Debugging Baby Clothes: The Infant Long Sleeve Romper Upgrade
6:14 AM. Portland is doing that gray, misty drizzle thing it does for nine months of the year. My 11-month-old is currently trying to pull himself up on the edge of the living room coffee table. He is wearing a...
The 11-month beta test of our bamboo crib blanket
3:14 AM. The Nanit camera app says the nursery is exactly 69.4 degrees, but when I reach into the bassinet, my daughter's neck feels like a laptop running too many Chrome tabs. She's sticky. She's thrashing. She's three months old...
The Engineering of Baby Fall Clothes: A Portland Dad's Guide
7:14 AM. The air in our Portland backyard smells like wet pine needles and coffee. It's exactly 48 degrees outside, but the weather app promises it'll hit a balmy 71 by three o'clock. I'm standing on the porch staring at...
The Great Dry Rot Disaster: A Momβs Guide to Vintage T Shirts
It was a blistering Tuesday afternoon in my Texas driveway, and I had just wrestled my oldest childβwho's now basically a walking cautionary tale for my parentingβinto a pristine, never-worn 1982 Journey tour tee. I found it at Canton Trade...
Why Your Kids Need Heavy-Duty Fishing Bibs This Year
I'm watching my three-year-old sink waist-deep into a clay puddle out by the barn, wearing what some beautifully curated Instagram ad promised me was the ultimate Scandinavian toddler rain suit. The jacket has ridden up to his armpits, the pants...
Why I Traded Tiny Jeans for Bubble Rompers (And Never Looked Back)
I was sweating through my t-shirt in the Target parking lot, desperately trying to yank a pair of size 3-month rigid denim skinny jeans over my oldest daughter's delightfully chunky thighs while she screamed like a banshee. I'm just gonna...
Why I Finally Traded Tiny Baby Jeans for Stretchy Knit Pants
Picture me, sweating profusely in a Cracker Barrel bathroom, trying to peel rigid, non-stretch denim off a screaming three-month-old who had just experienced an apocalyptic blowout. That was my oldest son, bless his heart. I had dressed him up like...
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...
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 hoodieβthe one with the mysterious bleach mark on the sleeveβand you're holding a mug of French...