Why an innocent sip of water is your baby's worst enemy
It was August, the kind of oppressive, sticky London August where the pavement smells vaguely of roasted bins and the air in our second-floor flat had achieved the exact consistency of soup. The twins were four months old. They were...
What's a Nepo Baby? Raising Hard Workers in a Privileged World
It was ninety-eight degrees in July, smelling heavily of cheap sunscreen and chlorine, when I realized I had created a monster. My four-year-old, Beau, was clinging to the edge of the community pool screaming bloody murder while the other kids...
What Is A Baby Booter? Decoding My Late Night Parenting Typos
I'm currently sitting on my living room rug matching tiny socks in the dark, trying desperately to keep my eyes open. Out here in the rural Texas hill country, 2 AM is incredibly quietβjust the hum of the AC, a...
Debugging the Baby Brezza Bottle Sterilizer: An Honest Dad Review
At 3:14 AM on a rainy Tuesday, I was standing over a pot of violently boiling water with a pair of silicone salad tongs, trying to fish out a breast pump flange without melting my fingerprints off. My wife was...
The Honest Truth About Postpartum Baby Botox For Mothers
It was ninety-eight degrees in the Target parking lot, my three-year-old was actively trying to liberate himself from his five-point harness using a rogue pretzel stick, and the baby was screaming a pitch that I'm fairly certain violated several local...
The brutal truth about buying a stroller and car seat travel system
Dear Priya from six months ago. You're currently sitting on the floor of the nursery surrounded by cardboard boxes and packing styrofoam. You're quietly crying because the plastic adapters for the infant car seat don't seem to fit the stroller...
Finding Good Baby Care Near Me: A Mom's Honest Survival Guide
I was sitting in the driver's seat of our 2014 Honda CRVβwhich my husband affectionately calls the baby car because it smells permanently of sour milk and crushed Cheeriosβcrying into my steering wheel. My oldest was exactly three weeks old,...
Surviving the Absurdity of the High Street Baby Clothes Shop
The front door of βLittle Spindlesββan aggressively minimalist boutique in Islington that smells overwhelmingly of lavender and parental insecurityβwas exactly three inches narrower than my Out 'n' About double buggy. I know this because I spent an excruciating four minutes...
Why My Designer Tote Almost Ruined My Spine (And What I Pack Now)
It's 2:14 PM on a Tuesday in 2017, and I'm sitting in the front seat of my Honda CR-V in a Target parking lot, sobbing into a half-eaten sleeve of stale graham crackers. Maya is three months old. I'm wearing...