What I Got Completely Wrong About Baby Cereal
There's a patch of gray, cement-like substance currently adhered to the underside of my kitchen island, and I honestly don't think it's ever coming off. It has survived three rounds of antibacterial spray, a vigorous scrubbing with a wire brush,...
Dear Past Priya: The Dutch Baby Recipe That Saved Our Weekends
Dear Priya of six months ago. You're currently standing in front of a slightly warped non-stick pan at 6:15 AM on a Saturday. The Chicago winter wind is rattling the kitchen window. You're holding a spatula in one hand and...
The blackberry incident and the truth about baby led weaning
Picture this. I put my six-month-old in a pristine, white outfit for his very first taste of solid food. I handed him a single, perfectly ripe blackberry. I thought it would be a delicate, photogenic moment to share with my...
The Absurd Reality of Handing Your Infant a Rack of Baby Back Ribs
I'm sitting across the dining table watching one of my six-month-old twin daughters hold a massive, grease-slicked pork bone in her tiny, dimpled fist. She is gnawing on it with the intense, primal focus of a prehistoric hunter who has...
The Great Plastic Illusion: A Dad's Guide to Baby Bottles
I was holding a six-month-old plastic bottle up to the harsh LED light of my kitchen exhaust hood at two in the morning when I realized something was terribly wrong. Next to it on the counter sat a brand new...
The Great Gerber Baby Myth and The Reality of Infant Parenting
I'm currently staring at a smear of what I think is pureed sweet potato on my kitchen ceiling. I don't know how it got up there. My son is eleven months old, sits exactly thirty-two inches below that spot in...
The Brutal Truth About Choosing a Baby Formula for Your Infant
The biggest myth in modern parenting is that the price tag on a tin of powdered milk directly correlates to how much you love your child. I used to believe this. Before the twins arrived, I assumed that unless a...
The great purΓ©e delusion: Surviving the transition to solids
I'm staring at forty-two perfectly uniform, ice-cube-sized blocks of steamed organic courgette, all painstakingly decanted into a premium silicone freezer tray at one in the morning. This was my Everest. I had spent an entire Sunday boiling, blending, and portioning...
Surviving the Midnight Baby Brezza Machine Calibration Panic
At exactly 3:14 AM, the kitchen floor tiles felt roughly like the surface of Hoth, and I found myself staring with murderous intent at a blinking red light on a piece of plastic that cost more than my first car....