Searching for the Teen Baby GT: A Letter to My Clueless Past Self
The screen brightness on my phone is currently burning a hole through my retinas at 3:14 AM. The nursery thermostat reads exactly 68.4 degrees, which Sarah insists is the good temperature for infant sleep, though the small human currently vibrating...
The Blanket Stroller Mistake: Why I Stopped Making Pram Nap Tents
It was exactly 2:14 PM on a Tuesday, and my weather app claimed it was 81.4 degrees in southeast Portland. My eleven-month-old son was in the middle of a sleep regression that felt like a malicious firmware update, and I...
The Truth About Winter Stroller Pillows (And Why I Panicked)
I was standing in the middle of our gravel driveway, my breath pluming out in white clouds, staring in absolute horror at my firstborn son. He was three months old, tucked into his fancy stroller bassinet, and entirely invisible. My...