What The Baby Baby Justin Bieber Era Taught Me About 3 AM
If you want to know exactly how to make sure your child never, ever goes back to sleep, let me share my foolproof method from the first month of raising twins. When you hear the inevitable 3 AM wail, you...
How Always Be My Baby Lyrics Fixed My Kid's 2 AM Sleep Bug
It's 3:14 AM on a Tuesday, the Portland rain is actively trying to break my windowpanes, and I'm standing in the exact center of the nursery desperately trying to remember the bridge to a 1996 Mariah Carey pop anthem. My...
When The Baby Little Nightmares 3 Trend Ruins Your Sleep
Don't let your sixteen-year-old cousin plug his console into the main living room television. That's the first rule of holiday gatherings, and I learned it the hard way. I had just finished my shift at the clinic, picked up my...
When Can Babies Sleep With A Blanket: A Mom's Honest Guide
I was standing in Maya's nursery at like 2 AM. She was maybe four months old, it was the dead of February, and our old house is drafty as hell. I was holding a lukewarm cup of coffeeβmy fourth of...
The Ping Requests: Why Your Infant Knows When You Grab The Device
It's 3:17 AM here in Portland. The rain is doing that annoying misty thing against the window where it doesn't quite sound like rain, just a low-level static. I've my 11-month-old daughter in my left arm. I've a bottle of...
Total System Crash: Troubleshooting Our New Born Baby on Night Four
Itβs 3:14 AM on our fourth night home, and I'm standing over the bassinet holding my phone flashlight like an idiot, trying to count the chest rises of a 7-pound human. My wife is asleep for the first time in...
Why Searching For loser baby lyrics Is A Parenting Trap
My mother-in-law insisted I needed to pipe classical symphonies into the nursery to raise certified geniuses, the bloke who makes my flat whites swore by 90s West Coast hip-hop to build 'rhythmic resilience', and my NHS health visitor gently suggested...
Why Searching I Love You Baby Lyrics Is My 3 AM Survival Hack
I was standing over my oldest son's crib at 3:14 AM wearing a stained t-shirt, swaying like a seasick sailor, and desperately trying to remember the words to literally any song on the planet. My brain was absolute mush. I...
I Love You Baby and If It's Quite Alright: A Portland Dad's Log
The humidifier is casting this eerie blue glow across the floorboards, it's 3:14 AM, and I'm currently swaying like a broken grandfather clock. My brain's cache is completely empty, and the only file I can seem to retrieve from my...