The ugly truth about onesies vs kimonos for newborns
The aesthetic Instagram moms want you to believe that newborns wear matching ribbed knit sets with perfectly aligned wooden buttons. They post these serene hospital photos where the baby is tucked into a tiny, flawless sweater. You buy into it...
The 3am nappy panic: A twin dadβs honest guide to buying diapers
My hand hit the bottom of the plastic wrapper and found nothing but air. It was 3:14 AM on a Tuesday, my right knee was soaking wet with something I refused to identify in the dark, and Maya was perfectly...
Why Every Parent Needs a Boys Cardigan in the Diaper Bag Now
We were crammed into a plastic portable toilet at the Parker County Peach Festival when the great sweater incident of 2019 happened. My oldest son, who is the cautionary tale for pretty much all my parenting advice, was two years...
Why The Clinical Genius Of Japanese Baby Clothes Makes Sense
My mother-in-law told me to put three layers of fleece on the baby because his hands felt cold. My favorite attending doctor at the hospital said he was sweating through his onesie and to strip him down to a diaper....
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...
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...