The Truth About Suction Bowls for Toddlers (And What Actually Works)
It was 6:13 PM on a random Tuesday, and I was wearing a grey college sweatshirt that used to belong to my husband Dave but was now permanently stained with what I desperately hoped was just pureed sweet potato. Maya,...
A Letter to My Past Self About the Physics of Baby Tableware
Dear Marcus from exactly six months ago, You're currently sitting at the kitchen island, staring at a splatter of pureed sweet potato slowly seeping beneath the 'Esc' key of your favorite mechanical keyboard. You're holding a standard ceramic ramekin in...
The Day I Threw Out Every Plastic Plate in My House
There was spaghetti sauce on the ceiling. I'm still not entirely sure how the physics of it worked, but my oldestβwho is the cautionary tale for 90% of my parenting decisionsβhad just execute a flawless, unprovoked karate kick to the...
A Letter to My Past Self About the Great Baby Bib Migration
Hey past Marcus. It's currently November, which means you're standing in the kitchen at 2 AM, holding a cloth that smells vaguely of sour milk, trying to calculate if it's physically possible for a five-month-old to output more fluid than...
The ganzkΓΆrper lΓ€tzchen saved my twins from tomato sauce ruin
There's a persistent, incredibly damaging rumour floating around antenatal classes that starting your baby on solid food is a gentle, aesthetic journey. You're led to believe you'll hand your darling infant a perfectly steamed baton of sweet potato, which they'll...
Surviving Weaning and the Tactical Genius of a LΓ€tzchen mit Namen
I'm currently staring at a smear of pureed pumpkin that has somehow defied gravity to reach the ceiling rose of our Victorian terrace. It's seven in the morning on a Tuesday, and one of the twinsβI'm fairly certain it's Florence,...
LΓ€tzchen Silikon: Why I abandoned the cloth bib fantasy
It was day four of baby-led weaning. My son had managed to work a single wedge of roasted sweet potato into his hair, his ears, and the space between his toes. But the real tragedy was his chest. He was...
The Myth Of Aesthetic Feeding And Why You Need LΓ€tzchen Γrmel
Itβs 6:15 PM on a Tuesday in 2018, and I'm standing in the middle of my kitchen wearing what was once a highly respectable gray sweatshirt but is now basically a Jackson Pollock canvas of avocado smears and despair, just...
Why long-sleeve terry bibs actually saved my sanity and my rug
It was 11:14 AM on a Tuesday, and I was wearing a cream-colored cashmere blend sweater. I know. Stupidity at its absolute finest. Leo was exactly six months and four days old, strapped into his high chair like a tiny,...