The Myth Of Aesthetic Feeding And Why You Need LΓ€tzchen Γrmel
Itβs 6:15 PM on a Tuesday in 2018, and I'm standing in the middle of my kitchen wearing what was once a highly respectable gray sweatshirt but is now basically a Jackson Pollock canvas of avocado smears and despair, just...
My Utterly Chaotic Guide to Surviving Your First Infant Winter
I'm standing in our icy driveway, and the wind is absolutely howling. It's November 2017, Maya is barely six months old, and I'm holding a lukewarm mug of dark roast in one hand while trying to wrestle a screaming, rigid...
The Biggest Myth About Your Infant Long Sleeve Shirt
So there I was, sweating through a completely inappropriate gray heather t-shirt on a park bench in mid-July. I had my third iced coffee of the day sweating right along with me in the cup holder of the stroller. Leo...
A Letter to Myself About Surviving Winter With Baby Overalls
Dear Tom of late October. You're currently standing in the hallway of the flat, sweating profusely through your last clean jumper, holding a heavily padded synthetic snowsuit that looks like it was designed for a deep-sea diving expedition. Maya is...
Why skandinavische kindermode labels survive the toddler years
I spent my first Chicago winter as a mom stuffing my son into a puffy fast-fashion snowsuit that made him look like a very angry, overstuffed marshmallow. He could barely lower his arms to his sides. When we finally made...
A Dad's Guide to Surviving the Chunky Knit Sweater Trend
It was a standard damp November Tuesday in Portland when my kidβs winter wardrobe triggered a minor family crisis. My mother texted me a photo of my son in a thin cotton bodysuit with the caption, "Put a thick sweater...
Baby Rompers Changed My Life: Why I Threw Away All My Infant Pants
Seven years ago, it's 3:14 AM. I'm sitting cross-legged on the floor of my daughter Mayaβs nursery in a stained, oversized Nirvana t-shirt, weeping silently while trying to pull a pair of miniature, stiff denim jeans over a bulging, blowout-level...
The Day a Snapless Sweater Romper Broke My Parenting Firmware
I'm standing in the incredibly cramped, dimly lit bathroom of a Stumptown Coffee on Belmont, holding my 11-month-old son suspended in mid-air like a ticking bomb. He has just experienced a Level 4 containment breach. The payload has escaped the...
The Truth About Baby Rompers And The Blowout That Broke Me
It was a Tuesday in April, raining that stupid sideways rain we get in the spring, and I was hiding in the single-stall bathroom of a Starbucks with my four-month-old daughter Maya. I was wearing a silk blouse. I donβt...