The Truth About Long Baby Sherpa-Lined Cotton Coats In Winter
We're sitting in the Target parking lot on Elston Avenue, the wind is doing that specific Chicago thing where it tries to actively slice your face off, and the mom parked next to me is fighting for her life. She's...
The Real Deal on Finding Walking Shoes for Babies
I was standing in the middle of the Target shoe aisle with my oldestβwho's now four and still an absolute terror, bless his heartβwhen I realized I had three completely different voices echoing in my head about what to put...
Dear Past Me: The 2 AM Google Spiral About Vitamin K Babies
Dear Past Me from exactly six months ago. You're sitting at the kitchen island, and it's 2:14 AM. You're wearing Daveβs tragic gray college hoodie, the one with the mysterious bleach stain that he refuses to throw away, and you're...
Surviving the Vaccine Schedule for Babies Without Losing Your Mind
I was sitting in exam room four with my oldest, Beau, sweating entirely through my favorite beige Target tee while trying to pretend I had everything under control. He was four months old, completely naked except for a drool-soaked diaper,...
Debugging The Farm Book: What Do We Actually Call A Baby Goat?
It's 5:43 AM and my brain is currently running on safe mode. My 11-month-old son is sitting on my lap, aggressively pointing a sticky, banana-coated index finger at page four of a cardboard farm book. I'm staring at an illustration...
The Truth About Turkey Babies: Surviving The Meat Puree Stage
My mother-in-law cornered me by the kettle last Tuesday, brandishing a whisk, to announce that giving a six-month-old anything but pureed carrots would shatter their digestive tract into a million pieces. My health visitorβa woman who speaks exclusively in NHS...
What the Baby Boom Generation Actually Got Right About Parenting
I was sitting on the edge of the guest bathroom bathtub at 3:17 AM in a pair of gray college sweatpants that smelled vaguely like sour milk and desperation, crying over an Excel spreadsheet. Literally. I was aggressively typing Maya's...
Dear Past Me: Please Put Down the Shrek Baby Costume and Walk Away
Dear Priya from exactly six months ago. You're currently standing in the seasonal aisle at Target. You haven't slept in three days. You're holding a deeply flammable polyester green ogre costume and furiously Googling if infants can watch early 2000s...
Dear Me: Don't Let Leo Touch That Swamp Chicken (A Pukeko Story)
Dear Sarah from last October. You're currently standing on the edge of the wetlands trail at 8:15 AM, wearing those maternity leggings you stubbornly refuse to throw away even though Leo is four years old now, and you're clutching an...