Who does not like a healthy set of ta-tas? No, one that’s who. Which is exactly the premise behind Save the Tatas, Julia Fikse’s humorous tee-shirt company dedicated to promoting breast cancer research through humor.
My 2-year-old daughter thinks that everything mustfollow a specific theme and lately, it’s dinosaurs. Pink or purple, only. However, have youtried finding pink or purple dinosaur anything these days–that’s not the bloated guy in the suit?
While we tend to gravitate towards monsters and robots more than princesses and ballerinas in our household, there’s something entirely capitvating about the little girl art of Colorado artist and mom Carla Sonheim.
When it comes to making new mom friends, I have excellent intentions but admittedly, terrible follow-through. Sometimes life just gets in the way of picking up the phone and making plans.
Show me a woman who can resist one of those Cosmo-style "what type are you?" quizzes, and I’ll show you a man in drag. Which means women are going to love the jewelry from independent San Francisco jewelry designer Kim Shephard at her online boutique, Urban Dencity.
If you’re like me, your little artist’s masterpieceshave taken over your walls and your refrigerator. And maybe you took our advice this past summer and made cool stationery out of their best artwork, sending the rest off to the grandparents for "safe keeping."
I’m not a big fan of the "D" word, but when I do need to watch what I eat, I find that misery loves company. Or to put it in a more positive light, I like to have a friend to diet along with me so we can scream YEAH! together when the scale moves in the right direction.
As I prepare for the arrival of #2, the memories of newborn-domare sneaking back up on me. I distinctly remember bumbling around in the wee hours of the morning trying to change a diaper and resnap the dreaded baby onesie as quickly as possible so not to lose any extra minutes of precious sleep.
So you’ve traded in your black motorcycle jacket for a fleece pullover. And your you-know-what-kicking boots have now taken the shape of comfy black clogs. But who says your kiddo can’t still rock the house?
Wouldn’t you love this to be the year that you actually get your shopping done before the night before Christmas or Hannukah? 5 PM? As the shopkeepers are pushing you out the door and telling you, "come earlier next year?"
When I was a child, everyone ate peanut butter sandwiches and drank milk – no questions asked, no concerns voiced. Fast-forward twenty-five years, and I’m overwhelmed by the number of children with food allergies, especially life-threatening ones. It took the perspective of becoming a parent myself for me to grasp this new reality, and now I routinely ask parents before playdates: "Does your child have any food allergies?"
Although I love form and fashion, I’m a sucker for function as well. In fact I nearly cried tears of joy when shopping for baby stuff and discovered a combination baby swing/high chair combo. That’s why the flash card and mobile combination from Wee Gallery makes me happy as a clam.
The Christmas of my childhood generally consisted of a full stocking and one big gift, which we certainly preferred to the alternative of fourteen crappy plastic toys and a few itchy grandma sweaters. It was way cooler to get something like a ballet barre, a rocking horse, or a teepee.
While I’m not wholeheartedly welcoming back 80s trends like leggings and cinched belts over long sweaters (Earth to fashion designers, come in…) I am delighted about leg warmers. You heard me, leg warmers. But only because I’m not the one expected to wear them.
With so many important causes that speak to me, I find it hard to keep track of them all. And while I do attempt to donate time or money to at least one charity a month, I’m fairly certain that I can singlehandedly fund breast cancer research with this one.
Wouldn’t it be amazing if there was one site that sold all the cool music that CMP recommends? And wouldn’t it be even more amazing if you didn’t have to dig through a bunch of other music–the kind we don’t recommend–on that site to find the good stuff that has been carefully tucked away?
With child #1, I was obsessed with that baby mega-store’s registry list. And while I got all the practical items that I may or may not have needed, this time I’m hoping for a few splurges that I’ve been coveting. Take for example the extraordinary moses baskets from Baby Starlet.
At 6 months pregnant, I’m alreadywearing a size large in most of my shirts. Okay, all of them. And even then, I’m still pulling down my not-so-flattering shirt to cover the band that barely keeps my pants up.
My mother-in-law successfully beat breast cancer several years ago, and while she doesn’t talk about it much, we all know it’s a cause she adamantly supports.We do our best to buy breast cancer stamps and wear any pink ribbon paraphernalia she sends us, but I’m always on the look out for something extraordinary that expresses our support for her courageous battle.
It’s one thing when you sniff your kid’s clean plastic juice cup and it smells like a menagerie of the last few days of delightful drinks. Ick. But it’s a whole other issue when you read about the leakage of chemicals from the plastic into your kid’s digestive systems. That’s just plain bad news.