Magazine
The Absolute Truth About Baby Alpaca (And Why My Kids Wear It)
I can still smell the sour milk and panic. It was February 2018, and I was standing in the middle of a crowded Brooklyn coffee shop, sweating through my own coat while frantically trying to unzip my four-month-old son from...
The Brutal Truth About Baby Allergy Medicine and Sniffles
I was standing under the humming fluorescent lights of a Walgreens at three in the morning with a rashy, congested toddler on my hip when I realized the biggest myth we all swallow about the pharmacy aisle. You know the...
What pediatric nurses actually think about feeding baby dolls
I'm standing over my kitchen sink at two in the morning with a pair of surgical tweezers, a flashlight held between my teeth, and a deep sense of regret. My toddler's favorite interactive infantβthe one that supposedly eats synthetic powdered...
Real Talk on Baby Acne Treatments (What Actually Saved My Newborn)
It was 3:14 in the morning, and my husband Dave was hovering over the bassinet with his iPhone flashlight turned on full blast, aiming it directly at our four-week-old daughterβs cheek. I was sitting on the edge of the bed...
Surviving the First Five Years: A Twin Dad's Messy Guide
Yesterday at 6:15 AM, I found myself holding a dollop of peanut butter on a baby spoon, staring at my daughter Florence like I was defusing a bomb, while her sister Matilda was busy trying to lick the skirting board....
Why Searching "Babies R Us Near Me" Won't Save Your Sanity
It's exactly 3:17 am, and one of the twins has just managed to produce a bodily fluid that somehow defies the laws of physics, breaching the boundaries of her nappy and ascending halfway up her back. I'm sitting on the...
Surviving The 3 AM Teething Boot Loop & Babies Clothes Fails
The digital thermometer read 99.1Β°F at exactly 3:14 AM on a Tuesday, and my daughter was methodically attempting to gnaw through the wooden rail of her crib like a beaver possessed. Outside, the Portland rain was doing its usual endless...
How to Talk About the Babi Yar Massacre Without Breaking Your Kids
I was standing at the kitchen island at 2:14 PM on a Tuesday, wearing my husbandβs stained college sweatshirt, trying to order a baby shower gift on my phone while Leo, who's four and completely feral, was repeatedly ramming a...
The atom bomb baby panic and why you need to log off right now
It's two in the morning and the blue light from the television is flickering down the hallway of my Chicago apartment. My husband is awake, playing that massive post-apocalyptic video game again. The volume is turned down to a mere...