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The Newborn Survival Guide For When You're Running On Empty
Iβm standing in the hallway at 3:14 AM, bouncing on my heels until my calves burn, holding my oldest son who's screaming like Iβve personally offended his ancestors. I keep whispering, "baby come to me, just come here, let me...
The unvarnished truth about baby coloring pages and eating wax
We were sitting in a rather nice gastropub in Highbury when Florence, who was exactly eleven months and four days old, locked eyes with me and bit the top half off a complimentary red pub crayon. She chewed it with...
Surviving the Witching Hour: Real Talk on Baby Colic Treatments
It was 6:14 PM on a Tuesday when the switch flipped. I remember the exact time because I was staring at the microwave clock, praying for my husband's truck to pull into the driveway. My oldest was throwing goldfish crackers...
The Great Baby Changing Station Lie: A Dad's Guide To Diapers
Iβm holding a wipe in my teeth, my left forearm is pinning a kicking 11-month-old to a foam pad, and Iβm desperately trying to unfold a clean diaper with two fingers. The biggest myth they sell you at the shower...
Dear past Priya: the truth about your baby changing pad setup
It's 3:14 in the morning and you're staring at a mustard-colored stain that has somehow defied gravity. The Chicago winter is rattling the windowpanes, the radiator is hissing, and you're holding a screaming infant at arm's length. Dear Priya from...
Is the $25 Baby Chair Ikea Sells Actually Safe for Weaning?
It was 98 degrees in late July, the Texas humidity was thick enough to chew, and I was standing in my front yard in flip-flops blasting a white plastic bucket seat with the jet setting on my garden hose. Neon...
That 3AM Moment We Met a Baby Centipede (And Panicked)
The luminous dial on the baby monitor read 2:14 AM. I was standing in the semi-darkness of the nursery, holding a soiled nappy at armβs length, trying to calculate if I had the energy to take it to the outside...
Midnight fridge audits and the great baby carrots recall panic
It was exactly 11:42 PM on a Tuesday when I found myself knee-deep in the bottom drawer of the fridge, clutching a flashlight between my teeth like a cat burglar who specialises exclusively in stealing root vegetables. The twins were...
Surviving the 2024 Baby Carrots Recall in a Jetlagged Haze
We were three days into a Thanksgiving visit to my wife's parents in Massachusetts, and I had just spent twenty minutes wrestling the rental baby car seat into my father-in-law's astronomically large SUV, when my mother-in-law burst through the front...