The Nintendo Baby Video Chat Hack That Saved My Postpartum Sanity
It was 3:14 AM, the absolute worst time of the night, and the only light in my Texas living room was the soft, blue glow of my TV screen. My oldest sonβwho I love dearly but who is the ultimate...
The Trouble With Baby SpongeBob (And Other Screen Time Fails)
It was 7:13 AM on a Tuesday, raining sideways against the kitchen window, and Evie was actively trying to consume a stray piece of dog kibble while her twin sister, Maisy, methodically unrolled an entire two-pound pack of toilet paper....
Why I Watch Cry-Baby 1990 When My Actual Baby Just Won't Stop
Dear Priya from six months ago. You're currently sitting on the floor of the nursery in your sweatpants, staring at a patch of dried spit-up on the rug while Arjun screams like he's being prepped for an unanesthetized appendectomy. The...
Searching 'There Goes My Baby Lyrics' Saved My Sanity Tonight
It was 3:14 AM on a Tuesday, and I was standing on the freezing cold tile of our nursery in a nursing bra that I'm pretty sure had sour milk on the left strap and sweatpants with a massive hole...
Watching The 1995 Baby-Sitters Club Movie As An Overthinking Dad
My mom told me the absolute best way to get a break from parenting is to just hire the 14-year-old kid who lives across the street because "she seems nice and probably knows CPR." My lead developer, a guy who...
When Can Babies Have Juice: The 3 AM Apple Juice Disaster
It was 2:14 AM on a random Tuesday, and I was sitting cross-legged on the cold linoleum of my kitchen floor staring blindly at the humming refrigerator. I was wearing a maternity tank top that I'm pretty sure had three-day-old...
The Absolute Chaos of When Do Baby Teeth Fall Out (And What to Do)
It was 7:12 AM on a Tuesday, and I was staring at a Honeycrisp apple that looked like it belonged in a crime scene. Maya, who's seven but was acting like she was being actively abducted by aliens, was standing...
Parenting 101: Why Did Galactus Want the Baby? (A Dad's Take)
It was 3:14 in the morning on a aggressively damp Tuesday when I found myself standing in the kitchen, gently swaying Twin A while attempting to read Marvel lore on my phone at twelve percent brightness. She was doing an...
Winnie the Pooh Baby Shower Invitations & The Great Gifting Trap
Iβm standing in the loft, waist-deep in cardboard boxes smelling faintly of damp and nostalgia, holding the very piece of card that started it all. Itβs a muted sage green square featuring a rather tubby pencil-sketched bear and a honey...