After addressing way too manyof my two-year-old’s birthday invites, I realized the onlyreturn address labels I had werethe free ones from charities that remind you you still need to send them a little something-something in return. These labels aren’t so bad on a credit card bill, but perhaps not the greatest choice for my fancy photo cards and personal letters.
Topping my list of things they really should teach you in your birthing class but don’t (and it’s a long list, believe me) is the variety of afflictions affecting your nether regions, post-baby. Who knew it would be like giving birth all over again!
I know it’s only October, but those gift-giving holidays are just around the corner. And while we know your spouse or sigOth is probably a savvy gift giver, it can’t hurt to gently nudge him in a particular direction.
Not being a big fan of today’s little girl "princess culture", I was skeptical about a new kids’ album by a group called Princess Katie and Racer Steve. But Songs for the Coolest Kids turned out to be an exciting new find for me.
I just received an email from a friend who’s recently returned from Kyrgyzstan with his beautiful new adopted daughter. Another friend is currently in China on a similar mission, and then CMP received an email from the author of a popular adoption blog–all of which made us realize that the adoptive parents market is underserved when it comes to cool gear.
Despite my reaction to the contrary at my baby shower, I soon realized that one can never have too many blankets.. Some are lightweight, some are warm, some work for swaddling, some are so ugly, they’re just the thing to toss in the car trunk for emergencies. The one kind of blanket I could have used but didn’t get – something waterproof.
I’m always thrilled to bits to get personal, handwritten notes. But I can’t help but snicker when I get a thank you note supposedly written in first-person by a newborn. Are the new parents already outsourcing their chores to these (clearly gifted) children? Call me a skeptic, but I’m pretty sure I can recognize adult handwriting.
I’ve always had this weird aversion to monogrammed items, as if they should only be owned by people named Winston or Finston or anyone the third.
When you ask a kid what he wants to be when he grows up, you usually get those great juxtapositions: a gymnast and a veterinarian. A firefighter and a circus clown. The way I see it, as long as I don’t hear ballerina and metal groupie, my daughter can dream away.
I admit that at first, I fell victim to the ugly pricy diaper bag. Then I transitioned to the large purse, which has worked well for me since my daughter reached toddlerdom. However, with #2 arriving in a few months and the threat of leaky bottles looming, it’s time to go back to the world of bags made to handle spills and messes.
Today marks the beginning of breast cancer awareness month. While seeking out some cool but under-the-radar organizations affiliated with the cause, one of the first we fell in love with isFeel Your Boobies. And that was just on the name alone.