The Bizarre Lifecycle of Infant Hair (And Why We Don't Shave It)
My mother-in-law was dead serious when she handed me my beard trimmer. We were sitting in the living room, staring at the side of my 11-month-old's head, which currently looked like a poorly maintained lawn. He had thick patches on...
Baby Girl Coming Home Outfit: A Letter to My Exhausted Self
Dear Jess, You're currently sitting cross-legged on the nursery rug, 38 weeks pregnant, sweating right through your maternity bra while staring at three different browser tabs full of $80 smocked linen rompers. It's 2 AM, your sciatica is acting up,...
Before and After: Debugging the Weird Hardware of a Baby Foot
Last Tuesday at 3 AM, I found myself holding my son's left ankle like I was inspecting a suspicious external hard drive, trying to figure out how his toes were suddenly jammed completely sideways inside his pajamas. The nursery monitor...
Baby Flat Head: My 3 AM Panic Spiral and What Actually Happened
It was 3:14 AM and I was wearing a nursing tank that smelled strongly of sour milk and sheer desperation. Leo, my firstborn, was exactly ten weeks old. He was fast asleep in his bassinet, totally oblivious, and I was...
Is Baby Dove The Answer? My Total Newborn Skincare Meltdown
It was 2017, and I was sitting on the edge of our impossibly cold bathroom floor tiles in my stained gray nursing tank, crying into a lukewarm mug of French roast. Maya was four months old, and her skin looked...
Unboxing baby dolls that look real: A first-time dad's survival guide
The box cutter sliced through the packing tape at exactly 7:42 PM on a Tuesday. I peeled back the layers of tissue paper, fully expecting a wooden puzzle or maybe some harmless stacking blocks from my wife's aunt. Instead, I...
The Myth of the Book Baby and Why My Twins Refused to Read It
At twenty past three on a damp Tuesday morning in our entirely too small London flat, I found myself holding a screaming infant in one arm while desperately trying to flip the pages of a sleep-training manual with my teeth....
Why I Stopped Trusting the Chinese Conception Chart for 2025
Sitting at my sticky kitchen island with my mom back in 2019, I was twenty weeks pregnant, sweating through my favorite maternity shirt, and squinting at a printed grid she brought over from her Tuesday church group. She had two...
The 2024 Chinese Gender Calendar: My Costly First Trimester Mistake
When I was six weeks pregnant with my oldest, I was standing in my kitchen eating a dry piece of toast, trying to hold down my breakfast, when the unsolicited advice started rolling in. My mom walked in, took one...