How to Handle a Tick Bite on Your Baby Without Losing Your Mind
I was elbows deep in lukewarm bathwater trying to scrub what I thought was a stubborn piece of dried Texas dirt out from behind my four-month-oldβs left ear. My oldest was running around the bathroom completely naked, loudly singing a...
The terrifying physics of your first garden baby swing setup
I'm standing in our damp, aggressively overgrown London garden, holding twenty feet of braided nylon rope and staring at a branch on our neighbor's encroaching oak tree, while Florenceβwho's supposed to be sitting quietly on a blanketβattempts to eat a...
What Do Baby Birds Eat? A Dad's Guide to Backyard Rescues
It's 2 PM on a Tuesday, I'm supposed to be pushing code to a staging server, and instead I'm on my knees in the dirt staring at what appears to be a raw chicken tender that has somehow sprouted a...
Dear Me: Don't Let Leo Touch That Swamp Chicken (A Pukeko Story)
Dear Sarah from last October. You're currently standing on the edge of the wetlands trail at 8:15 AM, wearing those maternity leggings you stubbornly refuse to throw away even though Leo is four years old now, and you're clutching an...
Letter To Myself About The Baby Jogger City Mini GT2
Dear Marcus from six months ago. You're currently standing in the middle of a baby store aisle, sweating in your gray hoodie, trying to mentally compute tire diameters while staring at a wall of black canvas. You look ridiculous. Just...
How To Handle It When Your Kids Find A Wild Raptor In The Yard
Tuesday morning. 7:14 AM. I'm standing in my kitchen wearing a grey fleece robe that smells vaguely of sour milk and defeat, holding my third cup of lukewarm coffee. It's the kind of morning where everything is just slightly damp...
The Day the Park Waterfowl Fought Back: A Survival Log
The hissing started before we even breached the tree line at Hampstead Heath, sounding less like a natural animal noise and more like a punctured bicycle tyre that was somehow actively angry with me. I had a toddler under each...
Surviving That First Ridiculous Baby Day Out Into The Wild
I stood with my hand hovering over the front door handle for a solid forty-five minutes, paralyzed by indecision. My twin girls, who were roughly ten weeks old at the time, were actually asleep in the gargantuan double buggy that...
Why That Cute Baby Moose Is Actually A Hiking Nightmare
I was holding my breath so hard I thought I was going to pass out right there on the gravel trail in Rocky Mountain National Park. We had blown our vacation budget driving up from Texas just to get out...