The Truth About The Baby Driver Movie And Actual Car Seat Safety
Let's talk about the biggest, fattest lie the universe feeds expecting parents: that babies inherently love riding in the car. You know the exact myth I'm talking about. You've probably seen those pristine, beige-aesthetic moms on Instagram claiming that all...
The Brutally Honest Guide to Surviving the Baby Gear Avalanche
When I was pregnant with my first, I got three completely different pieces of advice in the span of a single Sunday dinner. My mom, who firmly believes the 1990s were the peak of human parenting, told me I needed...
The brutal truth about picking baby names that won't ruin them
My mother-in-law cornered me in the kitchen at twenty weeks pregnant to gently suggest that our child's name needed to reflect our deep ancestral roots. Later that afternoon, my hipster neighbor in Logan Square casually mentioned over the fence that...
The Real Reason My Babies Live in Sleeveless Summer Bodysuits
I was standing next to a kiddie pool in my sister-in-lawβs backyard, sweat pooling entirely too fast in my nursing bra, staring down at my firstborn son who looked like a boiled hot dog. It was the Fourth of July...
Surviving the cursed reality of the chunky knit baby outfit
We were at my mother-in-law's house for Boxing Day when I realised we had made a terrible mistake. The thermostat in her living room was set to what I can only describe as "equatorial," and the twins were both strapped...
Why the Henley Romper is the Only Baby Outfit You Need
Dear Sarah from last November, You're currently standing in the middle of our sister's nursery, sweating in that beige oversized sweater that makes you look like a sheep, holding a lukewarm Yeti mug of day-old coffee. You're staring at a...
The messy truth about trying to knit your own baby clothes
I was thirty-four weeks pregnant, sitting cross-legged on the floor of a craft store in Lincoln Park, quietly crying over a skein of mustard yellow yarn. My feet were swollen to the size of small hams. My lower back felt...
Toxic glue and the truth about aesthetic baby holzspielzeug
I'm standing at the stove at two in the morning, watching a forty-dollar organic maple rattle slowly disintegrate in a pot of boiling water. The water is turning a suspicious murky brown. A smell like burning nail polish remover is...
Why I Stopped Overthinking Bausteine Kinder & Let Them Crash
It's 6:15 AM on a Tuesday, and I'm sitting on the cold kitchen floor wearing Davidβs faded college sweatshirt that has a completely unidentified yogurt stain on the cuff, gripping a mug of lukewarm coffee like it's a literal life...