So you had to take out your belly ring, and your maternity pants cover up your lower back tattoo. But just because you’ve sacrificed a little of your own rock n’ roll style for motherhood doesn’t mean you have to give up entirely.
There’s something about a tiny little piece of jewelry with my daughter’s name on it that calls to me. The problem is, I’m just not one for the pink beaded numbers with the teddy bear charms.
Do you know how hard it is not to wave pictures of my daughter at every passerby? I vowed never to be sucked into thewallet-photo flasher club, however on some occassions, I just can’t help myself.
Sometimes you want music for your children that teaches essential pre-school concepts like counting or sharing. But then there are times you and your kids just want to rock. And that’s when you need a copy of the brand new CD from Brooklyn-based Audra Rox: I Can Do It By Myself!
As an avid musician, children’s toys and music boxes have all but killed my love for music–it’s nearly impossible to find a nice nursery music maker that isn’t bright yellow and blue and doesn’t play a weird choppy version of Fur Elise. (You know, that awful Beethoven piece that you never want to hear ever again).
I’m a huge fan of ethnic foods, however any attempts to get my 2-year-old to try curry or sushi has failed miserably. Well, I may just have found a solution that requires neither cooking, nor the hurling of unusual foods in the nice, quiet restaurant.
They’re the latest and greatest non-edible treat for kids: Temporary tattoos. Way cooler than character-themed bandages covering non-existent boo-boos, and with better results than freehand Sharpie drawings, temporary tattoos let kids decorate themselves (instead of the walls–key!) without consequence.
For some reason, finding a photo ornament to hang on the tree is like looking for a recipe for no-calorie cheesecake–it’s out there, but you’re not gonna like it.
The combination of hormones and excitement forced me to buy umpteen pregnancy books that caused me anxiety for most of my pregnancy. Other than the few times I referenced them for help with weird uterus pangs and a description of "the mucus plug," the stack of them were better as a nursing stool than source of comfort.
Cool Mom Picks is constantly on the lookout for truly fantastic kids’ room art, and it’s not easy. Just google "nursery art" sometime, and behold the frightening array of garish watercolor farm animals in straw hats. The prints look more like something from one of those Starving Artist stadium shows than something you’d be proud to display over a crib.
Let’s face it, some parents aren’t gourmet chefs, let alone halfway decent cooks, so when it comes time for solid foods, many of us (and yes I’m raising my hand, here) struggle with the guilt that comes with feeding the kid pears out of a jar.
I love to find moms making great kids’ music. And I love it even more when those moms turn out to be smart, funny, and cool – the kind of mom I would want to hang out with at the park or at soccer, if only she would have me.
I’ve always believed there’s something special about a child’s name. While my daughter’s name is not "a family name" but rather just one we both agreed on (which was a feat in and of itself), it still feels as if it were meant for her, both in its sound, meaning, and intent.
I have a thing for kids clothes that just look like…well, kids clothes, as opposed to mini versions of what parents are wearing. Don’t even get me started on blazers for infants and belly-baring toddler tees.
Living away from friends and family has its good and bad points. Sure, you don’t have to deal with unannounced visits from the in-laws, but you do have to cope with the millions of questions pertaining to your child. Is she talking? What is she saying? Why don’t you put her on the phone…?
I know my daughter would love a dollhouse, however, I just can’t give in to buying a huge pink plastic house with frilly shutters and a white picket fence. Just thinking about it gives me a weird sugar high. Plus, I’d love my next child (perhaps a son?) to be able to enjoy playing with a cool house without having to endure all the oozing girliness.
With all the paintings, knick-knacks, and brightly colored toys in my daughter’s room, it’s a wonder she can actually sleep. Combine that with the busy crib bedding patterns that most stores sell, and it’s overstimulation central in there.
Ifind myself spending way too muchtime trying to break up the monotony of pink clothes in my two-year old’s wardrobe. But I’ve finally found a reason to make an exception.
We’ve highlighted many a bib here at Cool Mom Picks and I am firm believer that bibs are a necessity through toddlerdom.Which is not to say that I ever remember to actually bring them anywhere.