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Before buying a hoodie for newborn babies, read this dad's review
It was exactly 10:41 AM on a rainy Tuesday in a painfully hip Portland coffee shop when I realized I had fundamentally misunderstood how baby clothing works. My son was eleven days old. The ambient temperature was roughly 72 degrees....
A Letter to Past Me About the Reality of Wooden Toys
Dear Tom of six months ago, You're currently standing in the nursery, aggressively arranging a set of aesthetically pleasing, neutral-toned blocks on a floating shelf. You're exhausted, operating on perhaps four cumulative hours of sleep, but you're deeply smug. You've...
Why I Tossed Half My Baby Shirts (And Exactly What I Buy Now)
I was sitting on the floor of my oldest’s nursery, staring at a rigid, non-stretching denim baby button-down that some well-meaning relative had gifted us, realizing there was zero chance I was getting it over his giant 99th-percentile head without...
The Honest Truth About Finding the Right Baby Sleeping Bag
When I brought my first baby home, my mom took one look at the crib, shook her head, and told me to wrap him in three heirloom quilts so he wouldn't catch a chill from the ceiling fan. Then, at...
A Letter To My Freaking Out Past Self About Winter Baby Hats
Dear 2017 Sarah, You're currently standing in the hallway of the apartment, staring at the front door like it's a portal to hell. It's mid-November. Maya is exactly three weeks old. You're wearing those gray maternity leggings with the breastmilk...
The Truth About Babyspielzeug Holz And Keeping Your Baby Safe
When I was pregnant with Maya, my mother-in-law cornered me at my baby shower holding a terrifying, neon plastic saxophone that played a high-pitched, vaguely demonic version of 'Old MacDonald' and told me it was the best toy ever because...
My 2 AM Meltdown Over a Plush Rabbit With Blanket in the Crib
The baby monitor screen was incredibly grainy, but it was clear enough to show me my absolute worst nightmare at two in the morning. I was standing in my kitchen, bleary-eyed, folding a stack of shipping boxes for my Etsy...
The Absolute Chaos of Losing Your Kid's Favorite Pink Baby Blanket
It was ten o'clock on a Tuesday night, and I was up to my elbows in a trash can outside a Buc-ee's somewhere on I-45, digging past half-eaten brisket sandwiches and giant soda cups. My husband was holding a flashlight,...
The Absolute Truth About Your Toddler and Their Blanket Bunny
Some mom in Lincoln Park is currently telling me her ten-month-old doesn't need "props" to self-soothe while we stand by the infant swings. She is wearing cashmere to a playground. Her kid is actively gnawing on a literal piece of...