The 3 AM Panic That Turned Me Into A Baby Sleep Bag Evangelist
Itβs 3:14 AM and I'm standing perfectly still in the hallway outside my daughter's nursery, wearing a pair of my husbandβs boxer briefs and a maternity tank top that smells aggressively like sour milk. Iβm holding my phone inches from...
Why the Strickhose Baby Trend Actually Saved My Newborn's Sleep
I was standing in our drafty hallway at 3:14 AM wearing nothing but a nursing bra and a pair of my husband Danβs sweatpants that had a mysterious yogurt stain on the knee, holding a screaming three-week-old Leo who felt,...
The Baby Body Schwarz: Why I Dress My Kids in Black Onesies
When I brought home my first dark onesie, my grandma practically clutched her pearls and warned me that putting an infant in black was inviting bad luck, my sister-in-law swore I needed soft pastels to stimulate his developing brain, and...
The Truth About the Cult Baby Body Wolle Seide Obsession
I was standing in the hospital parking lot in late October with a three-day-old Leo, clutching a lukewarm Americano in one hand and staring at his car seat in a total panic. It was windy, and I was wearing those...
What do newborns wear in summer to avoid melting completely
My first catastrophic error as a father was a pair of matching linen blend cardigans. It was mid-August, the temperature inside our third-floor London flat was hovering somewhere around the legal limit for a sauna, and I was holding two...
Dear Past Me: Surviving the Great Cozy Legging Winter Crisis
Dear Tom of six months ago, You're currently standing in the hallway holding a miniature pair of stiff, dark-wash denim jeans. You have a lukewarm coffee balancing precariously on the radiator, and you're sweating profusely as Maya and Isla do...
The Truth About Organic Infant Socks (and Peeling Ankles)
I was sitting right on the cracked linoleum of my laundry room floor, holding a tiny, sweaty polyester sock in one hand and staring at my six-month-old's ankles in sheer panic. Beau, my oldest, was happily gnawing on a plastic...
The utter chaos of dressing twins in retro kids clothes
My mother-in-law practically kicked our front door off its hinges last Tuesday to hand me a bin bag full of highly flammable, heavily synthetic 1984 baby rompers that my wife apparently wore, insisting the twins needed to wear them immediately....
A Letter To Past Me About The Winter Onesie Sweater Situation
Dear Tom of six months ago. You're currently standing by the radiator in the front room of our freezing London flat, staring at your hands. The boiler is making that ominous clunking sound again, Alice is attempting to eat a...