Dear Past Me: The baby brezza bottle warmer Survival Guide
Dear Sarah of six months ago, It’s 3:14 AM. You’re standing barefoot on the freezing faux-terracotta tiles in the kitchen, wearing Dave’s oversized college hoodie that has a suspicious yogurt stain on the pocket, and you're staring at a plastic...
The Reality Of The Baby Box Trend (Cardboard Beds To Alarms)
I once had a first-time mother in the maternity ward ask me if she should throw out her expensive solid wood crib because a parenting blog told her infants only thrive in cardboard boxes. She was holding a beautifully printed...
Debugging the Jogging Stroller: When Can We Actually Run?
I was exactly 400 meters into my first postpartum run around Mt. Tabor, pushing our everyday walking stroller, when the front wheel hit a stray pinecone and the entire chassis vibrated like a smartphone receiving an emergency alert. Inside the...
Why Oven Roasted Baby Potatoes Terrified Me (And How I Fix Them)
It was a Tuesday, exactly 5:43 PM, and I was wearing my husband Dave’s oversized college lacrosse t-shirt that smells vaguely of basement and stale coffee. I had reheated my morning coffee four times at this point, and I was...
What Nobody Tells You About Having a Pitbull and a New Baby
I was sitting on the sticky laminate floor of our kitchen at 2:14 AM, wearing maternity leggings with a suspicious yogurt stain on the left knee, absolutely sobbing into a mug of decaf instant coffee. I was seven months pregnant...
The Honest Truth About Flat Spots and That Expensive Baby Helmet
I was sitting in the pediatrician's office with my oldest—who's now five and completely fine, but was then a three-month-old potato with a head shaped vaguely like a deflated football—convinced I had ruined his brain forever. I’d gone down a...
System Failure: Searching for Baby Clothes Near Me in Portland
The sound was suspiciously similar to a ketchup bottle emptying its final contents, but we were miles from a diner and my eleven-month-old daughter was entirely too pleased with herself. We were at Mt. Tabor park, I was trying to...
A Letter to My Past Self About Surviving Baby Car Seat Chaos
Dear Sarah from exactly six months ago, You're currently jammed into the backseat of the Honda, one knee completely numb because you're using your entire adult body weight to press a massive piece of plastic into the upholstery. Your iced...
System Meltdown: A Clueless Dad's Guide to Surviving Colic in Babies
I was bouncing on a half-inflated yoga ball at 140 beats per minute, frantically whispering "shhh" while my five-week-old son screamed so aggressively his face looked like a boiled lobster. My Apple Watch buzzed to congratulate me on my intense...