Building A Baby Girl Gift Basket That Parents Will Actually Use
It was 3 PM on a Tuesday, and I was sitting on the floor of our apartment wearing Dave’s oversized college sweatpants, crying into a lukewarm mug of decaf. I was 38 weeks pregnant with Maya, and our living room...
Tears at Teatime: Why Your Infant Turns Feeding Into A Drama
I once tried to solve a mid-feed meltdown by aggressively bouncing on a pilates ball while simultaneously singing an out-of-tune rendition of Oasis and trying to force a silicone teat into a mouth that was currently shaped like a right...
My 11-month-old's baby boy socks are a hardware flaw I finally fixed
I'm currently staring at a pile of exactly fourteen orphan pieces of miniature footwear on my living room rug. My son is eleven months old, which means we've dropped roughly 1.2 items from our inventory every single week since we...
How to Survive the Baby Blue Tuxedo Phase Without a Meltdown
There I was, standing in the vestibule of St. Jude’s Catholic Church at exactly 1:42 PM on a sweltering Saturday in May, trying to peel a 100% rigid polyester jacket off my screaming eighteen-month-old son, Leo. My own dress—some floral...
What I Learned After Panicking Over Baby Lady Bugs
Whatever you do, please don't scream, snatch your eleven-month-old up like a football, and attempt to aggressively stomp a tiny, spiky, black-and-orange alien insect into the damp Portland mud while wearing your only clean pair of socks. I executed this...
Dear Past Priya: The Blanket Size Guide You Should Have Read
You're sitting on the floor of the nursery right now, surrounded by a mountain of folded pastel fabric from the baby shower, crying over a half-eaten samosa. It's 3 AM in Chicago, you're eight months pregnant, and you're trying to...
The Truth About Baby Knitting Patterns (And What Actually Works)
Maya was exactly eighteen days old and I was sitting on our beige living room rug in sweatpants that hadn't been washed since the Obama administration, crying over a tiny sleeve. It was somewhere around 2 PM, though time is...
Why Choosing the Right Baby Fabric Feels Like a Firmware Update
It’s 3:14 AM on a Tuesday, and I'm holding a screaming, bright red infant who feels like a MacBook Pro rendering 4K video. I've already checked the usual error logs. The diaper is completely dry. His last bottle was precisely...
Black And White Stripped Leggings Baby: A 3 AM Survival Guide
The radiator in our Chicago apartment was making that metallic clanking sound it only makes when the wind chill hits negative twenty. It was 3 AM, and I was running on maybe forty minutes of broken sleep. I was sitting...