A Letter To My Past Self About The Front Facing Baby Carrier
Dear Sarah of October 2019. You're currently standing in the Target parking lot next to the Honda CR-V, which Dave inexplicably insists on calling the baby car even though it's literally just a standard suburban SUV with a car seat...
University of South Alabama Baby Babysitter Program Truths
When I needed to leave my kid for the first time, my mother-in-law told me to just find a neighborhood girl and pay her five dollars an hour because she survived that exact scenario in the eighties. A week later,...
Does Too Much Light Make the Baby Go Blind? The Honest Truth
Dear Priya of six months ago, You're currently sitting on the edge of the glider in the dark. It's 2 AM. You just took a photo of baby g because his arms were above his head in that weird starfish...
Why Stock Footage of Baby Milestones is Ruining Your Sanity
There I was, wedged into a rocking chair that squeaked like a dying possum every time I moved, rocking my oldest, Wyatt, at three in the morning. He was screaming with the kind of red-faced, full-body fury that makes your...
Perky baby what we finna do: A late-night letter to my past self
Dear Jess from six months ago, I know exactly where you're right now. You're sitting on the edge of the glider at 2:13 AM, wearing that oversized faded tee with the spit-up stain on the shoulder, staring at your third...
Dear past me: The windi baby butt whistle saved my sanity
Dear past me from exactly six months ago. You're currently sitting on the cold concrete floor of the garage on a random Tuesday afternoon. You're surrounded by three cardboard boxes aggressively labeled "DONATE" in black Sharpie, and you're holding a...
When is a baby no longer a newborn? The great potato awakening
I spent my first month as a father obsessively checking an app on my phone that promised to tell me precisely when the dreaded neonate phase would end. Don't do this. Don't set a calendar alert for four weeks post-delivery...
Baby Back vs St Louis Ribs: Surviving The Family BBQ With Toddlers
My brother-in-law's backyard in Naperville smelled like hickory smoke and impending disaster. I was holding a lukewarm paper plate of potato salad while watching my toddler, who was wearing nothing but a diaper, aggressively gnaw on a piece of barbecued...
When Can You Finally Stop Burping Your Baby?
It was 3:14 in the morning with my oldest, Carter. He was entirely milk-drunk, limp as a wet noodle, and dead asleep on my shoulder. And there I was, wide awake, rhythmically pounding on his tiny back like I was...