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Debugging Mealtime: The Hunt for Non Toxic Baby Plates
I was standing in our kitchen at 6:15 AM on a Tuesday, holding a steaming "eco-friendly" bamboo baby plate that suddenly smelled exactly like the motherboard I accidentally fried during a college hackathon. My 11-month-old son, Leo, was banging his...
How I survived the детски машинки invasion in our living room
The exact moment I realized my living room had been permanently rezoned for industrial use was at 2:14 AM on a Tuesday. I was walking barefoot to the kitchen to fix a bottle, half asleep, when my heel came down...
Surviving the 3AM Drool Fest: The Quest for a Safe Cold Teether
The blue light of the freezer illuminated my despair at precisely 3:14 AM on a Tuesday. Behind me, from the nursery, emanated a twin-stereo wailing that sounded less like human infants and more like a flock of seagulls fighting over...
My Epic Fail And Why Organic Newborn Socks Are Actually Vital
I was sitting on my faded living room rug, trying to pack up three Etsy orders before the mail carrier came, when I looked over and saw my oldest son treating his own foot like a pacifier. He was about...
Dear past Priya: The Mattel distribution delusion was a mistake
I'm staring at a municipal zoning map of Cook County at three in the morning with half a cold samosa in my hand, trying to figure out if our detached garage qualifies as a commercial loading dock. This is where...
The Truth About Character Stuffed Animals And Nursery Aesthetics
My heel just found the exact center of a plastic cartoon pup's hard little nose at six in the morning, and as I hopped around the dark living room stifling a scream so I wouldn't wake the baby, I realized...
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...
The Woodland Nursery Trend That Almost Gave Me a Heart Attack
It was late July in 2017, and I was standing outside a strip-mall Starbucks wearing high-waisted yoga pants that I had absolutely no intention of doing yoga in. Maya was exactly three months old. I was holding an iced Americano...
Escaping Sausage Casings: short sleeve pajamas toddler edition
It's 7:14 PM on a damp Tuesday, and I'm currently employing a Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu move I saw on YouTube just to get my two-year-old's arm into a pajama top. Elsie is howling indignantly; her twin sister Maya is standing on...