Why My Woodland Nursery Dream Excluded A Fox Skin Blanket
It was 3:17 a.m. on a Tuesday, roughly four weeks before my wife was scheduled to deliver two actual human beings, and I was staring at a bespoke Icelandic taxidermy website with my credit card in my hand. The flat...
The kinderwagen sack: A letter to myself about winter walks
You're currently sweating through your favorite oversized sweater, wrestling a screaming six-month-old into a puffy fleece snowsuit while your toddler dumps a box of Cheerios all over the mudroom floor. I know exactly how your back aches right now from...
My Utterly Chaotic Guide to Surviving Your First Infant Winter
I'm standing in our icy driveway, and the wind is absolutely howling. It's November 2017, Maya is barely six months old, and I'm holding a lukewarm mug of dark roast in one hand while trying to wrestle a screaming, rigid...
The truth about newborn winter dresses and freezing temperatures
November in Chicago is a specific kind of brutal. The wind does that thing where it physically hurts your face. I was standing in my hallway holding my three-week-old daughter, who was stuffed into a thick velvet holiday dress, layered...
WinterfuΓsack Kinderwagen Lammfell: A Tech Dad's Honest Review
Dear Marcus from six months ago. It's currently 3:14 AM in October, and Portland is aggressively gray outside. I'm staring at the glow of an Excel spreadsheet where you attempted to map out a synthetic polyester layering system based on...
The Great Baby Overall Winter Survival Guide for Exhausted Parents
My forehead was pressed against the freezing cold steering wheel of our Ford Focus, beads of sweat pooling in my eyebrows while both twins screamed at a pitch that I'm fairly certain cracked the rearview mirror. We hadn't even left...
The Honest Truth About Finding the Right Baby Sleeping Bag
When I brought my first baby home, my mom took one look at the crib, shook her head, and told me to wrap him in three heirloom quilts so he wouldn't catch a chill from the ceiling fan. Then, at...
A Letter To My Freaking Out Past Self About Winter Baby Hats
Dear 2017 Sarah, You're currently standing in the hallway of the apartment, staring at the front door like it's a portal to hell. It's mid-November. Maya is exactly three weeks old. You're wearing those gray maternity leggings with the breastmilk...
A Letter to Myself About Surviving Winter With Baby Overalls
Dear Tom of late October. You're currently standing in the hallway of the flat, sweating profusely through your last clean jumper, holding a heavily padded synthetic snowsuit that looks like it was designed for a deep-sea diving expedition. Maya is...