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3:17 AM. My left foot is currently wedged between the wooden bars of a toddler bed, and I'm trying to extract my daughter Florence from what can only be described as a textile hostage situation. She is entirely encased in...

I'm sitting on the floor of our tiny London flat, entirely boxed in by a structural wall of fluffy pastel squares. It’s roughly four days after my twin girls were born. They're currently wearing matching baby pyjamas (one of them...

There's a persistent lie circulating in affluent parenting circles that a natural goose down comforter is the ultimate luxury you can offer a sleeping child. We bought into it. It was early November, the Chicago wind was brutal, and I...