The Messy, Sweet Potato-Covered Truth About Using Baby Spoons
It was 2019, and there was pureed sweet potato on my living room ceiling fan. Not a light splatter, y'all. A heavy, gravity-defying clump. My oldest son, bless his heart, had just karate-chopped the hard plastic baby spoon I was...
Baby Saja Demon Form: Pop Culture Lore vs My Real Witching Hour
It was exactly 5:14 PM on a Tuesday, which is historically the worst possible time to be alive in my house, when my seven-year-old Maya walked into the kitchen wearing one of my expensive black eyeliner pencils smeared completely across...
The Wild Strength of a Grip Baby (And What Not to Do)
My oldest son, bless his heart, came out of the womb clutching the collar of my hospital gown like he owed somebody money. He had this vice grip that left tiny red half-moon fingernail marks on my chest, and if...
The Truth About Baby Skin Flare-Ups (And Why I Stopped Panicking)
I was sitting on the edge of the bathtub in Daveβs grey Georgetown hoodieβthe one that already had three distinct spit-up stains on the left shoulderβwatching my four-month-old son try to rub his own face off. Seriously. Little Leo was...
Dear Past Me: The Dreamland Baby Sleep Sack Is A Terrible Bug Fix
Dear Marcus from exactly six months ago, You're sitting in the glider chair right now, aren't you? It's 3:17 AM in Portland, the rain is aggressively smacking against the nursery window, and you're staring at your phone screen with the...
The exact number of tiny teeth to expect (and how to survive them)
There I was, standing in our London kitchen at four in the morning with a screaming toddler on each hip, trying to sort through three entirely contradictory pieces of advice Iβd received that week. My mother-in-law had cheerfully suggested rubbing...
The honest guide on how to sleep train a baby (without losing it)
It's 2:14 AM. I'm sitting on the top stair of our narrow London terrace, clutching a cold, profoundly sad crumpet, aggressively watching the timer on my phone tick down from five minutes. From behind the closed nursery door, Florence is...
Dear Past Priya: You Need a Busy Baby Mat to Survive Restaurants
Dear Priya from last October. You're currently sitting in booth three at the diner on Lincoln Avenue, pretending you aren't about to cry into your lukewarm coffee. Your six-month-old just threw his wooden teething ring onto the black-and-white tile floor...
Why searching blue baby isaac at 2am will terrify you
It was 3 a.m. in our Chicago townhouse, the exact hour when every shadow in the nursery looks like a critical medical emergency. I was standing over the crib, staring at my four-month-old son's mouth, convinced his upper lip looked...