A Dad's 3 AM Guide to Surviving Your First Baby Ear Infection
Dear Tom from November, It's currently 3:14 AM. You're standing in the kitchen illuminated only by the aggressive blue light of the microwave clock, holding Maya, who's emitting a high-pitched, sustained note usually reserved for distressed dolphins. You're trying to...
Surviving That First Ridiculous Baby Day Out Into The Wild
I stood with my hand hovering over the front door handle for a solid forty-five minutes, paralyzed by indecision. My twin girls, who were roughly ten weeks old at the time, were actually asleep in the gargantuan double buggy that...
A Letter to Past Me About That Melting Baby on Board Sticker
Dear Tom of Six Months Ago, You're currently standing in the drizzle outside the Tesco Extra in Purley, holding a half-eaten, saliva-dissolved rice cake in your left hand while using the thumbnail of your right hand to furiously scrape at...