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Why The Clinical Genius Of Japanese Baby Clothes Makes Sense
My mother-in-law told me to put three layers of fleece on the baby because his hands felt cold. My favorite attending doctor at the hospital said he was sweating through his onesie and to strip him down to a diaper....
The Truth About That Stuffed Animal Blanket (And Why You Need Three)
It's 2017. I'm wearing a maternity tank top that smells distinctly like sour milk, standing in the middle of a Target parking lot in the pouring rain, digging through the trunk of my Subaru while my husband holds a screaming...
The Great Infant Romper Lie And What Actually Keeps Babies Cool
I was standing in the emergency room triage bay during a brutal Chicago heatwave when I realized most parents have no idea how to dress a child. The smell of antiseptic was giving me a headache. A frantic mother carried...
Why I Stopped Buying Cheap Joke Shirts For My Kids
I was sweating through my own nursing tank, trying to wrestle my oldest son—who was basically built like a sack of bowling balls at four months old—into a stiff neon green shirt my brother-in-law bought him. It said "I Only...
The brutal truth about picking a safe baby blanket pattern
My mother-in-law was so proud of the mint green monstrosity she pulled out of her floral gift bag at my baby shower. It had tassels. It had three-dimensional pom-poms. It had a crochet baby blanket pattern with holes large enough...
Why I Traded Tiny Jeans for Bubble Rompers (And Never Looked Back)
I was sweating through my t-shirt in the Target parking lot, desperately trying to yank a pair of size 3-month rigid denim skinny jeans over my oldest daughter's delightfully chunky thighs while she screamed like a banshee. I'm just gonna...
A teething necklace for mom saved my sanity and my shirts
It was a Tuesday in early November. I was sitting in the corner booth at Red Roasters wearing a ridiculous emerald green silk blouse that I had absolutely no business wearing to a coffee shop with a six-month-old. Maya was...
The Great Mini-Adult Wardrobe Lie and Other Winter Baby Truths
My husband Mark was holding Maya like she was an unexploded bomb, sweat literally beading on his forehead, while I tried to aggressively shove her tiny, raw-noodle arm into the sleeve of a mustard yellow cable-knit pullover. She was three...
Why the Baby Kimono Saved My Sanity During the Newborn Stage
It's Tuesday, precisely 3:14 AM, and I'm staring at a piece of fabric the size of a large napkin, trying to calculate the physics of threading a furious, screaming human being into it. The nightlight is casting terrible shadows across...