The Great Mini-Adult Wardrobe Lie and Other Winter Baby Truths
My husband Mark was holding Maya like she was an unexploded bomb, sweat literally beading on his forehead, while I tried to aggressively shove her tiny, raw-noodle arm into the sleeve of a mustard yellow cable-knit pullover. She was three...
Why the Baby Kimono Saved My Sanity During the Newborn Stage
It's Tuesday, precisely 3:14 AM, and I'm staring at a piece of fabric the size of a large napkin, trying to calculate the physics of threading a furious, screaming human being into it. The nightlight is casting terrible shadows across...
Why I Traded All Our Synthetic Gear for Little Cotton Clothes
It was 3:14 AM and I was standing in the kitchen illuminated only by the harsh green light of the microwave, holding a screaming four-month-old Leo who felt exactly like a hot water bottle wrapped in a wet paper towel....
Why I Finally Traded Tiny Baby Jeans for Stretchy Knit Pants
Picture me, sweating profusely in a Cracker Barrel bathroom, trying to peel rigid, non-stretch denim off a screaming three-month-old who had just experienced an apocalyptic blowout. That was my oldest son, bless his heart. I had dressed him up like...
The 3AM Meltdown That Made Me Switch To Baby Merinowolle Clothes
It was 3:14 AM on a Tuesday in late October, and our Boston apartment's radiator was doing that aggressive hissing thing where it sounds like a snake is dying inside the pipes. I was wearing my husband Dave's oversized grey...
Dear past me: The kimono baby phase will save your sanity
It's 3:14 in the morning. The radiator in our Chicago apartment is making that threatening hissing noise, the wind is rattling the bedroom window, and you're crying almost as hard as he's. You have a standard-issue cotton onesie stuck securely...
Letter To Myself Before My Baby Girl Boutique Shopping Obsession
Dear Sarah from exactly six months ago. You're sitting on the raw plywood floor of the attic at 10 PM. Leo is downstairs watching Bluey at a volume that literally shakes the floorboards, you've got a lukewarm mug of French...
The Truth About Buying a Pink Baby Tee (And Keeping It Pink)
I'm currently staring at a laundry basket full of what used to be pastel pink baby clothes, and I'm just gonna be real with you: half of them look like they were washed in a muddy puddle. If you Google...
The Giant Sleepsuit Myth And Why Baby Girl Leggings Are Better
It was 3:14 AM on a Tuesday, and I was standing in the nursery wearing a milk-stained nursing tank and exactly one sock. Maya was four months old, screaming at a pitch that I'm pretty sure was vibrating the windowpanes,...