Month: June 2006
As a tall preggo, I had a pretty long awkward stage – you know, when your regular clothes are too small in the belly, but maternity clothes look like you’re playing dress-up with a parachute.
The poor little cocktail umbrella. It begins its life the adored centerpiece of your favorite frozen beverage, only to be brought home from its tiki bar paradise and crammed into a nighttable drawer.
We’ve reached the "I can do it" stage in our household. Holding her for handwashing is no longer an option and considering we’ve had a few accidents around the house, she needs a better way to reach things on her own.
While I haven’t lived in San Francisco, I’ve spent enough time there to know that it’s just plain cool. Cool cafes, cool bands, cool parents with cool children. That’s why I had the feeling I was going to like popular Bay Area kids singer/songwriter Enzo Garcia.
When it comes to baby gifts, I don’t want to be the practical mom who gives the ten-pack of store brand burp cloths. I want to be the fun mom! The one who gives something that will never be spit up on, peed on, or pooped on over the course of its lifespan.
I have a child with a peanut allergy and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve told people about it, only to watch them cluelessly offer her something made with that very ingredient. Hello? Stop trying to kill my daughter, thankyouverymuch.
Like most of you, I’ve got excellent environmental intentions. And yet, even as I toss my soda cans in the recycling bin, I’m still creating my own personal landfill of disposable diapers.