My Epic Fail And Why Organic Newborn Socks Are Actually Vital
I was sitting on my faded living room rug, trying to pack up three Etsy orders before the mail carrier came, when I looked over and saw my oldest son treating his own foot like a pacifier. He was about...
The chaotic truth about finding vetement pour garcon that lasts
It's 8:14 AM and I'm currently staring at a photo on my phone from exactly six months ago. Leo, my seven-year-old, is wearing these mustard yellow corduroys that I spent way too much money on. In the photo, they're pristine....
The Great Baby Footwear Debate: Why Tall Options Are The Only Way
I was standing in the produce aisle at H-E-B trying to remember if we needed cilantro, while my mother-in-law texted me that putting any kind of footwear on a three-week-old would permanently stunt his foot growth, right as a sweet...
Why standard infant long sleeve shirts are a complete lie (until yo...
It was July 2020, roughly 88 degrees outside with 90 percent humidity, and I was sitting on the concrete patio of my neighborhood coffee shop sweating through my own shirt while three different people offered me completely contradictory opinions about...
How Many Bibs Do I Need? A Tech Dad’s Guide To Drool Mathematics
Tuesday, 3:14 AM. I'm standing in our freezing laundry room holding a tiny, sour-milk-soaked triangle of fabric by two fingers, staring into the dark void of the dryer drum. My wife is upstairs walking our screaming 11-month-old in tight circles,...
The Ugly Truth About My First Custom Organic Baby Onesie
I was standing in the middle of my kitchen, covered in a highly suspicious mixture of mashed sweet potatoes and spit-up, trying to peel a personalized milestone shirt off my oldest son, Leo. It was his half-birthday, because I used...
Debugging the Base Layer: A Dad’s Guide to Bodysuit Blanks
Before my son was born, I received three distinct pieces of base-layer advice that completely crashed my internal logic board. My mother insisted I needed to wrap the baby in three layers of fleece because our Portland house is drafty....
The reality of vintage infant dresses: A dad's survival guide
I'm currently sweating profusely in the back of a moderately priced Italian restaurant in zone three, trying to force a writhing twenty-four-month-old's chubby arm through a rigid sleeve made of 1950s stiffened lace. My daughter, sensing my rising panic, arches...
The Truth About Baby Overalls: Cute Or A Total Nightmare?
Before my oldest was born, I laid out this tiny, stiff pair of denim dungarees at my baby shower, just staring at how ridiculously tiny the pockets were. My mom took one look and said they were adorable and that...