The longsleeve baby survival guide from a tired triage nurse
July in Chicago is a specific kind of miserable. The window unit in our living room sounds like a dying tractor, fighting a losing battle against the humidity. My daughter is asleep on a playmat in just a diaper, looking...
The Baby Body Schwarz: Why I Dress My Kids in Black Onesies
When I brought home my first dark onesie, my grandma practically clutched her pearls and warned me that putting an infant in black was inviting bad luck, my sister-in-law swore I needed soft pastels to stimulate his developing brain, and...
The Truth About Organic Infant Socks (and Peeling Ankles)
I was sitting right on the cracked linoleum of my laundry room floor, holding a tiny, sweaty polyester sock in one hand and staring at my six-month-old's ankles in sheer panic. Beau, my oldest, was happily gnawing on a plastic...
A Letter To Past Me About The Winter Onesie Sweater Situation
Dear Tom of six months ago. You're currently standing by the radiator in the front room of our freezing London flat, staring at your hands. The boiler is making that ominous clunking sound again, Alice is attempting to eat a...
The Real Deal With Infant Cotton Socks (And Why I Panicked at 3 AM)
Picture this. It’s mid-July, seven years ago. I'm sitting in a sweltering hospital room wearing a stained gray nursing tank, sweating profusely, holding my two-day-old daughter, Maya. In walks my mother-in-law, who takes one look at Maya’s tiny, slightly purple...
Babys erste Zahnbürste and the absolute chaos of tiny teeth
My mother-in-law told me to just rub a pinch of turmeric on his gums and call it a day. The pediatric dentist I worked with back in my hospital days told me I needed to establish a rigid, twice-a-day brushing...
The Buc-ee's pants disaster and why I only buy leggings baumwolle bio
I'm standing in the blindingly bright, pristine bathroom of a Buc-ee’s somewhere off Interstate 35, and my eighteen-month-old son is screaming like I’m trying to exorcise a demon from his body. It’s August in Texas, which means the air outside...
Dear Past Marcus: The Hard Truth About Organic Preemie Clothes
I still smell that specific pink hospital soap sometimes. The foaming one from the wall dispenser outside Pod B. If I close my eyes right now, sitting in my kitchen with a lukewarm coffee while an 11-month-old aggressively tries to...
Naturkautschuk Beißring: A Dad’s Guide to Teething Hardware (66 chars)
It was exactly 3:14 AM when I realized my eleven-month-old had somehow bypassed the living room baby gate and was quietly trying to soothe his terribly swollen gums on the braided power cord of my MacBook Pro. There was a...