Must-Have Babyzimmer Essentials (Minus the Pinterest BS)
I was sitting cross-legged on the floor of our spare bedroom at 2 AM, eight months pregnant with Leo, aggressively weeping into a half-assembled IKEA dresser. I was wearing one of my husband Dave’s old college hoodies that smelled faintly...
Wie groß ist eine babydecke? My British Dad Blanket Survival
The rain in the Tesco car park was coming down in that aggressively horizontal British way, and I was losing a wrestling match with a piece of fabric. Twin A (the escape artist) was arching her back in the pram,...
My kid's favorite chew toy is a blue baby tee (a survival guide)
Tuesday, 2:14 PM. It's aggressively raining in Portland, which is our baseline, but what isn't standard is the sheer volume of fluid currently exiting my 11-month-old's mouth. I'm sitting on the living room rug, watching him systematically destroy a perfectly...
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...
Dear Past Me: The Absolute Messy Truth About Tiny Crib Bedding
Dear Sarah of exactly six months ago, It's 11:43 PM on a Tuesday. You're standing in the guest room wearing those black Lululemon leggings that have a crusty streak of unidentified toddler fluid on the left thigh, and you're holding...
The Truth About Short Sleeve Baby Pajamas (A Dad's Data Log)
It's currently 2:14 AM, and I'm standing perfectly still in the dark, staring at the glowing blue numbers of a digital room thermometer. It reads exactly 71.8°F. My 11-month-old is asleep in his crib, breathing with the rhythmic, heavy cadence...
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...
My Spectacular Fails Before Giving Up On Toddler Flare Jeans
It was 10:14 AM on a random Tuesday, and I was wearing faded black leggings that hadn't seen the inside of a yoga studio since Obama was in office. I was holding a lukewarm iced coffee from that local place...