Debugging Mealtime: The Hunt for Non Toxic Baby Plates
I was standing in our kitchen at 6:15 AM on a Tuesday, holding a steaming "eco-friendly" bamboo baby plate that suddenly smelled exactly like the motherboard I accidentally fried during a college hackathon. My 11-month-old son, Leo, was banging his...
Dear past Priya: The Mattel distribution delusion was a mistake
I'm staring at a municipal zoning map of Cook County at three in the morning with half a cold samosa in my hand, trying to figure out if our detached garage qualifies as a commercial loading dock. This is where...
Where to Sell Baby Clothes When The Piles Literally Take Over
"You need to put everything on Poshmark," my neighbor Jessica told me on Tuesday morning while we were standing outside the preschool gates. "No, God, ThredUp is the only way, who has time to ship?" my sister texted me literally...
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....
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...
Why My Perfect Pink Infant Bedding Set Ended Up In The Trash
I was thirty-eight weeks pregnant, sitting on the floor of my Chicago apartment, crying over a contractor bag. Inside the plastic bag was roughly four hundred dollars worth of perfectly coordinated blush textiles. It was a complete crib set I...
Why I Threw Away Every Regular Onesie During the First Month
It was day three postpartum with my oldest, and I was sweating like a sinner in church. He was screaming that high-pitched, breathless newborn wail. He'd just delivered a mustard-yellow blowout of epic proportions. I was staring at his umbilical...
The brutal truth about buying an infant knit romper for your kid
My mother called from San Jose on a Tuesday to warn me that wool would give my baby a rash that would scar him for life. The very next morning, my sister-in-law swore that unless I put him in thick...
Debugging the Base Layer: A Dadβs 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....