Why a Proper Baby Bottle Brush Saved My Sanity (and Sleep)
Itβs 3:14 in the morning. Iβm standing in the pale, unforgiving glow of the microwave clock, holding a plastic cylinder that smells faintly of sour milk and utter despair. Upstairs in our cramped London flat, two identical two-year-old girls are...
What To Do When Your Toddler Finds A Wild Mouse Nest At Home
I was waist-deep in a pile of winter clothes in the garage, trying to find a matching pair of mittens that probably haven't existed since 2021, when my oldest, Jackson, tapped me on the shoulder. He was holding what looked...
The Ugly Truth About Finding Tiny Silverfish Nymphs in the Nursery
It's two in the morning and I'm staring at the baseboard near the changing table. The lighting is terrible, my eyes are burning from lack of sleep, and my toddler is currently practicing his gymnastics routine on the changing pad....
Dear Past Me: Surviving a Baby Bed Bug Nursery Infestation
Dear Past Jess, It's 3:14 AM. You're standing in the middle of the nursery in your mismatched pajamas, holding your phone flashlight exactly two inches from the crib mattress, trying your absolute hardest not to wake the baby or hyperventilate....
What I Wish I Knew Before Buying The Baby Bogg Bag Last Summer
Dear Sarah from last June. You're currently standing in the gravel parking lot of the municipal pool, wearing those distressed denim shorts you swore you were going to throw away in 2019, holding a soggy canvas tote that just aggressively...
My 3 AM Kitchen Panic: Finding Baby Roaches Near the Bottles
It was exactly 3:14 in the morning. I know this because my eyes were burning holes into the neon green numbers on the microwave clock while I stood completely frozen on the cold kitchen tiles. I was wearing these hideous,...
The Big Baby Detergent Scam (And How I Actually Do Laundry)
I was standing in my laundry room at 3 AM in a pair of sour-milk-stained sweatpants, holding a twenty-four-dollar jug of baby detergent and straight-up sobbing. My oldest, Beau, was upstairs covered in angry red hives, and my mom was...
What Finding Baby Bed Bugs at 3 AM Actually Does to a Parent
The glow of my phone screen at 3:14 AM illuminated what I can only describe as a tiny, malevolent sesame seed crawling across Maya's fitted sheet. I had only come into the nursery because she had done that specific, high-pitched...
Finding a Baby Cockroach in the Nursery (And Not Losing Your Mind)
It was 2:14 AM. I was standing in the middle of Maya's nursery wearing Dave's giant, horribly stained Villanova hoodie from 2008, holding a half-empty bottle of breastmilk that had somehow already gone completely cold. I was practically sleepwalking when...