Kinderwagen fuΓsack fΓΌr neugeborene: Surviving winter walks
I was standing outside a bakery in the Loop last January when I watched a terrified new dad try to shove his three-week-old into a stroller bassinet. The baby was wearing a fleece onesie, a thick synthetic snowsuit that made...
Finding the Right Wintersack Kinderwagen (Without Boiling Your Baby)
On Tuesday, three different people gave me completely conflicting advice about taking my 11-month-old son outside in the Portland winter. My mother-in-law told me to bundle him in three layers of wool plus a down jacket, a neighbor in gym...
Why skandinavische kindermode labels survive the toddler years
I spent my first Chicago winter as a mom stuffing my son into a puffy fast-fashion snowsuit that made him look like a very angry, overstuffed marshmallow. He could barely lower his arms to his sides. When we finally made...
A Dad's Guide to Surviving the Chunky Knit Sweater Trend
It was a standard damp November Tuesday in Portland when my kidβs winter wardrobe triggered a minor family crisis. My mother texted me a photo of my son in a thin cotton bodysuit with the caption, "Put a thick sweater...
The survival guide to the baby knit pullover
It was thirty degrees in Chicago last November, and my fourteen-month-old was doing the alligator death roll on the living room rug. I was attempting to line up three microscopic buttons on a very trendy, very stiff denim jacket his...
Dear Sleep-Deprived Me: That Babydecke aus Wolle Was the Answer
Dear Sarah from last November, You're sitting on the cold kitchen tiles right now, wearing Mark's paint-stained gray sweatpants, surrounded by crushed Cheerios that Maya threw on the floor like, three days ago. You're holding a mug of Folgers that...
That 2 AM Wool Blanket Panic (And What I Finally Figured Out)
Maya was four months old, it was the middle of January, and the radiator in our apartment was making that rhythmic clanking sound that meant it was tryingβand failingβto produce actual heat. I was sitting on the couch at 2:14...
Dear Tom: Buy a fuΓsack fΓΌr babys before the winter sleet hits
Dear November Tom, You're currently standing outside the off-licence on a Tuesday afternoon. The sleet is doing that highly specific, horizontal London thing where it somehow manages to rain entirely upward. Both girls have just simultaneously scissor-kicked their hand-knitted cellular...
The Brutal Truth About Finding the Right Baby Winter Overall
I was standing in the gravel driveway of my momβs house on a freezing November morning, sweating through my own flannel shirt, while my oldest childβwho was maybe eight months old at the timeβscreamed like I was dipping him in...