The Truth About Pehr Nursery Gear (And What Actually Matters)
I was thirty-eight weeks pregnant with my oldest, sweating through a maternity tank top in the middle of a brutal Texas July, just staring at a pile of nursery gifts on the floor that made me want to cry. My...
What the Patrick Mahomes Baby Taught Me About Surviving Three
Dear Jess from six months ago. You're currently sitting on the floor of our laundry room, crying over a mountain of unmatched tiny socks while your two toddlers use your Etsy shipping boxes as a literal wrestling ring in the...
Why I'm Raising My Panda Baby Without the Helicopter Hover
I'm currently watching my two-year-old drag a heavy oak dining chair all the way across the linoleum, wedge it violently against the kitchen island, and attempt to scale it like he's summiting Everest for a rogue Goldfish cracker that has...
A Dad's Guide to Oven Baked Baby Back Ribs for BLW Beginners
I'm currently staring at a massive slab of raw pork on my kitchen counter while managing three very different, very aggressive text threads. My mother is suggesting I boil the meat until it turns into a gray, flavorless paste and...
Surviving The RS Virus With A Baby: What I Wish I Knew Sooner
I was wearing my husbandβs college track sweatpantsβthe ones with the embarrassing hole right at the kneeβand a t-shirt that literally smelled like sour milk and desperation. It was 3:14 AM on a freezing Tuesday in November. Maya was four...
The Truth About The Saja Boys Baby: A Midnight Panic Explained
My nineteen-year-old babysitter, Kaylee, texted me at 9 PM asking if my youngest was a "Saja fan." My mom, who overheard me reading the text out loud while folding a mountain of burp cloths, immediately warned me that loud foreign...
Why I Finally Started Buying Serenity Kids Baby Food for Maya
I was sitting on my kitchen floor at exactly 2:14 PM on a Tuesday, wearing yoga pants that hadnβt seen the inside of a gym since Obama was in office, panic-Googling "arsenic in sweet potatoes" while Maya, who was about...
The 3 AM Truth About Crying and Shaking Baby Syndrome
It was 3:14 on a Tuesday morning in November, and the rain was lashing against the single-glazed window of our flat in London, but I couldnβt hear it over the sound of my own teeth grinding. I was standing in...
That 3 AM "Sherry Baby" Google Search That Actually Saved My Sanity
It was 3:14 AM and I was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants that had a mysterious crusty stain on the left knee which could have been spit-up or maybe hummus from two days ago. The biggest lie they tell...