The Truth About Baby Overalls: Cute Or A Total Nightmare?
Before my oldest was born, I laid out this tiny, stiff pair of denim dungarees at my baby shower, just staring at how ridiculously tiny the pockets were. My mom took one look and said they were adorable and that...
Expectation vs Reality: Montessori Toys for Nine Month Old Twins
There I was, at 6:42 am on a Tuesday, trying to fish a soggy, half-dissolved piece of Amazon packaging out of Maya's mouth while her sister, Chloe, methodically used a £45 plastic, battery-powered farm animal as a blunt instrument to...
The Brutal Truth About the Kinderkleiderbörse Bern Scene
The absolute biggest, most ridiculous lie Instagram tries to sell us is that to be a "good" mother, your baby needs a closet overflowing with pristine, tags-still-on aesthetic outfits in fifty shades of sad beige. I used to believe that...
Sweating bullets over baby wool in a Portland heatwave
It was mid-July, the Nanit camera was flashing a menacing red 81 degrees, and our 1924 Portland craftsman was doing its best impression of a pizza oven. I was frantically trying to program a portable AC unit with one hand...
Why Japanese Newborn Clothes Actually Save Your Sanity With A Baby
Let me tell you the biggest lie the baby industry ever sold us: that newborns need to wear actual outfits. I'm talking about miniature denim overalls, stiff corduroy suspender sets, and tiny button-down flannels. With my oldest, bless his heart,...
The 3 AM Onesie Panic and the Magic of Japanese Baby Clothes
It was 3:14 AM on a Tuesday and I was wearing a pair of maternity leggings that had a crusty smear of Greek yogurt on the left thigh, staring down at my firstborn, Leo, who was screaming like I was...
Why The Infant Kimono Top Saved My Sanity With Newborn Twins
Don't, under any circumstances, attempt to pull a high-street cotton bodysuit over the head of a three-day-old infant in the dark. I learned this on our second night home from the hospital, operating on a grand total of forty-two minutes...
Dear Past Tom: Put Down the Plastic and Get Organic Cotton Bibs
Dear Tom of October last year. You're currently standing at the kitchen sink at 2:14 AM. You're furiously scrubbing a bright orange, polyurethane-coated dribble catcher with an old toothbrush, wondering why it smells faintly of a wet dog that has...
The completely unhinged truth about buying a newborn knit onesie
I was exactly 37 weeks pregnant with Maya, sweating through a maternity tank top that had a permanent grease stain from a rogue french fry I dropped during my second trimester, when the great clothing wars officially began. We were...