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The Hard Truth About Buying Authentic Vintage Newborn Dresses
I'm currently staring at a yellowed, lace-covered, pintucked monstrosity hanging on the back of my laundry room door. It's my great-aunt's baptism gown from 1942, and my mother just drove it three hours across Texas in a garment bag like...
The Reality of Putting Your Baby in Old Hand-Me-Downs
My mother handed me a cardboard box that smelled distinctly of mothballs and aggressive potpourri right after my twenty-week ultrasound. We were sitting at her kitchen table in the suburbs. She pushed the box across the laminate counter with the...
The Knitted Newborn Outfit Girl Disaster and What We Learned
Picture this: It’s 3:00 AM on our second night home from the hospital. Maya is screaming at a volume I didn't know a seven-pound human could physically generate. I'm sweating completely through my t-shirt. My wife Sarah is frantically typing...
Ranking the best indoor jungle gym for toddlers as a new dad
My 11-month-old’s left big toe was wedged firmly into the cooling vent of my PlayStation 5 while his right hand maintained a white-knuckle death grip on the edge of the media console. He was attempting to scale the living room...
Why Most Plastic Backyard Toys Are Trash (And What Actually Lasts)
It was three o'clock on a Tuesday in late July, it was roughly a hundred and two degrees in the shade, and I was standing in my backyard holding a piece of jagged neon green plastic that used to be...
Why we finally switched to holz kinderspielzeug (wooden toys)
It was a Tuesday. 6:14 AM. Leo was three, Maya was basically a blob, and I was holding a cold mug of coffee while wearing a stained Nirvana t-shirt I’ve owned since college. I was staring at our living room...
The brutally honest guide to sorting out vetement bebe fille
I was standing in the dark holding a tiny, poop-covered denim jacket. It was week two of motherhood. Maya was screaming, I was crying, and I couldn't figure out how to unbutton three microscopic metal snaps while keeping her flailing...
Why Fribourg Baby Stores Completely Ruined American Shopping For Me
We're standing on the freezing cobblestones outside the train station in the Canton of Fribourg, the airline has lost all three of our checked bags, and my 11-month-old is wearing a spit-up stained pajama top that smells heavily of expired...
The strickanleitung baby delusion and what I got totally wrong
It was 2:14 AM on a Tuesday in November 2017, and I was sitting on my living room rug in my husband's stained UCLA hoodie, crying over a bamboo knitting needle. I was seven months pregnant with Leo, my ankles...