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.Read More
Month: October 2006
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.
I’m always looking out for interesting gift sets for new babies, and there are certainly plenty to choose from. But once in a while I find one with a nice extra touch, and that’s the one I just have to get. In this case, it’s the gift buckets from Confetti Kidz.
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.