Baby Brent Newborn Myths: The Truth About Surviving the First Year
I was on FaceTime yesterday with my sister-in-law, balancing my phone on a teetering stack of half-folded laundry while my middle child tried to feed the dog a stale Cheerio, and she was crying. Real, heavy, shoulder-shaking tears. She just...
The Absolute Truth About Baby Alpaca (And Why My Kids Wear It)
I can still smell the sour milk and panic. It was February 2018, and I was standing in the middle of a crowded Brooklyn coffee shop, sweating through my own coat while frantically trying to unzip my four-month-old son from...
The Search for the Best Cooling Blanket When Nobody Actually Sleeps
I asked three different people what to do about the fact that my wife and I were waking up at 3 am glued to our mattress like damp Post-it notes. My mum suggested leaving a window open, which in November...
Why I Finally Caved And Bought Those Expensive Bamboo Baby Pajamas
βPut him in heavy fleece so he doesn't freeze to death,β my mother-in-law announced, holding up a neon green synthetic onesie that felt roughly like the carpet in a cheap casino. It was 3:14 AM on a Tuesday. I was...
The Great Baby Decke Deception of the First Twelve Months
I'm standing in our cramped London living room, holding what can only be described as a mountain of pastel knitwear. It's three weeks before the twins are due, and my mother-in-law has just dropped off her contribution to our nursery....
Baby Saja Demon Form: Pop Culture Lore vs My Real Witching Hour
It was exactly 5:14 PM on a Tuesday, which is historically the worst possible time to be alive in my house, when my seven-year-old Maya walked into the kitchen wearing one of my expensive black eyeliner pencils smeared completely across...
The Giant Swamp Rodent Trend Ruining My Perfectly Good Tuesday
We were in aisle seven of the Lincoln Park Target when a meltdown of epic proportions began. Not over a toy, and not over a snack. My son wanted the giant, terminally chill rodent he had seen on my phone...
Stop Taking My Chips I'm Just A Baby: A Dad's Survival Guide
Dear Tom from exactly six months ago, You're currently sitting on the hallway floor at 4 PM, wedged between a pile of unopened mail and a rogue wellington boot, trying to negotiate with a toddler who has just hurled a...
Why the best baby lotion isn't whatever smells like a powdery dream
I'm holding a violently slippery, screaming seven-month-old who looks like he just lost a street fight with a patch of poison ivy. It's a Tuesday night four years ago, and my oldest sonβwho has served as the trial-by-fire for basically...