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Why Taking Kids to a Physical Clothing Store is a Total Trap
It's 3:14 PM on a Tuesday, and I'm wedged into a cubicle the size of a shoebox at our local mall, sweating through my favorite shirt and gripping an eight-dollar lukewarm vanilla latte like it might save my life. Maya,...
Pampers Club App: A Dad's Data-Driven Take on the Diaper Economy
The biggest myth new parents tell themselves is that they wonβt fall for the corporate gamification of bodily fluids. Before my son was born, I was highly idealistic. I told my wife weβd be strictly off-the-grid regarding consumer data. No...
What You Actually Need to Know About a Baby With Red Hair Now
I was standing in the middle of aisle four at H-E-B, holding two packs of store-brand diapers and trying to calculate if I had enough energy to make it to the frozen food section for a frozen pizza. My baby...
Surviving the first weeks with your new baby without losing it
I was sitting in the passenger seat of our Honda CR-V on top of a literal ice pack, staring at the mirror angled toward the car seat in the back. My husband was driving ten miles under the speed limit...
The terrifying truth about having a nec baby in the NICU
It was 3:17 am on a Tuesday when the alarms changed their tune. Not the rhythmic, steady chirp of the standard heart monitor weβd grown intimately accustomed to over two weeks in the NHS neonatal unit, but a frantic, high-pitched...
What That Weird Jelly Slime and Mucus in Baby Poop Really Means
I was standing in the family restroom at Target, balancing a lukewarm iced coffee on the edge of the changing table, staring down at a diaper that looked, for lack of a better description, like a ghost had sneezed in...
Why Ms Rachel Works Like a Glitch in My Baby's Brain
The production database locked up at exactly 4:13 PM on a Tuesday, which was incidentally the exact moment my eleven-month-old decided his incoming lateral incisor required a decibel level usually reserved for jet engine testing. Outside, the Portland rain was...
My Late Night Freakout Over Purple Lacy Skin and What I Know Now
It was October 2017, and my daughter Maya was exactly eleven days old. I remember this specifically because I was wearing an oversized grey nursing tank that I hadn't washed since we left the hospital, and I had a half-empty...
Minka Kelly's Memoir and the Parenting Bugs We Can't Fix
Don't, under any circumstances, ask your postpartum wife if she's crying because the Wi-Fi dropped while she's reading in the dark. I learned this at exactly 3:14 AM last Tuesday. The eerie blue glow of her Kindle was illuminating the...