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Sarah sitting on the floor holding a messy ball of yarn next to a half-finished baby sweater

That Time Stricken fΓΌr Babys Made Me Cry Into My Cold Coffee

I was sitting on the floor of our living room in late November, wearing a pair of maternity leggings that had definitively given up on life around the thighs, surrounded by three balls of what the label aggressively called "ethereal...

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A half-finished knitted baby dress next to a messy cup of coffee and yarn.

The Truth About Knitting Baby Dresses (And Why I Still Do It)

It was 2019, Maya was exactly three weeks and two days old, and I was sitting on the floor of our extremely messy living room at 2 AM wearing sweatpants that smelled vaguely of sour milk. I had my lukewarm...

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A minimalist toddler room with a few wooden blocks and a very tired mom holding a giant coffee cup.

What I wish I knew about spielzeug fΓΌr kleinkinder back then

I was sitting dead center on the rug in our tiny apartment living room, wearing yoga pants that I’m pretty sure had crusty sweet potato purΓ©e smeared on the left thigh from three days prior, just staring blankly at a...

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Two toddlers playing with wooden shape sorters on a living room rug

Why Wooden Toys for a 1-Year-Old Might Actually Save Your Sanity

It's 5:42 am on a Tuesday, and I'm currently staring at a plastic farm animal that has been singing the same off-key rendition of 'Old MacDonald' for fourteen consecutive minutes. Maya has her tiny foot firmly planted on the cow...

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Toddler wearing a retro ringer tee playing outside in the dirt

The Truth About Retro Vintage T Shirts for Babies and Toddlers

My husband Dave was holding up a faded, paper-thin 1992 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt by two fingers, extending his arm as far away from his body as physically possible, like he was handling a radioactive diaper. We were standing...

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A frustrated baby wearing a stiff formal shirt next to a soft collared bodysuit

Why The Baby Body Mit Kragen Saved My Sanity At Formal Events

I was standing in the aggressively marble-tiled bathroom of a ridiculously expensive chateau just outside Geneva, holding my screaming eight-month-old son at arm's length while my husband Dave frantically searched for baby wipes in a bag that only contained, for...

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A tiny wrap bodysuit in premature size 44 lying next to tangled hospital monitor wires

Premature babies and the sheer panic of size 44 clothing

There's a very specific, cold dread that washes over you when you attempt to put a standard newborn baby-grow onto a two-kilogram human. I was standing next to Twin A’s clear plastic hospital cot, entirely sleep-deprived and sweating through a...

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Tired dad holding a green silicone baby bib covered in sweet potato puree.

A Letter to My Past Self About the Great Baby Bib Migration

Hey past Marcus. It's currently November, which means you're standing in the kitchen at 2 AM, holding a cloth that smells vaguely of sour milk, trying to calculate if it's physically possible for a five-month-old to output more fluid than...

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A tired dad holding a wooden baby rattle while twin infants sit on a neutral playmat.

The newborn rattle timeline from potato stage to blunt force trauma

I was standing in the kitchen at 4am, holding a plastic object that resembled a neon torture device, trying to work out why my three-week-old daughters were actively ignoring it. It was a Tuesday. Or possibly a Thursday. Time becomes...

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