The Ultimate Dadβs Guide to What Baby Oil Is Actually Used For
I was sitting on the floor of our living room, sweating through my t-shirt, trying to peel a heavy-duty waterproof band-aid off my eleven-month-old's thigh without triggering a level-five meltdown. He had scraped his leg on a rogue piece of...
Burt's Bees Baby Sizing Is Completely Unhinged And I Love It
It was exactly 2:14 AM. I know this because the glowing red numbers on the cheap digital clock my husband insisted we keep in the nursery were burning a hole into my retinas. Maya was four months old, screaming like...
Troubleshooting Baby Rash: A Dadβs Guide to Infant Skin Bugs
It was 2:14 AM on a Tuesday when the flashlight from my iPhone illuminated my 11-month-old's cheek, revealing a topographic map of angry red bumps that definitely weren't there at bedtime. My wife was asleep. The baby was surprisingly chill....
Mustela Baby Skincare: A Letter To My Exhausted Past Self
You're sitting on the cold hexagon tiles of our Chicago bathroom right now. It's three in the morning. The baby is screaming in the tub. His skin looks like an angry, red topographic map of the Rockies, and you're staring...
Why I Threw Out My First Babyβs Clothes for Organic Cotton
I was sitting on the floor of my Texas laundry room last Tuesday, elbow-deep in a plastic storage bin labeled "0-6 Months," when I pulled out a stiff, neon-orange "Daddy's Little Monster" onesie I bought for my oldest kid five...
The tiny tuxedo myth and other hard truths about baby boy gifts
I was sitting at my cousin's baby shower in Naperville last month, watching her unwrap a tiny, stiff tweed blazer. The tags said zero to three months. It had elbow patches. Everyone cooed, but I just stared at it, calculating...
Surviving A CMPA Baby: A Reality Check For My Past Exhausted Self
Dear Priya from six months ago. You're currently standing in the downstairs bathroom at two in the morning, holding a diaper under the harsh vanity light. You're staring at a streak of mucus and tiny flecks of blood, holding your...
The Absolute Sweat-Soaked Truth About Buying Baby Girl Dresses
It was 2 PM, the sun was literally laughing at us, and I was holding a plastic cup of iced coffee that was basically just brown water at that point. We were at my cousin Rachelβs outdoor wedding in August...
The 3 AM Eczema Meltdown That Changed How I Dress My Kids
It was 3:14 AM in a stuffy, overheated Airbnb in Zermatt, and I was wearing my husband Markβs oversized Ramones t-shirt that still smelled vaguely like airplane air and desperation. Maya was four months old, and she was screaming a...