Decoding The Baby Mütze Winter: Thermal Dynamics And Myths
We were in the produce section at New Seasons when a woman holding a reusable canvas tote tapped my shoulder to inform me that my eleven-month-old daughter was going to catch meningitis because she wasn't wearing a hat. It was...
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 I Ditched Fleece for Baby Wolle in the Freezing Chicago Winter
It was two in the morning in mid-February. The kind of Chicago night where the wind off Lake Michigan sounds like a structural failure. I reached into the crib and unzipped my son's heavy fleece sleep sack. His chest was...
Dear past me: The messy truth about your first body merinowolle
You're currently standing in front of the Zanussi washing machine at three in the morning, holding what used to be a sixty-quid newborn base layer and is now a felted coaster suitable only for a rather small espresso cup. You're...
Dear Sleep-Deprived Me: That Babydecke aus Wolle Was the Answer
Dear Sarah from last November, You're sitting on the cold kitchen tiles right now, wearing Mark's paint-stained gray sweatpants, surrounded by crushed Cheerios that Maya threw on the floor like, three days ago. You're holding a mug of Folgers that...
That 2 AM Wool Blanket Panic (And What I Finally Figured Out)
Maya was four months old, it was the middle of January, and the radiator in our apartment was making that rhythmic clanking sound that meant it was trying—and failing—to produce actual heat. I was sitting on the couch at 2:14...
The truth about using a decke aus merinowolle for baby sleep
The radiator in our Chicago apartment clanks at exactly three in the morning. That was usually my cue to drag myself out of bed, shuffle across the freezing hardwood floor, and do the two-finger neck check on my daughter. It...
Why I Googled Decke Merinowolle at 3 AM to Stop Baby Sweats
It was 2:43 AM on a Tuesday in late November. Rain was furiously hammering the window of our Portland duplex, and I was standing over my 11-month-old son’s crib holding a digital infrared meat thermometer. He was screaming, obviously, but...
Why the Puffy Baby Snowsuit is a Hardware Flaw
I'm currently staring at a photograph of my son from roughly two months ago. He looks like a deeply unhappy neon blue marshmallow. We were trying to leave our Portland apartment for a walk in forty-degree drizzle, and my wife...