The Truth Behind the Sugar Baby Movie Hype for Modern Parents
Dear Past Jess, It's two in the morning, and I'm currently sitting on the floor of our living room here in rural Texas, staring at a laundry basket that looks like it's actively reproducing. I'm peeling a mysterious, crusty substance...
Dear Past Tom: The chaotic truth about cooking meals for babies
Dear Tom from six months ago, You're currently standing in the kitchen at two in the afternoon, wearing a jumper that smells faintly of sour milk, staring at a blender full of steamed sweet potato. You have a very specific,...
My Foolproof Baby Back Ribs Recipe for Very Exhausted Parents
It's 5:14 PM on a Thursday and I'm standing in my kitchen wearing a stained gray sweatshirt I haven't washed since Tuesday, staring at a massive slab of raw pork while Leo, who's four and currently believes he's a velociraptor,...
A dad's guide to the elusive baby turkey (and weaning woes)
It was 5:17 in the morning when the farm animal flap-book aggressively entered my peripheral vision, wielded by Twin A, who had somehow escaped her sleeping bag and decided that the pre-dawn darkness was the ideal time for agricultural education....
The brutal truth about catering for heavily pregnant women
At my own party, I stood at the edge of my sister-in-law's patio staring at a three-foot wooden board covered in prosciutto, unpasteurized brie, and what looked like homemade mayonnaise dip. My mother-in-law nudged my elbow. Beta, you need to...
Buying a high chair without losing your mind
My mother-in-law told me to just feed him on the floor like we did back home. My favorite shift-nurse at the hospital swore by strapping them into a bouncer with a bottle. And an influencer I hate-follow insisted that if...
The NutriBullet Baby Review: A Dad's Solid Food Data Log
My mother-in-law told me I just needed to mash a banana with a fork. My lead developer pinged me on Slack to say we absolutely needed a $250 European baby food maker that somehow syncs to a smartphone. Meanwhile, an...
Why Oven Roasted Baby Potatoes Terrified Me (And How I Fix Them)
It was a Tuesday, exactly 5:43 PM, and I was wearing my husband Daveβs oversized college lacrosse t-shirt that smells vaguely of basement and stale coffee. I had reheated my morning coffee four times at this point, and I was...
What No One Tells You About Feeding Your Kid Lamb
I was sitting cross-legged on the kitchen floor at two in the morning, furiously googling the internal temperature of a braised shank. My kitchen smelled like a Greek diner, and my six-month-old was asleep upstairs, blissfully unaware that I was...