Dear past me: What to know about baby quilt kits before you start
Dear Marcus from exactly six months ago, I know what you're doing right now. You're standing in the dining room at 2:13 AM, staring at a rotary cutter, a cutting mat, and three yards of woodland-creature-patterned fabric. You have convinced...
My Honest Take On That Half Baby Half Kid Meme Phase of Parenting
I was sitting on the cold tile of my bathroom floor in Chicago at two in the morning. My son was outside the door, doing that specific hyperventilating sob because I had peeled his banana. He asked me to peel...
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...
My Absolute Worst Night With Matching Baby Christmas Pajamas
The zipper was officially jammed in the microfleece reindeer antlers. It was roughly two in the morning on December twenty-third, and my six-month-old, Maya, was screaming with the raw intensity of a level-one trauma arrival. Her face was the color...
The Truth About Mebie Baby: A Letter to My Sleep-Deprived Self
Dear Tom from six months ago, You're hiding in the downstairs loo right now, aren't you? You've got one foot wedged against the door to keep the twins out, you're covered in something sticky that you pray is just mashed...
The Absolute Messy Truth About Buying Toddler Short Pajamas
It was somewhere around 2:14 in the morning in the dead center of July, and our Texas air conditioner was loudly fighting a losing battle against the humidity. I was standing in the dark, wrestling a damp, fleece zip-up footie...
Dear Past Me: The Bamboo Toddler Blanket Is Actually Worth It
Dear Jess of six months ago. You're currently sitting on the floor of the nursery at 2:14 AM, using your teeth to try and unjam a zipper on a fleece sleep sack that somehow got stuck on a blowout-ruined diaper...
Why Buying Baby Christmas PJs Nearly Broke My Spirit This Year
I was sitting waist-deep in a pile of aggressively red, synthetic fleece at 11 PM on a Tuesday, completely drenched in sweat. My oldest, Wyatt, was screaming in the background, my husband was staring at me like I'd completely lost...
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....