguely of stale coffee, holding a tiny mint green garment and legitimately crying. My phone was aggressively vibrating in my...