Why those stiff miniature adult sneakers are ruining baby feet
We were at Maggie Daley Park, right in the middle of a brutal Chicago November, and my son was bleeding from his mouth. I'd dressed him in these incredibly expensive, highly structured miniature basketball shoes. They looked exactly like my...
How I Survived the Chaos of Measuring Tiny Feet
I'm currently holding a tiny, pristine canvas high-top in one hand and my daughter Mayaβs fiercely clenched foot in the other. She is looking at me with the deep, pitying expression of someone watching a dog try to do long...
The Truth About Baby Nike Shoes From a Mom Who Learned the Hard Way
I'm standing in the middle of Target, holding a pair of tiny, sixty-dollar sneakers that weigh more than a sack of flour, while my phone blows up with conflicting text messages. My mom is telling me my ten-month-old needs sturdy...
The Honest Truth About Putting Tiny Ugg Boots on Your Infant
I was standing in the slush outside a Starbucks in 2018, clutching my third iced latte of the morning because uninterrupted sleep was a literal myth, staring down at my six-month-old son's foot. Or rather, his empty foot. Leo was...
Why My Toddler Will Never Wear Rigid Cowboy Boots Ever Again
We were standing knee-deep in what I sincerely hoped was just regular East London mud at Mudchute Farm when the screaming started. Molly, one half of my two-year-old twin disaster squad, had suddenly frozen in place, glaring with pure, unadulterated...
The Absolute Mess of Tiny Sneakers and What Actually Works
I'm sweating through my faded vintage band t-shirt. The air conditioning in our cramped Brooklyn walk-up is completely shot, and my husband Dave is just standing there in the doorway. He's holding my iced oat milk latteβwhich is definitely mostly...
Dear Past Priya: The Ugly Truth About Buying Baby Boots
Dear Priya from last November. You're currently wedged between the radiator and the front door of our Chicago apartment, sweating completely through your shirt. You're trying to wrestle a screaming nine-month-old into a tiny fleece snowsuit while staring at a...
The Hilarious Truth About Baby Vans: Stiff Shoes & Sprinter Dreams
It was a Tuesday at precisely 10:14 AM. I was wearing leggings that definitely had dried sweet potato puree encrusted on the left thigh, clutching my third iced oat milk latte of the week. Leo was about eight months old,...
Surviving The Baby Shoe Size Chart Without Losing Your Sanity
The rain was lashing against the window of the shoe shop on Oxford Street, creating a deeply depressing backdrop for what was rapidly becoming the worst Tuesday of my life. Twin B (Evie) was actively trying to consume a damp...