The Huge Lie About Infant Gut Health And What We Actually Did
It was 3:14 AM on a Tuesday, and I was wearing Dave's old college sweatshirt that smelled faintly of spit-up and big despair. I was holding our four-month-old, Maya, who was doing that terrifying rigid-board back-arch thing while screaming at...
Pinkfong Baby Shark: How to Survive the Doo-Doo-Doo Toddler Phase
I was wedged between a fifty-pound sack of flour and my bulk box of paper towels in the pantry, stress-eating a handful of stale Goldfish crackers, while the muffled sound of "doo doo doo doo doo doo" echoed through the...
The Science Behind Why My Bad Singing Is the Best Baby Song Hack
It's 3:14 AM, and my phone's screen brightness is aggressively burning a hole in my retinas while I frantically scroll through Spotify. I'm trying to find this viral audio I saw on a parenting reel yesterday. Apparently, some influencer swore...
The Truth About Baby Sleep Music (And My 3 AM Mistakes)
It was 3:14 AM. I know the exact time because the glowing red numbers on my alarm clock were mocking me. I was standing in the middle of Leo's nursery, swaying like a seasick sailor, wearing sweatpants with a mysterious...
The Morbid Truth About Rock a Bye Baby and Why It Still Works
Don't open up a search engine at three in the morning to research the origins of nursery rhymes while bouncing a screaming infant. It's a terrible idea that only leads to weird historical rabbit holes and more anxiety. I know...
A Tech Dad's Guide to Baby Music and Debugging the Mozart Myth
It's 3:14 AM, and my Apple Watch is actively warning me that the ambient noise in our nursery has breached 85 decibels. Baby M is mid-meltdown, his face the exact color of a system-critical error screen, while I frantically swipe...
The Reality of Raising a Baby Koala: How to Survive the Cling
It's currently two o'clock on a Tuesday afternoon, and I'm trying to pack three customized initial sweatshirts for my Etsy shop using exactly one hand, because my youngest, Leo, is currently attached to my torso like a damp, heavy little...
Dear Me: The Unvarnished Truth About Raising a Baby Kitten
Dear Sarah from six months ago. You're currently standing in your kitchen at 4:15 PM on a Tuesday, wearing those grey Target sweatpants with the mysterious bleach stain on the left thigh, holding a damp cardboard box. Your four-year-old, Leo,...
Why the happy baby pose saved my structurally ruined spine
When my lower back finally gave out, I received three distinct pieces of advice from three very different people. My mother-in-law told me I needed to sleep on a plank of pine wood because thatβs what her uncle did in...