September, 2006

Skip*Hop Goes Domestic

My kitchen is overflowing with useful but highly unattractive items designed to clean, sanitize, and organize baby feeding paraphernalia. I’m sure visitors wonder what kind of illicit chemistry lab we’re running with all the clinical looking gizmos and gadgets covering every inch of counter space. Fortunately, our friends at Skip*Hop – yes, makers of those great diaper bags – have brought harmony back to the kitchen.

Francobaby

When I was about eight, we took a big family trip to France. I still remember how fancy I felt coming home with a suitcase full of J’aime Paris tee shirts and TinTin comic books, along with the ability to say "more chocolate croissants please," in French.

Weeeeeee!

You really haven’t lived until you’ve been peed on by your baby boy…in the eye. Or even worse, when he pees in his own eye. Call me crazy, but I prefer to skip this portion of the diaper change and get on with the cooing and toe nibbling. Which is why I love the Whizz Kid Weeblock.

Organized from Day One

It is a known fact that the phenomenon known as Pregnancy Brain is a misnomer, as it lasts well into that first postpartum year. I swear it took a good six months for me to remember to write down the pediatrician appointments, let alone actually showing up on the right day. If i had had a Busy Babe organizer, I might have been a little…well, more organized.

Knit Picks

Since we’ve had children, every year in mid-December, my husband asks me, "Shouldn’t we get a family picture taken for our holiday cards?" And…

Back in Block

One of my favorite pastimes as a child was building mini kingdoms with my brothers’ wooden blocks. There was something entirely gratifying about building big towers and castles – and then knocking them all down with one fell swoop.

Say Sayonara to Snaps

While I became pretty handy atslipping and snapping my daughter into her onesie, I have to admit that I still had trouble getting those tiny baby clothes over her gigantic head without a few decent tugs. And really, at 2am who needs the extra trouble?

Almost Good Enough to Eat

What kid doesn’t love Play-Doh? Let me clarify: What kid doesn’t love to eat Play-Doh? Hey, I’m all for it, except for the fact that I have no idea what the "secret ingredients" are that’s used to make it those lovely neon colors.

Boot-i-licious

As a kid, I always wanted a cool pair of rainboots. I had one of those mothers who never got around to buying them and when a rainy day came, she instead sent me outside in a pair of plastic sandwich bags wrapped around my shoes.

Does This Necklace Make My Butt Look Big?

It’s a challenge to keep your wardrobe up to date once you’ve had kids. There are the time contraints, and of course cash flow issues. But even worse is the dread of the changing room’s fat mirror coupled with the purely evil lighting design. And this is why jewelry is God’s gift to moms.

Newbie Fashion

I can’t possibly have been the only new mom who experienced layette anxiety: Will it irritate her belly button? Do I cut out the tag? Do I have to wash it first? And do I really have to get that stupid overpriced detergent?

One Word: Plastics

Yes, I am a hypocrite. I look at all of the plastic baby gear spewed across the floors of my home and I can’t stand it. Everything’s just so bright and loud and, well, plastic-y. But then, when it comes to plastic jewelry, I’m like, "ooh, so bright! So loud! So plastic-y!"

Who’s the Boss?

We all know who’s really in charge. Here’s a hint: it’s not the adult with the accusatory finger and the timeout chair. It’s the kid with the pouty lip, sweet smile, and incredibly cute face that can make us crumble in an instant.

Girl Loves Robot

I’ve had a thing for robots ever since Lost in Space. It continued with Rosie from the Jetsons, and then of course, R2D2–who, between he and C3PO, was clearly "the cute one."