The 11-month beta test of our bamboo crib blanket
3:14 AM. The Nanit camera app says the nursery is exactly 69.4 degrees, but when I reach into the bassinet, my daughter's neck feels like a laptop running too many Chrome tabs. She's sticky. She's thrashing. She's three months old...
How To Actually Use The Mountain Of Plush Baby Blankets You Got
I was thirty-eight weeks pregnant, sitting on the heavy rug of our two-bedroom apartment in Logan Square, staring at a mountain of fleece. The baby shower was over. My aunties had left, taking their tupperware and well-meaning unsolicited advice with...
I Thought $35 Bamboo Pajamas Were a Scam (I Was Wrong)
Itβs 3:14 AM in mid-July. My firstborn, Jacksonβwho I love dearly but remains my walking, talking cautionary tale for all things parentingβis screaming his lungs out. Heβs wearing one of those rigid, aggressively adorable cotton zip-ups my aunt bought him....
Bunny Blankets: The Great Lovey Debate and Why I Finally Caved
"If you give him that thing, he's gonna be taking it to his college dorm," my mom warned me over a lukewarm cup of Folgers when my oldest, Wyatt, was about eight months old. We were sitting at my kitchen...
The 3 AM BΓ©bΓ© en Ligne Shopping Panic & What You Actually Need
Jackson (my oldest, bless his heart, and the reason I found my first gray hair at twenty-six) was exactly six weeks old, screaming like a banshee, and wearing a fleece zip-up that felt like the inside of a baked potato....
The Truth About That Stuffed Animal Blanket (And Why You Need Three)
It's 2017. I'm wearing a maternity tank top that smells distinctly like sour milk, standing in the middle of a Target parking lot in the pouring rain, digging through the trunk of my Subaru while my husband holds a screaming...
The Real Deal With Baby Swaddling And Escaping The Burrito Phase
It was 3:00 AM, and my oldest son Jackson looked like a very angry, heavily perspiring tamale. I was sitting on the nursery floor trying to wrestle him into a thick, quilted heirloom blanket my grandma insisted was the only...
Why A Wool Sleep Sack Fixed My Massive Midnight Laundry Problem
It was 3:14 AM, and I was standing in the dark over my oldest childβs crib with my hand shoved down the back of his pajamas, trying to figure out if he felt like a normal human boy or a...
Why we need to talk about the swaddle escape pipeline
I was sitting on the floor of Kabir's nursery at three in the morning, watching him practice his newly acquired rolling skills like a tiny, aggressive burrito. He was still in his swaddle, thrashing his legs up and slamming them...