Why I Stopped Freezing My Chengbao Baby Silicone Ball Teether
The rain was hitting the windows of our Portland duplex at 3:14 AM on a Tuesday, and I found myself standing in the kitchen illuminated only by the blue digital glow of the refrigerator panel. In my left hand, I...
Spotting Cerebral Palsy in Babies: A Twin Dadβs Messy Story
It was a bleak Tuesday in November, raining with that specific London spitefulness, and I was lying on the living room rug surrounded by the debris of early parenthood. At six months old, my twin girls were engaged in entirely...
Note to past Priya: The truth about the baby toon and choking
Dear Priya from last November. You're currently staring at a bowl of mashed sweet potato and sweating through your scrubs. Your hands are shaking because ten minutes ago he choked. Or you thought he choked. He went red, his eyes...
Dear Past Me: What I Wish I Knew About Buying a Baby Piano
Dear Jess from six months ago, I know exactly where you're right now. You're hiding in the walk-in pantry, sitting on a sack of jasmine rice, pretending to look for the good coffee while actually just trying to escape the...
A Warning To Past Me About Surviving The Plastic Brick Phase
Dear Tom of six months ago. You're currently standing in the doorway of the nursery, holding a lukewarm cup of tea, looking affectionately at a beautifully curated shelf. You think you've absolutely nailed this parenting thing, don't you? You haven't....
The messy truth about putting a newborn on paper without going crazy
It's raining sideways in Chicago. The kind of rain that makes you reconsider ever leaving your house again. We're trapped in the living room, and the walls are closing in. Rohan has a fistful of crushed crayons and is demanding...
The 3 AM Nightmare of Putting Baby Doll Clothes on Tiny Plastic Arms
At 4:17 AM on a Tuesday, the ambient temperature in our living room was exactly 68.4 degrees. I know this because I was staring at the thermostat while sitting on the rug with a headlamp on, trying to thread a...
The Messy, Sweet Potato-Covered Truth About Using Baby Spoons
It was 2019, and there was pureed sweet potato on my living room ceiling fan. Not a light splatter, y'all. A heavy, gravity-defying clump. My oldest son, bless his heart, had just karate-chopped the hard plastic baby spoon I was...