The Truth About the Toy Blanket (And Why Your Baby Needs One)
My older cousin stared at the graying, spit-up-stained square of muslin clutched in my toddler's fist and let out a long, theatrical sigh. We were at a family dinner, and she felt the need to inform me that letting my...
The Heatwave Guide to Surviving With a Bambus Decke
It was July, the mercury in our top-floor London flat had just breached 35 degrees, and I was sitting on the nursery floor waving a piece of Amazon delivery cardboard over my eight-month-old daughters like a desperate servant in antiquity....
How a Simple Penguin Blanket Saved My Sanity and My Marriage
It was 2:14 AM and I was literally hovering over the Motorola baby monitor, zooming in on my oldest son's pixelated chest to make sure it was still rising and falling. The thermostat in our drafty Texas farmhouse said 62...
Fox Blankets: Debugging Infant Sleep Safety and Stroller Heat
My mother-in-law explicitly instructed me to drape the little orange woodland throw over the stroller so the baby wouldn't get a sunburn. A guy in my local Portland dad's Discord server told me doing exactly that would basically create a...
What I Learned After Buying a Blanket With Rainbows for My Twins
We were standing by the dismal puddle that passes for a duck pond in our local park when a woman I had never met touched my arm and gave me a look of deep, teary-eyed solidarity. She was staring intently...
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. Itβs roughly four days after my twin girls were born. They're currently wearing matching baby pyjamas (one of them...
Dear Sarah: The Truth About That Bunny With Blanket Obsession
You're sitting on the cold kitchen floor right now, aren't you. It's 11:42 PM on a Tuesday, you're wearing Mark's oversized college track hoodie that smells vaguely of stale salsa from last week's taco night, and you've just reheated your...
My 2 AM Meltdown Over a Plush Rabbit With Blanket in the Crib
The baby monitor screen was incredibly grainy, but it was clear enough to show me my absolute worst nightmare at two in the morning. I was standing in my kitchen, bleary-eyed, folding a stack of shipping boxes for my Etsy...
The Absolute Chaos of Losing Your Kid's Favorite Pink Baby Blanket
It was ten o'clock on a Tuesday night, and I was up to my elbows in a trash can outside a Buc-ee's somewhere on I-45, digging past half-eaten brisket sandwiches and giant soda cups. My husband was holding a flashlight,...