The Honest Truth About Your Baby Dedication (And Surviving It)
Let me paint a picture for y'all. It's Sunday morning, roughly 10:15 AM. I'm sitting in the second pew, sweating clean through my nice silk blouse, while my oldest sonβwho was supposed to look like a literal angel from heavenβis...
The impossible physics of keeping baby socks on kicking feet
At 3:14 AM on a Tuesday, I found myself on my hands and knees in the nursery, using my iPhone flashlight to hunt for a microscopic piece of gray fabric. My eleven-month-old son was asleep in his crib, oblivious to...
Cosas Necesarias Para Un Recien Nacido: A Mom's Honest Guide
I was thirty-four weeks pregnant with my oldest, Hunter, sitting in a nest of packing peanuts on the nursery floor while my husband tried to decipher the instruction manual for an electric wipe warmer. I was sweating through my maternity...
A letter to myself about the perfect onesie set
Listen. You're currently standing over the bassinet at 3:14 AM watching a mustard-yellow stain slowly bloom across the back of your daughter's supposedly leak-proof pajamas. You're exhausted. You're calculating how many hours of sleep you can get before your shift...
Where to Sell Baby Clothes When The Piles Literally Take Over
"You need to put everything on Poshmark," my neighbor Jessica told me on Tuesday morning while we were standing outside the preschool gates. "No, God, ThredUp is the only way, who has time to ship?" my sister texted me literally...
Why I Tackled a Newborn Cardigan Knitting Pattern for Twins
The bamboo needle slipped from my sweating thumb at precisely 3:14 a.m., sending a cascade of buttery yellow yarn unspooling across the duvet while my wife snored peacefully beside me, seven months pregnant with twins. I was supposed to be...
Surviving the Infant Cashmere Sweater: A Dad's Troubleshooting Guide
The garment had been sitting in its tissue paper like a museum artifact for three months. My wife's aunt had sent it from Geneva, and I had immediately designated it as high-risk inventory. It was a terrifyingly soft, aggressively expensive...
The Brutal Truth About Buying Vestidos de Bebe for Your Girl
We were sitting in the third row at First Baptist Church on Easter Sunday, the air conditioning was broken, and my oldest daughter Mackenzie was literally trying to claw her way out of her own clothes. She was maybe two...
Why I Threw Away Every Regular Onesie During the First Month
It was day three postpartum with my oldest, and I was sweating like a sinner in church. He was screaming that high-pitched, breathless newborn wail. He'd just delivered a mustard-yellow blowout of epic proportions. I was staring at his umbilical...