The Kewpie Baby Obsession: A Letter to My Sleep-Deprived Self
Dear Sarah from exactly six months ago. Yeah, you. The one currently standing in aisle four of the Sleepy Hollow Antique Mall, wearing those black maternity leggings that have literally lost all their elasticity, clutching your third lukewarm coffee of...
Navigating the Overwhelming Baby Industry Without Losing Your Mind
I'm currently staring at a mountain of mismatched Paw Patrol socks on my living room floor, trying to fold laundry before my toddler wakes up, and my phone just buzzed with a notification from a parenting app I forgot I...
Why Searching I Love You Baby Lyrics Is My 3 AM Survival Hack
I was standing over my oldest son's crib at 3:14 AM wearing a stained t-shirt, swaying like a seasick sailor, and desperately trying to remember the words to literally any song on the planet. My brain was absolute mush. I...
The 2am baby wolf spider encounter that changed my parenting
It was 2:14 AM on a Tuesday, and the London flat was entirely silent except for the rhythmic, congested breathing of Twin A, or possibly Twin B, since they frequently swap beds just to gaslight me. I was on a...
The 3 AM Baby Vicks Rub Panic and How I Finally Got My Kid to Sleep
It was exactly 3:14 AM on a Tuesday in mid-November, and I was standing in the middle of the nursery wearing yesterdayβs yoga pants with an unidentifiable crusty stain on the knee, holding a half-empty mug of room-temperature coffee that...
Mom Truths: Those Brooklyn Baby Lana Del Rey Lyrics Explained
It was 2017. Maya was roughly six months old, and I was sitting on the severely scratched hardwood floor of our third-floor walk-up in Park Slope. My hair was twisted into a greasy topknot that was probably 40 percent dry...
Why 90% of cute baby clothes are complete structural disasters
It was 3:14 AM, I had a small flashlight clamped between my teeth, and I was sweating profusely while trying to line up seven asymmetrical metal snaps on a pair of corduroy infant overalls. My son, Leo, who was three...
Baby The Stars Shine Bright: Nursery Decor And Sleep Realities
Listen, it was three in the morning in my Chicago apartment and the walls were pulsing with neon green and blue nebulas. I was holding a screaming seven-month-old while a plastic dome on the dresser whirred loudly, projecting a highly...
The Messy, Exhausting Truth About Getting Your Baby to Sleep
It was 3:14 AM on a Tuesday, and I was sitting frozen on the floor of the nursery, holding my breath because my knee had just popped. I knew if my oldest son, Leo, heard that tiny joint crack and...