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What Nobody Tells You About Buying Clothes for Your Newborn

I was exactly thirty-eight weeks pregnant with my first kid, sitting on the floor of his perfectly painted sage green nursery, just absolutely sobbing over a tiny tweed vest. I had spent the last six months accumulating what can only...

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The Great Baby Markt Meltdown (And What You Actually Need)

I was exactly thirty-four weeks pregnant with my oldest son, sitting on the cold bathroom tile at two in the morning, openly weeping over a seventy-dollar wipe warmer. My phone was glowing in the dark with fourteen different tabs open,...

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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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The 3AM Zipper Wars: An Exhausted Dad’s Guide to Baby Pajamas

It was November 2022, the radiator in our drafty Victorian flat was clanking like a dying tractor, and I was holding two identical, screaming infants who felt exactly like hot water bottles wrapped in synthetic fleece. My wife was furiously...

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The Truth About Dressing Your Daughter (Without Losing Your Mind)

I was thirty-four weeks pregnant, sitting on the floor of our Chicago apartment, staring at a miniature denim jacket. It was roughly the size of a large grapefruit and as stiff as a piece of cardboard. Someone had given it...

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The brutal truth about buying baby clothes for boys

I was sweating through my nursing tank trying to force my four-month-old's rigid, chubby little legs into a pair of miniature selvedge denim jeans. My mother-in-law was arriving in ten minutes for a family dinner. He looked like a tiny...

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