When Your Infant Becomes a Baby Rhino: A Hip Dysplasia Guide
I'm currently sitting on my living room rug surrounded by a mountain of expensive zippered cotton, trying to figure out how to shove a piece of rigid medical plastic inside a sleep sack without waking a sleeping infant or snapping...
The Midnight Babi Meltdowns: Surviving Drool and Sleeplessness
Whatever you do, do NOT google "why are my kid's gums blue" at three in the morning. I was sitting on the edge of the glider in Maya's nurseryβthe gray one we bought off Craigslist that always squeaked if you...
The Messy, Honest Truth About Baby Sleep Training Before & After
It's exactly 3:14 in the morning. I know this because the glowing red numbers on the microwave are burning into my retinas while I stand in the kitchen, wearing my husband Dave's oversized college track shirt that smells vaguely of...
Why I threw my baby's amber teething necklace in the trash
It was exactly 3:14 AM. I know this because the glowing red numbers on the microwave were basically mocking me from the kitchen. The bathroom floor tiles were freezing against my bare legs, and I was wearing a gray nursing...
The Honest Truth About Quantum Physics for Babies
Yesterday at 4 AM, I found myself trying to explain the Bohr model of the atom to a human who had just thrown up on my slippers. He was gnawing on the corner of a board book about electrons. The...
Am I Losing My Mind or Are These Signs of Teething in Babies?
"Oh, itβs just a tooth coming in," the barista at my local Starbucks told me yesterday, casually sliding my fourth Americano across the counter while my seven-month-old, Maya, gnawed violently on my collarbone. I was wearing a terribly stained pair...
A father's guide to a little baby's ice cream introduction
Dear Marcus from six months ago. It's me, future Marcus. You're currently sitting on the porch of our Portland rental, it's 95 degrees in August, and you're holding a dripping scoop of Salt & Straw honey lavender. The five-month-old is...
The Brutal Truth About Bouncing Your Infant In A Plastic Cage
When my middle child turned five months old, my mother dragged a massive, brightly colored, heavily plastic contraption into my living room right in the middle of Thanksgiving dinner. It was one of those freestanding bouncing activity centers that takes...
The Complete Jelly Baby Survival Guide For Overthinking Dads
Dear Marcus from six months ago. Itβs me, future Marcus. Our kid is 11 months old now, and I know exactly what you're doing. You're currently standing in aisle four of the Hawthorne Fred Meyer at 9:15 PM, holding a...