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Dad attempting to apply thick white mineral cream to a squirming toddler

Surviving the sticky, panic-inducing reality of baby suncare

It was late May, the temperature had inexplicably hit 22 degrees in London, and I was staring at my twin daughters in their double pram like they were gremlins about to melt in the light. They were barely four months...

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The Huge Car Seat Lie That Cost Me Weeks of Sleep (And Money)

I was standing in the middle of a big box baby storeβ€”seven months pregnant with Leo, wearing maternity leggings that definitely had a crusty yogurt stain on the knee from God knows whereβ€”just absolutely sobbing. My husband Dave was holding...

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Tired dad trying to figure out how to put a baby onesie on his infant

Dear Past Marcus: A Debugging Guide to Dressing Your Infant

Dear Marcus of exactly six months ago: I can see you right now. You're standing over the changing table at 3:17 AM in our freezing Portland apartment, sweating profusely while holding a squirming, screaming five-month-old, trying to figure out how...

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The Complete Dad Guide to Finding a Good Feeding Bottle

I was standing in our dimly lit kitchen at 2:14 AM, holding six separate, dripping plastic components of a single infant vessel, when I accidentally dropped a tiny silicone vent disc down the garbage disposal. The baby was screaming in...

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A tired mom holding her newborn baby who has small red bumps on their cheeks

The Truth About Baby Acne: When Your Newborn Looks Like a Teenager

I was standing in my kitchen staring at my three-week-old firstborn, Carter, under the harsh glare of the stove light. We had dropped three hundred dollarsβ€”which might as well have been a million bucks on our teacher salaries back thenβ€”booking...

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The Real Deal on Baby Pacifier Safety, Mold, and Sleep

When Maya was exactly three days old, I sat on my sagging living room couch wearing mesh postpartum underwear and a nursing tank that smelled strongly of sour milk, holding a screaming, red-faced potato of a newborn while receiving completely...

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