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The Midnight Madness of Baby MORI Sacks and Tog Ratings
It's 3:14 in the morning on a profoundly wet Tuesday in November, and I'm standing in the exact centre of our Victorian terrace's nursery holding a plastic egg that glows an angry, accusatory red. This egg is supposed to tell...
The brutal truth about choosing a baby mobile for crib survival
I was lying flat on my back on the reasonably clean portion of the nursery rug, my cheek pressed against a discarded Calpol syringe, watching a plastic hippo spin furiously at forty revolutions per minute while a tinny, slightly off-key...
Throw Away the Weekly Milestone App Before You Lose Your Mind
I was sitting on the bath mat at 2:14 AM, the harsh blue light of my phone illuminating the absolute panic on my face while my oldest, Leo, slept in the next room. I was staring at the glowing screen...
Taking Your Kids On A Baby Metal Tour Without Losing Your Mind
I was standing in my kitchen at 6:15 AM, right? Wearing Daveβs faded Megadeth shirt that has a literal hole in the left armpit, staring blindly at my phone while my coffee got aggressively cold. Because I had three separate...
Why I Have Mixed Feelings About Baby Merlin's Magic Sleepsuit
My sister-in-law texted me at 2:14 PM on a random Tuesday with zero context: "Buy the baby merlin's magic sleepsuit right now, it literally cured Leo's regression overnight." Two hours later, my neighborβwho makes her own oat milk and only...
The Truth About Finishing A Baby Memory Book Without Crying
I was sitting cross-legged on the nursery floor at two in the morning with a glue stick in one hand and a stack of blurry hospital photos in the other, absolutely sobbing because I couldn't remember the exact circumference of...
Decoding the True Meaning of Baby (And Other Strange Slang)
I just had to explain the concept of nepotism over FaceTime while my 11-month-old attempted to eat a rogue USB-C cable. My mother-in-law had seen some hashtag on Twitter and wanted to know what the kids were talking about, which...
How to Nail a Baby Luigi Look Without Toxic Polyester Crap
I was sitting on the sticky laminate floor of our hallway at 4 PM on a Tuesday, drinking aggressively room-temperature coffee out of a chipped mug, trying to peel my screaming six-month-old out of a licensed character costume. The biggest...
Note to Self: That Premium Sewing Machine Won't Fix Your Sleep Depr...
You're currently staring at a pile of blowout-ruined sleep sacks at three in the morning, holding a pair of dull kitchen scissors and convinced you can upcycle them into a quilt. Put the scissors down, Priya. I'm writing this to...