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The Truth About Finding A Lone Baby Seal On A Rock At The Beach
Dear Jess from six months ago, who's currently standing on a freezing, aggressively windy Northern California beach holding a half-eaten bag of goldfish crackers while your three kids melt down in stereo. Put the cracker bag down, take a deep...
Debugging Sleep, Typos, and the Baby Saja x Reader Incident
My thumb slipped off the glass screen of my phone at exactly 3:14 AM, smearing a streak of organic pear puree across the search bar while my 11-month-old daughter attempted to burrow her entire head into my left armpit. She...
Raising the 'Baby Rich' Without Making Them Insufferable
I was staring at a three-thousand-dollar acrylic crib on my phone at 4 a.m. while covered in sour milk, waiting for my maternity leave pay to clear. That was the exact moment I realized my entire concept of being baby...
Baby Reindeer Reviews: The Netflix Show That Shocked My House
I was knee-deep in a laundry basket full of tiny socks that somehow all turn into singles in the dryer, when my oldestβthe one who tests every single gray hair on my head dailyβyelled from the living room that he...
Why Searching For Baby Reindeer Episodes Nearly Broke My Brain
I had my arms elbow-deep in a basket of spit-up stained laundry, trying desperately to find the matching half of a tiny sock, when my four-year-old started screaming at the Roku remote. I was half-listening, calculating how many Etsy shop...
The Great Spot Panic: When Your Infant Looks Like a Teenager
There's a very specific type of terror reserved for 4:17 am, illuminated solely by the aggressive blue light of an iPhone torch. I was standing over the Moses basket, holding a generic glass tumbler against my two-week-old daughterβs cheek, trying...
That cute baby raindeer show is actually a parental nightmare
I was standing by the kitchen island at 6:45 AM on a Tuesday, wearing gray sweatpants that honestly probably smelled like stale yogurt, scraping hardened oatmeal off a plastic bowl with my thumbnail, when Leo casually walked in holding his...
Finding a Nest in the Garden: A Warning About Infant Rabbits
Dear Tom from exactly six months ago. Right now, you're standing in the middle of the back garden holding a half-eaten Hobnob, wearing only one wellington boot, while your two-year-old twin daughters scream with a terrifying mixture of joy and...
Decoding Baby Quilt Dimensions When You Can't Put Them in a Crib
I'm sitting on the hardwood floor of our Portland apartment with a Stanley tape measure, surrounded by six different square-ish blankets, trying to categorize them by surface area. It's exactly three weeks after the baby shower. My wife, Maya, is...