Spielzeug fΓΌr 2 jΓ€hrige MΓ€dchen: A Letter to My Past Self
Dear Jess of exactly six months ago, You're currently hiding in the laundry room, sitting on a pile of unfolded towels because it's the only room with a lock that actually works. Your two-year-old daughter is out there somewhere in...
Why Childrens Wooden Play Blocks Actually Save Your Sanity
I was eight months pregnant with Maya, sitting at my kitchen island in a pair of maternity leggings that had basically fused to my skin, drinking my third cup of lukewarm coffee. My mother-in-law was aggressively tapping her French-manicured fingernail...
My honest guide to surviving the Spielzeug bis 2 Jahre phase
It was 6:43 AM on a Tuesday, and I was holding a neon green plastic dog that was singing a heavily autotuned song about shapes at an ear-splitting volume. I was wearing my gray sweatpantsβthe ones with the bleach stain...
Spielzeug fΓΌr 1 Jahr: What I Thought vs. What Actually Works
I was standing in the middle of my living room at 6 AM yesterday, holding a lukewarm cup of coffee and staring at a blinking, singing plastic cow that my mother-in-law bought my youngest for his first birthday. The cow...
The absolute chaos of tiny bodies, babys' boundaries & bath times
Dear Tom of exactly six months ago, You're currently standing in the downstairs loo, holding a soiled nappy at armβs length while Maya attempts to post my electric toothbrush into the toilet bowl and Chloe aggressively inspects her own belly...
Why The Right Toddler Sweater Stops Winter Car Seat Panic
"Put a proper heavy coat on those girls," my mother-in-law announced last Tuesday, eyeing the twins as if I were deliberately trying to freeze them to death on our walk to the park. "They'll completely overheat in the boot of...
The Great Knee Blowout: Finding the Best Leggings for Girls
It was 7:14 AM on a Tuesday, and I was sitting on the laundry room floor with a hot iron, trying to fuse a denim star patch over a gaping hole in a pair of hot pink pants while my...
What No One Tells You About the Stokke Tripp Trapp Baby Set
It's barely six in the morning in Chicago, the heat just kicked on, and I'm using a dull butter knife to chip concrete-level dried sweet potato out of the tiny plastic grooves of a high chair harness. My toddler is...
Dear past Priya: The truth about wooden blocks for your toddler
You're standing in the middle of the living room at three in the morning, holding a plastic blender that just sang a high-pitched song about making a smoothie because your foot grazed it in the dark. Your heel is throbbing....