Rory Evans, contributing editor

Children and animals tend to be gravitationally drawn to my husband, Jamie. Part of the attraction for kids, I think, is that they sense a kindred spirit. If someone is going to initiate amassing every bedroom- and throw pillow in the house to create a big pit for jumping, it will be Jamie. When we first started dating, his friend Gaj had a 5-year-old son, Manu, who Jamie would run around the house with or--after Manu was out of the bath and in his pajamas, Jamie would chase him around around their house and sometimes track him out into the yard. When Manu's mother was trying to explain to him the idea of seasons--back-to-school season, soccer season, basketball season--Manu wanted to know what months were "Jeremy season." (Jamie's name, to almost everyone other than me, is Jeremy.)

As I've had this lurchy little thing growing in my stomach, I've often thought about "Jeremy Season." Then, as I was acquainting myself with Dr. Ferber's Solve Your Child's Sleep Problems (preemptively!), I came across a passage that stopped me dead cold. In the part about establishing a mellow, relaxing bedtime routine, I read this sentence: "Save the wrestling and tussling for other times of the day." And I had such an eerie, clear premonition of Jamie doing baby pile-drivers and body avalanches and standing moonsaults with the kid--in little pajamas and pink freshly bathed bare feet--just before bedtime!

So I asked Jamie to listen to an important passage from the book, and read it aloud. Then I asked him, "You know that, right?" And he agreed that it sounded correct. But he was suspiciously wily when I asked him to commit to it. And ever since, it's become sort of my joking refrain, whenever we talk about any kind of parenting. "You know you can't wrestle with the kid just before bedtime, right? RIGHT?" And he just laughs noncommittally.

When I heard about this awesome website, makeaonesie.com, where you can upload any photo or drawing or input any text and they will screen-print a custom onesie, I knew exactly what I had to have made for Jamie as a little reminder of bedtime rules. I ordered a size 6 months--because that seems like the age that he would start looking for a wrestling partner.