The Great Baby Bowl Delusion: What I Expected vs What Works
It was a Tuesday in 2017, and I was sitting on my kitchen floor wearing a gray nursing tank that smelled vaguely of sour milk, crying over a puddle of pulverized sweet potato. Leo was six months old. He was...
Why Footless Infant Rompers Saved My Sanity (And My Wood Floors)
It was 2:14 AM on a Tuesday, and I was staring at my oldest son, Carter, who was covered shoulder to knee in a blowout of biblical proportions. My husband was standing next to the changing table holding a single...
The 3am nappy panic: A twin dadβs honest guide to buying diapers
My hand hit the bottom of the plastic wrapper and found nothing but air. It was 3:14 AM on a Tuesday, my right knee was soaking wet with something I refused to identify in the dark, and Maya was perfectly...
The Truth About Babys Rompers (And Why Onesies Are A Trap)
I was standing in the blistering Target parking lot with my firstborn, trying to shove a pair of rigid denim baby jeans over a snapped bodysuit while he screamed loud enough to wake the entire state of Texas, when an...
Why Your Kids Need Heavy-Duty Fishing Bibs This Year
I'm watching my three-year-old sink waist-deep into a clay puddle out by the barn, wearing what some beautifully curated Instagram ad promised me was the ultimate Scandinavian toddler rain suit. The jacket has ridden up to his armpits, the pants...
Why Every Parent Needs a Boys Cardigan in the Diaper Bag Now
We were crammed into a plastic portable toilet at the Parker County Peach Festival when the great sweater incident of 2019 happened. My oldest son, who is the cautionary tale for pretty much all my parenting advice, was two years...
The Engineering of Bib Safety and Dishwasher Survival Protocols
My mother-in-law told me to just tie a cloth napkin around his neck because "that's what we did in the eighties." A guy on the r/daddit subreddit swore by stripping his kid down to a diaper and hosing him off...
Why A Wool Sleep Sack Fixed My Massive Midnight Laundry Problem
It was 3:14 AM, and I was standing in the dark over my oldest childβs crib with my hand shoved down the back of his pajamas, trying to figure out if he felt like a normal human boy or a...
The Truth About Long Sleeve Onesies Before You Buy Everything
I was standing in the middle of my living room in late July, sweating clean through my postpartum leggings, holding a screaming, rigid newborn who looked and sounded exactly like an angry watermelon. I had just tried to force a...