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My Guide to Surviving a Childrens Wear Sale Without Going Broke
I was standing in the middle of a fluorescent-lit mega-store with sweat actively pooling in my lower back, bouncing a screaming six-month-old on my hip while trying to wrestle a bright orange, plastic-feeling puffer coat into my shopping cart simply...
The Great Knee Blowout: Finding the Best Leggings for Girls
It was 7:14 AM on a Tuesday, and I was sitting on the laundry room floor with a hot iron, trying to fuse a denim star patch over a gaping hole in a pair of hot pink pants while my...
What No One Tells You About the Stokke Tripp Trapp Baby Set
It's barely six in the morning in Chicago, the heat just kicked on, and I'm using a dull butter knife to chip concrete-level dried sweet potato out of the tiny plastic grooves of a high chair harness. My toddler is...
The sweet potato disaster and the ugly truth about baby spoons
I was wearing a cream-colored sweater, which, let’s be honest, is the first and most obvious mistake I made that day. It was around 5:30 PM, the exact hour when my blood stream is approximately four percent coffee and ninety-six...
Dear past Priya: The truth about wooden blocks for your toddler
You're standing in the middle of the living room at three in the morning, holding a plastic blender that just sang a high-pitched song about making a smoothie because your foot grazed it in the dark. Your heel is throbbing....
Why looking up kids stores near me usually ends in disaster
The wind off Lake Michigan is currently performing a hostile takeover of the sidewalk. My toddler, who fit perfectly into his heavy coat exactly three days ago, is now hulking out of the sleeves like a tiny, irritated bodybuilder. The...
Dear past Priya: Surviving the bunny blanket hostage crisis
It's 2:14 in the morning and you're currently army-crawling across the nursery rug, sweeping your hand under the crib like a frantic metal detector. You're looking for a twelve-inch piece of fabric with a stuffed rabbit head attached to it....
A letter to my May self about the great toddler shorts strike
Listen, May Priya. You're sitting on the rug right now, watching your kid sweat through a pair of heavy fleece joggers while the Chicago spring decides to skip straight to eighty-five degrees and eighty percent humidity. You're holding a pair...
Dear Past Sarah: Stop Doing Wake-Up Math and Buy the Merino Bag
Dear Sarah of exactly six months ago, You're currently standing in the doorway of Leo's room at 2:14 AM. You're wearing Dave's stained Villanova hoodie—the one with the mysterious bleach mark on the sleeve—and you're holding a mug of French...