The Baby Steps Metacritic: Stop Treating Walking Like A Game
I was sitting on a damp park bench in Wicker Park last Tuesday, nursing a lukewarm coffee, when a mother I barely know ambushed me. She had that specific, tense energy of a woman who'd just read four different parenting...
What I Wish I Knew About Oatmeal Baths Before Destroying Our Tub
Dear Jess of six months ago: you're currently standing over the hall bathroom tub with a metal kitchen strainer, crying while trying to fish soggy, bloated breakfast oats out of the drain before your husband realizes you've destroyed the plumbing...
Co-Parenting Chaos & What I Learned From Pop Culture
Dear Sarah from six months ago, You're currently sitting in the driverβs seat of the Honda Odyssey in the Target parking lot. Itβs 9:15 AM on a Tuesday. You're wearing those black lululemon leggings that have a crusty, chalky smear...
Why outfitting a newborn baby boy feels like a hostage negotiation
It was day four. I was sleep-deprived to the point of mild hallucinations, standing over the changing pad in the dark. I unzipped his fleece sleeper, and a perfect arc of warm urine hit me directly in the collarbone. That...
Dear Me: Surviving The Naked Baby Girl Phase With Twins
Dear Tom of exactly six months ago, You're currently sitting on the sofa, smugly drinking a tepid cup of tea while Evie and Isla sit peacefully on the rug, fully clothed in matching corduroy dungarees. You think you've this twin...
Commuter Train Chaos With An Infant And Other Truths
I'm standing on the train platform at 8:12 AM on a Tuesday, wearing a trench coat that has a crusty streak of spit-up on the left lapel, and I'm clutching a lukewarm coffee like it's a flotation device in open...
What To Know Before Buying The Expensive Mori Baby Sleepwear
It was 3:14 AM on a Tuesday, and I had my phone flashlight clamped between my teeth like a miner digging for coal. My oldest son, Beau, was four weeks old and screaming with the kind of lung capacity that...
The Truth About Raising Mega Babies When Standard Gear Fails You
I was standing in the fluorescent-lit hospital room, still completely numb from the waist down, watching my husband try to wrestle our firstborn into a "newborn" sized coming-home outfit that we had paid entirely too much for on Etsy. My...
Note to Self: Surviving the Man Baby & What to Dress Them In
Dear Sarah from six months ago, Itβs 3:14 AM. You're currently sitting cross-legged on the floor of your sisterβs guest room wearing a pair of Daveβs old sweatpants with a questionable bleach stain on the knee and a nursing tank...