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The Unfiltered Truth About Baby Bonnets and the Infant Bald Spot
My mother-in-law took one look at the back of my daughter’s head, gasped dramatically, and told me we needed to order a silk baby bonnet immediately to save her hair. Ten minutes later, my sister texted me a link to...
Why I Googled "Baby Boi Carti" And Panicked About My Kids' Ears
It was Tuesday, 4:12 PM, and I was standing in the kitchen wearing my "bad day" sweatpants—the ones with the mystery yogurt stain on the left knee that I absolutely refuse to wash out because it feels like a monument...
The Real Meaning Behind Baby Blue Lyrics & The Actual Baby Blues
Don't, under any circumstances, attempt to freestyle a soothing melody based purely on a song's title at three in the morning while holding an angry infant. I learned this the hard way. I've twin girls, which means my entire existence...
The Late Night Triage Guide for When Your Baby Won't Stop Crying
The radiator in our Chicago apartment was hissing that metallic, rhythmic sound it only makes in mid-February. My son was exactly six weeks old and screaming so hard his face was the color of a bruised eggplant. I spent six...
The brutal truth about buying a stroller and car seat travel system
Dear Priya from six months ago. You're currently sitting on the floor of the nursery surrounded by cardboard boxes and packing styrofoam. You're quietly crying because the plastic adapters for the infant car seat don't seem to fit the stroller...
Finding Good Baby Care Near Me: A Mom's Honest Survival Guide
I was sitting in the driver's seat of our 2014 Honda CRV—which my husband affectionately calls the baby car because it smells permanently of sour milk and crushed Cheerios—crying into my steering wheel. My oldest was exactly three weeks old,...
Why I Completely Changed My Mind About Trendy Baby Carhartt Gear
I was sweating straight through my t-shirt in the Buc-ee's parking lot, fighting a losing battle against a tiny, rigid brass zipper while the smell of candied pecans mocked my misery. My oldest son, who's now four and is the...
Surviving the Absurdity of the High Street Baby Clothes Shop
The front door of ‘Little Spindles’—an aggressively minimalist boutique in Islington that smells overwhelmingly of lavender and parental insecurity—was exactly three inches narrower than my Out 'n' About double buggy. I know this because I spent an excruciating four minutes...
The Truth About Baby Cobra: Tummy Time Pushes and Insurance Panic
I was sitting at the kitchen table, staring at a stack of medical bills and listening to hold music from my insurance provider, while my four-month-old was face-planted on the rug trying to lift his unnervingly heavy head. The biggest...