Surviving Newborn Winter Clothes Without Freezing Your Baby
The wind was whipping off the Willamette River, cutting straight through my flannel shirt, and I was standing in the hospital parking lot sweating profusely. Sarah was sitting in the discharge wheelchair, vibrating with postpartum exhaustion, while I tried to...
The Truth About Infant Knit Clothes (And Why Everyone Is Lying To You)
I was sitting at my kitchen island, hugely pregnant with Leo, wearing maternity leggings that had somehow lost their elasticity in the knees, when three different women gave me completely contradictory advice about dressing a winter baby within a span...
Babydecke Mit Herzen Stricken Anleitung Kostenlos & My Tips
Dear Jess from six months ago. You're currently hiding in the pantry eating stale Goldfish crackers, staring at a ball of neon pink synthetic yarn you bought at the craft store because your pregnancy hormones convinced you that knitting a...
The truth about surviving winter with a toddler in a chunky sweater
The wind off Lake Michigan was doing that thing where it physically hurts your face, and I was losing a wrestling match with a five-point harness. My son was wearing this massive, beautiful, hand-knit chunky sweater his Dadi had mailed...
The Truth About Winter Stroller Pillows (And Why I Panicked)
I was standing in the middle of our gravel driveway, my breath pluming out in white clouds, staring in absolute horror at my firstborn son. He was three months old, tucked into his fancy stroller bassinet, and entirely invisible. My...
The Muddy Puddle And My Kinderwagen Schlafsack Revelation
It's a Tuesday in late November, featuring that specific type of aggressive, sideways London drizzle that somehow bypasses your coat entirely and settles directly into your bones. I'm standing on the cracked pavement outside our flat, trying to negotiate with...
Dear Past Me: The Brutal Truth About That Knitted Newborn Outfit
You're currently standing in the maternity ward at St. Thomas' Hospital, desperately trying to fold a flailing, furious five-pound infant into a miniature Aran jumper while a midwife named Brenda watches you with undisguised pity. You're sweating. The baby is...
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...
The brutal truth about chunky baby sweaters and keeping infants warm
You're thirty seconds into trying to shove a rigid, uncooperative little arm through the tiny sleeve of a thick cable-knit pullover when you realize you've made a terrible mistake. The baby is screaming. You're sweating. The dog is staring at...