The Absolute Truth About Dosing Baby Fever Medicine at 3 AM
I used to think that if Maya was six months old, she just automatically got the "six-month" squirt of medicine. Like it was a shoe size or a milestone. I vividly remember standing in our tiny galley kitchen in our...
The Truth About Organic Infant Socks (and Peeling Ankles)
I was sitting right on the cracked linoleum of my laundry room floor, holding a tiny, sweaty polyester sock in one hand and staring at my six-month-old's ankles in sheer panic. Beau, my oldest, was happily gnawing on a plastic...
True symptoms of baby not tolerating formula vs normal gas
It was three in the morning. The radiator in our Chicago apartment was making that rhythmic hissing sound, and my son was rigid as a board. He was doing this terrifying back-arch maneuver, stiffening his little body and screaming at...
Why I Finally Ditched Tactical Gear for the Lark Baby Carrier
It was pouring rain in the Sainsburyβs car park, naturally. I was standing by the open boot of my estate, desperately trying to wrestle Twin A into a contraption that looked less like a parenting accessory and more like something...
Finding Fangs: When Do Cats Lose Their Baby Teeth
Listen. I was pulling dried oatmeal off Maya's favorite baby tee when I stepped on the needle. It wasn't a sewing needle, though. I reached down to rub my heel, fully expecting to pull out a rogue piece of plastic...
When Can You Finally Stop Burping Your Baby? A Mom's Honest Story
I remember sitting in the dark in the rocking chair that squeaked every time I leaned back, aggressively patting my oldest son's back like I was trying to dislodge a stuck vending machine snack. It was probably 3:14 AM on...
When Do You Actually Stop Burping a Baby? An Honest Dad Guide
Dear Tom from six months agoβor rather, let's cast our minds all the way back to the dark trenches when the twins were tiny, because time is a flat, milk-stained circle and my trauma has simply manifested as a letter...
The Messy Reality of Children's Neckerchiefs
My mother-in-law stood in my Chicago kitchen last November holding a knitted wool scarf, insisting that if I didn't wrap my son's neck immediately, the draft would settle in his chest and give him pneumonia. Three hours later, a woman...
Babys zahnen: Oh Gott, mein ehrlicher Zahnungs-Survival-Guide
Es war exakt 3:14 Uhr morgens an einem Dienstag, ich trug ein verwaschenes College-Shirt, auf dem ein nicht identifizierbarer Fleck von Mayas gestrigem Haferbrei klebte, und Leo brΓΌllte, als hΓ€tte ich ihm gerade erΓΆffnet, dass es nie wieder Milch gibt....