The entirely bewildering reality of welcoming an Asian baby boy
I was sitting at the kitchen island last Tuesday, staring at my laptop screen in a state of big confusion, surrounded by the remnants of cold toast. I'd just typed the phrase "asian baby boy" into the search bar, fully...
Stop misusing aquaphor baby healing ointment on rashes
I slathered a thick layer of petroleum jelly onto my daughter's wet, bright red bottom at three in the morning thinking it would act like a fire blanket. I was entirely wrong. By the time the sun came up, her...
The Oxford Street Kids Clothes Shop Incident and Other Regrets
We were twenty minutes into a torrential downpour on Oxford Street when Twin A discovered a rack of heavily sequined, faux-leather mermaid trousers. Twin B, meanwhile, was systematically pulling the size stickers off every pair of denim jeans in a...
Why My 2 AM Fleece Disaster Sparked a Bamboo Clothing Obsession
It was 3:14 AM. I know this because the glowing red numbers of our cheap digital clock were literally burning into my retinas while I paced the hallway holding a thrashing, screaming six-month-old Leo. I was wearing Dave's old college...
Why I Finally Caved And Bought Those Expensive Bamboo Baby Pajamas
βPut him in heavy fleece so he doesn't freeze to death,β my mother-in-law announced, holding up a neon green synthetic onesie that felt roughly like the carpet in a cheap casino. It was 3:14 AM on a Tuesday. I was...
The Real Truth About Buying A Graphic Baby Tee Without The Rash
My mom took one look at the retro Snoopy shirt I bought for my third baby and flat-out told me the plastic ink would give him a rash so I should throw it in the trash immediately. My mother-in-law, bless...
Surviving the 3 AM Panic: A British Dad's Guide to Baby Rash Cream
The glow of the GroEgg in the corner of the nursery was an ominous, angry red, which felt entirely appropriate given what I was about to uncover inside Florence's sleepsuit. It was 3:14 in the morning, a time when human...
The Truth About Baby Skin Flare-Ups (And Why I Stopped Panicking)
I was sitting on the edge of the bathtub in Daveβs grey Georgetown hoodieβthe one that already had three distinct spit-up stains on the left shoulderβwatching my four-month-old son try to rub his own face off. Seriously. Little Leo was...
The Real Story Behind Buying Safe Baby Clothes Without Going Broke
It was three in the morning back in 2019, and I was sitting on the cracked linoleum of our laundry room floor with a pair of orange craft scissors, literally cutting a polyester sleep-and-play off my screaming firstborn. Leo was...