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The Great Onesie Lie and Why Newborn Long Sleeve T Shirts Win
I'm standing in the nursery, it's like 3:14 AM, I'm wearing a nursing bra that smells vaguely of sour milk and Dave's oversized college sweatpants, and I'm practically in tears over three tiny metal crotch snaps. Before you've a baby,...
The Newborn Kimono Top: A First-Time Dad’s Troubleshooting Guide
My mom told me babies only need plain white onesies because that's what I wore and I survived with all my limbs intact. The aggressively hip barista at my local Portland coffee shop insisted I only use hand-woven hemp sacks...
The Great Layering Crash: Figuring Out Fall Baby Girl Outfits
We were in the back of my Subaru Outback in the Sauvie Island pumpkin patch parking lot, and my eleven-month-old daughter was emitting the thermal energy of a small sun. It was maybe 58 degrees outside. But inside the car,...
The 3 AM Panic That Forced Us Into the Sleeping Bag Baby Phase
It was 2:14 AM and my oldest son, Beau—who's now four and continues to be my living, breathing cautionary tale for literally everything—was screaming. Not his usual "I lost my pacifier" sleep-grunt. The kind of panicked scream that makes your...
What I Wish I Knew About Knit Rompers Before Baby Number Three
Dear Jess from six months ago. You're currently standing in the middle of Target, eight months pregnant with your third baby, holding a mustard yellow acrylic one-piece and crying into your iced coffee. Your ankles are swollen to the size...
Why toddler boy khaki shorts are a pediatric nightmare
The biggest lie the childrenswear industry ever sold us is that a two-year-old boy needs to dress like a miniature golf pro. You see it in every catalog. A tiny guy standing there in a polo shirt and rigid, flat-front...
The Truth About the Toy Blanket (And Why Your Baby Needs One)
My older cousin stared at the graying, spit-up-stained square of muslin clutched in my toddler's fist and let out a long, theatrical sigh. We were at a family dinner, and she felt the need to inform me that letting my...
Dear Past Priya: The Truth About Bamboo Bassinet Sheets
It's 3:14 AM on a Tuesday in late January. The radiator in our Chicago apartment is clanking like a dying engine. You're standing over the bedside sleeper, holding a screaming, shivering infant who just engineered a blowout of catastrophic proportions....
How a Simple Ribbed Onesie Saved My Sanity During a 3 AM Blowout
It's 3:14 AM on a Tuesday. I'm dealing with Diaper #284, and containment has been fully breached. The biohazard has traveled up my 11-month-old's spine, past his shoulder blades, and is currently threatening his neckline. I'm sweating through my t-shirt,...