A Letter To Myself: Stop Buying Crap and Write a Better Baby Card
Dear Sarah from last October, You're currently standing in the greeting card aisle at the Target on Route 17, wearing those black leggings with the mysterious yogurt stain on the left knee, holding an iced oat milk latte that's aggressively...
The Denim Jacket Mistake and the Baby Boy Coming Home Outfit
The discharge nurse didn’t say anything out loud, but her eyebrows did a full 180-degree rotation when I pulled the miniature rigid denim jacket out of our hospital bag. It was hour 48 of being a father, I had consumed...
Real Geschenk für Mutter zur Geburt: What Moms Actually Want
Before I had my son Leo, three completely different people cornered me with their brilliant gifting strategies for my impending motherhood. My sweet but clinically insane coworker Susan handed me this massive, scratchy, hot-pink tulle tutu in the breakroom and...
The Truth About Why Every Parent Needs a Babydecke Merinowolle
It was a Tuesday, I think. Honestly, those first few weeks are a blurry hallucination, but I remember I was wearing my black maternity leggings—the ones with a faint spit-up stain on the left knee that had been there since...
Why Spielbogen Anhänger Don't Need to Be a Vegas Light Show
My mother-in-law meant well when she handed me a massive cardboard box wrapped in pastel elephant paper. I ripped it open and stared at a neon plastic contraption that looked like a miniaturized carnival ride. It had six different blinking...
The 3AM Nappy Change That Made Me Believe in Baby Gowns
It's 03:14 on a Tuesday, and I'm quietly crying. Not the majestic, single-tear-rolling-down-the-cheek crying you see in cinema, but the silent, pathetic, shoulder-heaving sort. I'm kneeling on the floor of our cramped London nursery, holding my breath, trying to align...
Surviving the three am panic over mysterious newborn baby lesions
I was staring at a tiny, raised red bump on my son's cheek at two in the morning, convinced I had somehow broken him. He was fourteen days old. The nursery smelled heavily of sour milk, zinc oxide, and absolute...
The Absolute Truth About That Gorgeous Personalized Baby Blanket
I'm standing in the dark at exactly 2:14 AM wearing sweatpants that haven't been washed since Tuesday, staring into my firstborn's bassinet like it's a ticking bomb. My husband is snoring in the other room, completely oblivious to the crisis,...
How Much to Actually Spend on a Baby Shower Gift (Without Going Broke)
I was standing in the middle of aisle 14 at Target, wearing these black Lululemons that had a very distinct, very suspicious bleach spot right on the left thigh, staring at my phone until my vision went blurry. It was...