The truth about baby gift boxes and the newborn denim delusion
It was day four of being a dad, precisely 2:14 AM. The baby was actually asleep, which felt like a trap, but I was too exhausted to care. I was standing in our living room illuminated only by the microwave...
The longsleeve baby survival guide from a tired triage nurse
July in Chicago is a specific kind of miserable. The window unit in our living room sounds like a dying tractor, fighting a losing battle against the humidity. My daughter is asleep on a playmat in just a diaper, looking...
Buying a Fußsack Kinderwagen Winter Neugeborene? Read This
It was mid-February, it was maybe fourteen degrees outside, and I was standing on the sidewalk in front of our local bakery crying into a lukewarm cappuccino. Leo was exactly three weeks old. I was wearing maternity leggings that had...
The Truth About the Cult Baby Body Wolle Seide Obsession
I was standing in the hospital parking lot in late October with a three-day-old Leo, clutching a lukewarm Americano in one hand and staring at his car seat in a total panic. It was windy, and I was wearing those...
What do newborns wear in summer to avoid melting completely
My first catastrophic error as a father was a pair of matching linen blend cardigans. It was mid-August, the temperature inside our third-floor London flat was hovering somewhere around the legal limit for a sauna, and I was holding two...
How Many Bibs Do I Need For A Newborn? The Spitty Truth
It was Thanksgiving 2017, and Maya was exactly six weeks old. We were at my mother-in-law’s house, which is basically a museum of white linen and breakable objects, and I was wearing a rust-colored silk blouse because I was, like,...
The Ridiculous Truth About Organic Cotton Socks for Tiny Feet
My left arm is currently wedged shoulder-deep inside the rubber gasket of our Bosch washing machine, fishing for a piece of fabric the size of a tea bag. Maya is howling from the nursery because her left foot is cold,...
The Truth About Organic Infant Socks (and Peeling Ankles)
I was sitting right on the cracked linoleum of my laundry room floor, holding a tiny, sweaty polyester sock in one hand and staring at my six-month-old's ankles in sheer panic. Beau, my oldest, was happily gnawing on a plastic...
Debugging the architectural nightmare of a newborn sweater set
I’m currently staring at a tiny, cream-colored cable-knit tube of fabric. My wife Sarah is in the other room, and my son is lying on the changing table, doing that terrifying infant stiff-board maneuver where every muscle in his three-week-old...