The Baby Sweater Survival Guide: How Not to Overcook Your Child
"Put a hat on her, she’s losing heat!" shouted an elderly woman at the bus stop, gesturing wildly at Maya (who was currently sweating through her vest and trying to eat a discarded bus ticket). Ten minutes later, a bloke...
My Honest Review on Why We Finally Switched to Baumwoll Leggins
I'm currently sitting cross-legged on the floor of my guest room—which is actually just my Etsy shipping room masquerading as a guest room—staring at a plastic tote bin full of toddler clothes my oldest daughter wore three years ago. I...
Welche Bettdecke Für Kinder: A Dad's Toddler Duvet Dilemma
3:17 AM. My left foot is currently wedged between the wooden bars of a toddler bed, and I'm trying to extract my daughter Florence from what can only be described as a textile hostage situation. She is entirely encased in...
The Great Plush Blanket Paradox (And How We Survived It)
I'm sitting on the floor of our tiny London flat, entirely boxed in by a structural wall of fluffy pastel squares. It’s roughly four days after my twin girls were born. They're currently wearing matching baby pyjamas (one of them...
Why finding a real usa baby tee is a nightmare (and how to fix it)
Yellow mustard poop all the way up the shoulder blades. That's what I was dealing with at two in the morning in my freezing Chicago apartment, trying to pry a rigid, zero-stretch miniature t-shirt over my screaming son's head. I...
Why Our Family Bed Needed a Giant Organic Cotton Blanket
It was 3:14 AM on a random Tuesday, and I was pinned to the extreme left edge of my own mattress by a sweaty, aggressively kicking toddler foot. Maya was three at the time. My right arm was completely numb...
Why Pippi Lätzchen Saved Us from the Teething Drool Nightmare
I'm standing in my kitchen at 4:12 PM on a Tuesday in late November. I'm wearing my husband's oversized grey fleece that smells vaguely of stale coffee and desperation, and I'm holding my five-month-old son, Leo. He is screaming. Not...
Why the cropped baby tee saved my sanity and his cord stump
Day five postpartum. Three in the morning. July in Chicago. The window unit AC was rattling like a dying lawnmower, the ambient humidity was somewhere around ninety percent, and my son was screaming with the kind of intensity that makes...
The baumwoll leggins damen obsession: Decoding my wife's closet
I'm standing in our Portland basement at 11:45 PM, staring at a laundry basket that appears to contain fourteen identical black fabric tubes. Our eleven-month-old just successfully executed a tactical diaper blowout ten minutes after falling asleep, which means I'm...