Remember the days of sassy hair dos, perfectly pedicured toes, and slim fitting couture? I do. But no one would ever have guessed that I hadany sense of stylebased on my current wardrobe of ponytail, t-shirt, and flip-flops.Read More
Month: June 2006
There is no such thing in my household as too many bath toys. In fact sometimes I need to make sure I’ve left room for the actual baby in the bathtub.
Of all the things I was happy to pack away, nursing bras were at the top of the pile. And while I loved my nursing tanks almost more than life itself, there were times when I was pretty sure the girls were hanging a little lower than is probably recommended by the Surgeon General.
In my experience, there are two kinds of grandparents. Those who start every conversation with, "did I tell you the one about ________?" And before you even get to answer, they’re regaling you with every minute detail (again) about The Time I Met Carl from the Army or The Time I Went to The Store and It Was Closed.
I met another like-minded mom at this indoor playground the other day. As she packed up to leave, she picked up her one-year-old, popped him into her ring sling, and away they went – her hands free with him comfortably nestled on her hip. Then I thought. I need one of those.
I am a jewelry snob of the highest order. So if I say I’m coveting something, you must believe I’m talking full-tilt, biblical scale, commandment-busting covetousness.
When I was young I wanted to be an indian princess. I didn’t know from PC terms or that this wasn’t an actual career that one could pursue; I just knew that Tiger Lily was the prettiest thing I had ever seen in my whole seven years of existence.
Last summer my now one-year-old was just a little worm who spent his days in the shade of his stroller. But this year we’re grabbing the sun by its rays and getting dirty in the sand. Only problem? It’s bright out there y’all and sometimes a cute hat just ain’t enough.
Back when I was decorating the nursery, I was not exactly in love with the cookie-cutter mobiles in all of the baby chain stores. Come to think of it, if they had actually been cookie cutters I’d have liked them way more than the cheaply assembled satin ballerinas or polyester barnyard animals hanging from plastic hangers.