The Great BBQ Debate: Ribs and Baby-Led Weaning
Summer in Chicago means the lake breeze is sticky and someone is always firing up a smoker in a park. We were at a family cookout near Montrose Beach last July when my husband's uncle handed my eight-month-old a massive,...
The Woodland Nursery Trend That Almost Gave Me a Heart Attack
It was late July in 2017, and I was standing outside a strip-mall Starbucks wearing high-waisted yoga pants that I had absolutely no intention of doing yoga in. Maya was exactly three months old. I was holding an iced Americano...
Escaping Sausage Casings: short sleeve pajamas toddler edition
It's 7:14 PM on a damp Tuesday, and I'm currently employing a Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu move I saw on YouTube just to get my two-year-old's arm into a pajama top. Elsie is howling indignantly; her twin sister Maya is standing on...
Why standard infant long sleeve shirts are a complete lie (until yo...
It was July 2020, roughly 88 degrees outside with 90 percent humidity, and I was sitting on the concrete patio of my neighborhood coffee shop sweating through my own shirt while three different people offered me completely contradictory opinions about...
The Absolute Messy Truth About Buying Toddler Short Pajamas
It was somewhere around 2:14 in the morning in the dead center of July, and our Texas air conditioner was loudly fighting a losing battle against the humidity. I was standing in the dark, wrestling a damp, fleece zip-up footie...
The Brutal Truth About Buying Vestidos de Bebe for Your Girl
We were sitting in the third row at First Baptist Church on Easter Sunday, the air conditioning was broken, and my oldest daughter Mackenzie was literally trying to claw her way out of her own clothes. She was maybe two...
The Blanket Stroller Mistake: Why I Stopped Making Pram Nap Tents
It was exactly 2:14 PM on a Tuesday, and my weather app claimed it was 81.4 degrees in southeast Portland. My eleven-month-old son was in the middle of a sleep regression that felt like a malicious firmware update, and I...
Sweating bullets over baby wool in a Portland heatwave
It was mid-July, the Nanit camera was flashing a menacing red 81 degrees, and our 1924 Portland craftsman was doing its best impression of a pizza oven. I was frantically trying to program a portable AC unit with one hand...
The Truth About Infant Sun Shirts (And Why Your Baby is Sweating)
I was standing in the middle of the H-E-B parking lot in late July, wrestling what felt like a wet fruit roll-up off my screaming four-month-old. Jackson, my oldest and forever my cautionary tale, was beet red and slick with...