The Great Midnight Laundry Crash: Blankets and Baby Thermodynamics
I'm standing in our dimly lit basement laundry room at 2:14 AM, holding what used to be a piece of luxury textile, and it currently looks like a severely depressed, matted muppet. My wife is standing in the doorway, her...
The Honest Truth About Nike Baby Clothes and Sizing
When I was pregnant with my first, I got sat down at my own baby shower and given three entirely different lectures on how to dress a newborn. My mom, bless her heart, insisted babies only need those white cotton...
What I Wish I Knew Before Knitting With Bernat Baby Blanket Yarn
Dear Sarah from six months ago, You're currently standing in aisle four of the craft store. Itβs raining outside, youβre wearing those black leggings with the mystery yogurt stain on the left thigh, and you're staring blindly at a mountain...
Decoding the Old Navy Baby Sizing Matrix and Hard Truths
I was sitting on the floor of my bedroom at 2:14 AM yesterday, surrounded by a mountain of clean laundry, trying to compile a sorting algorithm in my head. I held up three different pairs of pants. They were all...
The Great Wool Disaster: Picking the Right Yarn for Your Baby
The baby monitor glowing angrily on my nightstand said the nursery was exactly 68 degrees, which is supposedly the good sleeping temperature for a human infant. It was 2:14 AM on a damp Portland Tuesday, and my 11-month-old son was...
Leggings 100 Baumwolle: The Truth About Pure Cotton Pants
Dear Priya of six months ago. You're currently sitting on the edge of the guest bathroom tub, aggressively slathering Aquaphor onto a raging red rash behind your toddler's knees. You're exhausted. You're wondering if he ate a bad strawberry or...
The Puffy Coat Meltdown and the Magic of Toddler Boys Sweaters
It was 7:14 AM on a Tuesday, heavily sleeting, and I was standing in our driveway wearing one of my husbandβs old flannel shirts that smelled faintly of stale coffee and desperation. Leo, who was three at the time, was...
Why baby wolle restposten changed my mind about knitting
There I was, thirty-four weeks pregnant, standing under the humming fluorescent lights of a big box craft store with three skeins of neon yellow acrylic yarn in my basket. I had this sudden, hormonal conviction that I was going to...
Why the baby bodys lustig trend is a medical nightmare
It was 3:14 AM. The dim light of the nursery humidifier was casting a sickly green glow over the changing table. Maya had just delivered a blowout of epic proportions, a true code brown that defied the laws of physics,...