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A bewildered dad holding up a ridiculously complicated hand-knit baby sweater

The Knitted Newborn Outfit Girl Disaster and What We Learned

Picture this: It’s 3:00 AM on our second night home from the hospital. Maya is screaming at a volume I didn't know a seven-pound human could physically generate. I'm sweating completely through my t-shirt. My wife Sarah is frantically typing...

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A realistic pile of mostly clean baby girl clothes on a nursery floor

The brutally honest guide to sorting out vetement bebe fille

I was standing in the dark holding a tiny, poop-covered denim jacket. It was week two of motherhood. Maya was screaming, I was crying, and I couldn't figure out how to unbutton three microscopic metal snaps while keeping her flailing...

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Sarah sitting on the floor holding a messy ball of yarn next to a half-finished baby sweater

That Time Stricken fΓΌr Babys Made Me Cry Into My Cold Coffee

I was sitting on the floor of our living room in late November, wearing a pair of maternity leggings that had definitively given up on life around the thighs, surrounded by three balls of what the label aggressively called "ethereal...

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A half-finished knitted baby dress next to a messy cup of coffee and yarn.

The Truth About Knitting Baby Dresses (And Why I Still Do It)

It was 2019, Maya was exactly three weeks and two days old, and I was sitting on the floor of our extremely messy living room at 2 AM wearing sweatpants that smelled vaguely of sour milk. I had my lukewarm...

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Tired mother trying to wrap a fussy newborn in a breathable baby blanket

Surviving The 3 AM Swaddle Breakout And Other Newborn Nightmares

The radiator in our Chicago apartment was clanking like a dying engine, and it was three in the morning. My son had somehow managed to free his left arm from his wrap and was currently punching himself in the face...

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A crawling baby wearing ribbed organic cotton bottoms on a living room rug.

What I Got Entirely Wrong About Dressing A Human In Baby Pants

There I was at three in the morning, holding a tiny pair of denim jeans with a functional metal zipper, trying to thread the flailing legs of a screaming three-week-old into them. It was my first month of motherhood. I...

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A frustrated baby wearing a stiff formal shirt next to a soft collared bodysuit

Why The Baby Body Mit Kragen Saved My Sanity At Formal Events

I was standing in the aggressively marble-tiled bathroom of a ridiculously expensive chateau just outside Geneva, holding my screaming eight-month-old son at arm's length while my husband Dave frantically searched for baby wipes in a bag that only contained, for...

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A wooden and crochet rattle sitting on a minimalist nursery rug.

Why Your Plastic Baby Rattle Might Be A Terrible Idea

My mother-in-law brought over a solid silver shaker straight from a jeweler in Delhi. A woman in my mom group swore by a terrifying plastic monstrosity that flashed strobe lights and played generic techno beats. My doctor looked at both...

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A frustrated dad looking at a baby bodysuit covered in mysterious stains

The Thameslink Blowout: Surviving the Baby Bodysuit Trap

We were somewhere between East Croydon and London Bridge when the smell hit. A dense, sulphuric cloud that instantly cleared the priority seating area of commuters and left me alone with a double pram. Twin A was grinning the gummy,...

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