Why Your Baby's Hands Are Always Cold (And Other Tiny Mysteries)
I was standing right in the middle of the produce section at H-E-B with my oldest, violently rubbing his tiny, ice-cold purple hands between my own, completely convinced I had somehow given my two-week-old frostbite in South Texas in late...
The Truth About Madison Beer Yes Baby And Your Infant's Sleep
I was sitting in the preschool pickup line yesterday, elbow-deep in a lukewarm thermos of coffee, when the mom in the pristine white Tahoe next to me rolled her windows down and started blasting what sounded like a Miami nightclub...
What A Celebrity Circus Taught Me About My Blended Family
Dear Jess from six months ago, You're sitting on the laundry room floor right now, scraping crusty oatmeal off a pair of toddler jeans with your thumbnail while hiding from your own kids. The Etsy shop alerts keep pinging on...
Why Miniature Denim is a Parenting Glitch You Need to Patch
My wife Sarah walked into the nursery, took one look at Leo, and sighed. I had him pinned to the changing table, sweating through my t-shirt, trying to secure a metallic snap on a pair of rigid, miniature denim trousers....
The Great Baby Spielzeug Overload: Surviving the Toy Avalanche
It was 3:14 AM on a Tuesday, and I was performing what I thought was a routine diaper exchange protocol in the dark when my left heel made contact with a singing plastic farm animal. I don't know what kind...
The myth of the peacefully occupied infant (and how to survive a bu...
I currently have one foot planted firmly on a rogue piece of Tupperware, while the other is trying to gently slide a half-eaten rice cake out from under the sofa before the dog finds it. The twins, at two years...
When Can Babies See Color? My Real Experience With Newborn Vision
I'm standing in the middle of my oldest kid's nursery at 3 AM, holding him like a football, wondering why he's staring dead-eyed at the beige wall instead of the seventy-dollar organic cotton mobile I bought him. I'm exhausted, my...
The Plastic Avalanche: A Real Parent's Guide to Better Play
The singing plastic dog went off at exactly 3:14 AM. I know the exact time because the microwave clock was glaring at me in the dark kitchen where I was standing in a milk-stained gray nursing tank, furiously shaking a...
How I Finally Decoded My 11-Month-Old's I Love You Baby Signals
Itβs 3:14 AM, and the hallway floorboards are creaking under my exact, heavily mapped pacing route. Heβs arching his back like heβs trying to bridge a network connection with the ceiling, and my brain is completely empty of any actual,...