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A pile of outgrown neutral baby clothes next to a wooden measuring tape

The reality of baby sizes and why age labels are lying to you

I was sweating through my postpartum shirt, trying to fold my three-week-old son's arm into a rigid denim jacket labeled zero-to-three months for a mandatory family photo. His arm was stuck at a strange right angle while he screamed, and...

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A tiny premature baby wearing an organic cotton side-snap bodysuit in the NICU

Navigating the Chaos of Buying Tiny Outfits for Premature Babies

My mom told me they didn't even make garments that small back in the day and to just wrap her in a receiving blanket until she chunked up. The NICU nurse told me to immediately send my husband out to...

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Little boy standing in organic cotton jogger pants looking stubborn

The Great Trouser Battle: A Letter To Myself About Dressing Boys

Dear Jess of six months ago: You're currently sweating entirely through your good linen blouse, pinning a flailing four-year-old to the living room rug while desperately trying to yank a pair of stiff, miniature raw-denim jeans over his incredibly solid...

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Priya sorting through a messy pile of infant outfits on a living room rug

The Truth About Dressing Your Daughter (Without Losing Your Mind)

I was thirty-four weeks pregnant, sitting on the floor of our Chicago apartment, staring at a miniature denim jacket. It was roughly the size of a large grapefruit and as stiff as a piece of cardboard. Someone had given it...

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A sleep-deprived dad holding a tiny organic cotton bodysuit and looking confused.

Debugging Newborn BabytΓΈj: A First-Time Dad's Guide to V1.0 Hardware

It’s 3:14 AM on our second night home from the hospital, and I’m staring at a tiny, floppy human trying to figure out how to get a rigid cotton shirt over his head. His neck has zero structural integrity. It’s...

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Baby boy in comfortable organic cotton bodysuit rolling on a playmat

The brutal truth about buying baby clothes for boys

I was sweating through my nursing tank trying to force my four-month-old's rigid, chubby little legs into a pair of miniature selvedge denim jeans. My mother-in-law was arriving in ten minutes for a family dinner. He looked like a tiny...

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