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A tired dad looking at a disorganized pile of aesthetic baby gifts.

The truth about baby gift boxes and the newborn denim delusion

It was day four of being a dad, precisely 2:14 AM. The baby was actually asleep, which felt like a trap, but I was too exhausted to care. I was standing in our living room illuminated only by the microwave...

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Mother checking back of baby's neck for temperature while adjusting a cotton bodysuit.

The longsleeve baby survival guide from a tired triage nurse

July in Chicago is a specific kind of miserable. The window unit in our living room sounds like a dying tractor, fighting a losing battle against the humidity. My daughter is asleep on a playmat in just a diaper, looking...

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Sarah pushing a stroller through the snow while drinking a large iced coffee

Buying a Fußsack Kinderwagen Winter Neugeborene? Read This

It was mid-February, it was maybe fourteen degrees outside, and I was standing on the sidewalk in front of our local bakery crying into a lukewarm cappuccino. Leo was exactly three weeks old. I was wearing maternity leggings that had...

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A folded stack of natural wool and silk baby bodysuits on a messy nursery changing table next to a cold coffee.

The Truth About the Cult Baby Body Wolle Seide Obsession

I was standing in the hospital parking lot in late October with a three-day-old Leo, clutching a lukewarm Americano in one hand and staring at his car seat in a total panic. It was windy, and I was wearing those...

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Exhausted dad looking at a pile of tiny baby clothes in the summer heat

What do newborns wear in summer to avoid melting completely

My first catastrophic error as a father was a pair of matching linen blend cardigans. It was mid-August, the temperature inside our third-floor London flat was hovering somewhere around the legal limit for a sauna, and I was holding two...

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A pile of stained newborn bibs sitting next to a half-empty coffee cup on a messy kitchen table.

How Many Bibs Do I Need For A Newborn? The Spitty Truth

It was Thanksgiving 2017, and Maya was exactly six weeks old. We were at my mother-in-law’s house, which is basically a museum of white linen and breakable objects, and I was wearing a rust-colored silk blouse because I was, like,...

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Frustrated dad holding one tiny white sock next to a washing machine

The Ridiculous Truth About Organic Cotton Socks for Tiny Feet

My left arm is currently wedged shoulder-deep inside the rubber gasket of our Bosch washing machine, fishing for a piece of fabric the size of a tea bag. Maya is howling from the nursery because her left foot is cold,...

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Red peeling baby ankles next to organic infant socks

The Truth About Organic Infant Socks (and Peeling Ankles)

I was sitting right on the cracked linoleum of my laundry room floor, holding a tiny, sweaty polyester sock in one hand and staring at my six-month-old's ankles in sheer panic. Beau, my oldest, was happily gnawing on a plastic...

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A bewildered dad holding tiny winter baby clothes and looking confused

Debugging the architectural nightmare of a newborn sweater set

I’m currently staring at a tiny, cream-colored cable-knit tube of fabric. My wife Sarah is in the other room, and my son is lying on the changing table, doing that terrifying infant stiff-board maneuver where every muscle in his three-week-old...

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