A Letter to Myself About That Viral Celebrity Baby Drama
3:14 AM. The baby is doing that rhythmic, glitchy half-cry that usually precedes a full system meltdown, and instead of checking the thermostatβwhich I've strictly calibrated to 68.5 degreesβor logging his last feeding into the overly complex Notion database I...
A Late Night Deep Dive Into Pop Culture and Sensory Needs
Dear Marcus of exactly 182 days ago, It's currently 3:14 AM on a Tuesday. The nursery thermostat reads exactly 68.4 degrees, which Sarah insists is the best thermal environment, though the humidity has drifted to 48%, so who even knows...
Decoding The Postpartum Truth In Baby Justin Bieber Lyrics
It's three in the morning in a Chicago winter. The radiator is hissing, the baby is screaming in a frequency that vibrates my actual teeth, and for reasons I can no longer trace, my Spotify algorithm has decided to queue...
Why my toddler's search for baby hotline lyrics gave me a heart attack
It's 6:13 AM on a Tuesday, and my left knee is submerged in what I can only hope is lukewarm porridge. Twin A, who I'm increasingly convinced is an agent of chaos sent to test my blood pressure, has somehow...
What Drake And Sophie Taught Me About Co-Parenting A Toddler
Dear Priya of last October. You're currently sitting on the cold bathroom tiles at 3 am. The baby is finally asleep in his crib after an hour of triage-level screaming, and you're stress-scrolling through celebrity gossip on your phone in...
Why the Baby Dijon Trend is the Most Honest Look at Parenthood Yet
I was sitting on my bathroom floor at 2 AM last Tuesday with my third kid, staring blankly at the grout lines while my phone sat in the sink to amplify the sound. I was listening to the new Dijon...
A Letter To Myself About That Viral Playpen Panic Phenomenon
Dear Priya of six months ago. You're standing by the kitchen island right now. You've got a half-eaten samosa in one hand and your phone in the other. You're staring at a news headline and your chest is getting tight...
What a Teen Pop Anthem Taught Me About Raising Kids
"Alexa, volume ten!" Those were the words that completely shattered my peaceful Tuesday morning while I was wrist-deep in sorting out a laundry basket full of crusty toddler socks. My oldest boy, Hunter, who's currently serving as my daily cautionary...
What The Baby Baby Justin Bieber Era Taught Me About 3 AM
If you want to know exactly how to make sure your child never, ever goes back to sleep, let me share my foolproof method from the first month of raising twins. When you hear the inevitable 3 AM wail, you...