Why trying to rush your infant into walking usually backfires
My mother-in-law was holding a samosa in one hand and pointing at my ten-month-old with the other. We were at a Diwali party in Naperville, surrounded by people I see exactly twice a year. Sangeeta's boy is already running, she...
The Coughing Baby Survival Guide: From Panic To Grudging Acceptance
I'm standing in our minuscule London bathroom at half past three in the morning, completely fully clothed, with the shower running at maximum heat. The room is so thick with steam that the mirror is dripping onto the toothpaste tube,...
A Late Night Deep Dive Into Pop Culture and Sensory Needs
Dear Marcus of exactly 182 days ago, It's currently 3:14 AM on a Tuesday. The nursery thermostat reads exactly 68.4 degrees, which Sarah insists is the best thermal environment, though the humidity has drifted to 48%, so who even knows...
Hosting a Baby in Bloom Baby Shower: A Dad's Survival Guide
You're currently bleeding on a Β£40 bunch of imported eucalyptus. I know this because I'm you, writing from exactly six months in the future, and I still have the tiny, irritating scar on my left index finger to prove it....
How to Take Decent Baby Pictures Without Losing Your Entire Mind
I was sweating through my favorite gray t-shirt, balancing on one foot on a dining room chair, making noises that sounded like a dying turkey. Below me, my oldest son, Hunter, was screaming bloody murder from inside a $60 woven...
Raising A Baby Hitler: Why I Stopped Tracking Cries And Held My Kid
Dear Marcus from exactly six months ago, It's currently 3:14 AM in your timeline, and I know exactly what you're doing. You're sitting in the glow of your laptop in the nursery, holding a screaming, five-month-old Maya, and you're logging...
Baby Girl Coming Home Outfit: A Letter to My Exhausted Self
Dear Jess, You're currently sitting cross-legged on the nursery rug, 38 weeks pregnant, sweating right through your maternity bra while staring at three different browser tabs full of $80 smocked linen rompers. It's 2 AM, your sciatica is acting up,...
Before and After: Debugging the Weird Hardware of a Baby Foot
Last Tuesday at 3 AM, I found myself holding my son's left ankle like I was inspecting a suspicious external hard drive, trying to figure out how his toes were suddenly jammed completely sideways inside his pajamas. The nursery monitor...
Raising A Brooklyn Baby Without Losing Your Mind Or Floor Space
Sitting on the floor of my sister's fourth-floor walk-up in Park Slope, I was aggressively sweating while trying to collapse a luxury stroller with one hand. I was holding a screaming six-month-old in the other. Someone in the apartment below...