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Why Finding the Right Baby Lotion Feels Like Diffusing a Bomb
My mother-in-law cornered me in the kitchen when the twins were four days old, wielding a tub of something that smelled violently of synthetic lavender, insisting I needed to grease them up immediately lest they turn into dust. Two hours...
Why Your Baby's Favorite Stuffed Animal Matters (And Terrifies Me)
It was 2:14 AM on a Tuesday, and my husband was out in the driveway in his boxer shorts, aggressively sweeping a flashlight under the seats of our minivan. I was inside, ripping apart the couch cushions and interrogating our...
The Brutally Honest Truth About Buying Bamboo Pajamas For Kids
It's two in the morning, and I'm aggressively wrestling my screaming, slippery nine-month-old back into a rigid fleece onesie while my husband holds a cell phone flashlight in his mouth so we don't wake the toddlers in the next room....
Selling Out: The Messy Reality Of Being A Parent Brand Ambassador
It's 9:43 on a Tuesday morning, and I'm currently using a plastic weaning spoon to scrape an unidentifiable, fossilised substance off the underside of my dining table. Meanwhile, my two-year-old twin girls, Florence and Matilda, are loudly debating who gets...
Why I exclusively buy baby boys clothes for my twin daughters
Maya was stuck in a holly bush. This wasnβt an unusual occurrence for a Tuesday morning, but what made this particular extraction difficult was that her supposedly durable, sparkly woodland-themed leggings had snagged on a branch and were rapidly unravelling...
Dear Past Jess: Finding a Good Feeding Bottle Without the Tears
Dear Past Jess, You're standing in Aisle 12 at the big-box store right now, heavily pregnant with baby number three, staring at a literal wall of plastic and silicone, and you're crying. Real, salty, hormone-fueled tears right there next to...
The Truth About Baby Acne: When Your Newborn Looks Like a Teenager
I was standing in my kitchen staring at my three-week-old firstborn, Carter, under the harsh glare of the stove light. We had dropped three hundred dollarsβwhich might as well have been a million bucks on our teacher salaries back thenβbooking...
The baby carrier myth that nearly broke my spine (and spirit)
I'm standing in the middle of our cramped London kitchen, wrapped in fifteen feet of grey jersey material, looking like a mummy that gave up halfway through the embalming process. Maya is screaming on the rug. Chloe is staring at...
The messy, exhausting chaos of picking the right baby boy name
It was a blistering Tuesday in late August, the kind of heat that makes your car steering wheel feel like a frying pan, and I was sitting in the Target parking lot in my rusted Subaru. I was wearing leggings...