Why I Tossed Half My Baby Shirts (And Exactly What I Buy Now)
I was sitting on the floor of my oldestβs nursery, staring at a rigid, non-stretching denim baby button-down that some well-meaning relative had gifted us, realizing there was zero chance I was getting it over his giant 99th-percentile head without...
Dear past Priya: A winter reality check about baby knits
Dear Priya from six months ago. You're currently standing in the baby aisle of a boutique in Lincoln Park, heavily pregnant, holding a chunky cable-knit wool outfit that costs more than your monthly parking spot. The wind is howling off...
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...
When the Pink Bubble Pops: Surviving the Baby Glinda Obsession
It was 7:14 AM on a Tuesday, and I was standing in the kitchen wearing my husband's stained college sweatpants, desperately trying to scrape dried oatmeal off the counter with my thumbnail, when Maya marched in. My seven-year-old had a...
The truth about the best baby shoes and why ours went in the trash
It was a Tuesday morning, probably around 9 AM, and I was sitting on our living room rug wearing black yoga pants that featured a very distinct, crusted-over smear of smashed avocado on the left knee. Maya was ten months...
What I Got Completely Wrong About Building My First Baby's Layette
I was standing in the middle of our driveway in a pair of Dave's gym shorts that I'd aggressively rolled down underneath my 38-week pregnant belly, holding a tiny, stiff denim jacket with functional metal buttons, and I was just...
Half Angel Baby Anime Trends: My 2 AM Online Shopping Confession
Dear Sarah from last October. Itβs 2:14 AM. Youβre sitting on the cold kitchen tiles in those grey yoga pants with the mysterious yogurt stain on the left knee, drinking coffee that went cold six hours ago. Maya, who's somehow...
Why A Little Milanese Knit Suit Is Actually Worth the Money
I was standing in the Buc-eeβs bathroom off I-45, sweating clean through my denim jacket, trying to peel a chunky, mustard-yellow cable-knit sweater off my screaming firstborn. It was Thanksgiving weekend, the temperature had dipped to a brisk 55 degrees...
A Letter to My Past Self About Buying Rompers for Newborns
Dear Jess from six months ago. You're currently standing in the baby aisle at Target, holding a pair of corduroy overalls size 0-3 months, and you need to put them down immediately. I know you're nesting, and I know the...