I like to dress my son in clothes that are stylish and contemporary, but I have a soft spot for anything kind of campy or retro. And what says campy and retro better than early seventies Elvis of the rhinestone-studded jumpsuits and white platform boots?
It’s difficult enough that I get mobbed every time I walk down the street these days–Oh my God, you’re Liz from Cool Mom Picks! Oh my God!–but when my daughter’s with me, it really presents a challenge.
Fortunately I’ve found the perfect foil in the blinged-out shades from mom/designer Jennifer Olivas
Let’s admit, there’s been quite a bit of dvd-watching over the last few months. How else are you supposed to get the gifts wrapped, the holiday cards sent, and the cookies baked–or at least ordered through a handy toll-free number?
I think I can safely say that I was not alone in my amazement that something so small and helpless as a new baby could possibly need so much stuff. I didn’t know what gear was necessary and what was merely clever marketing, and after factoring in all the unsolicited advice from well-meaning veteran moms about bouncy seat A versus bouncy seat B, I was overwhelmed to say the least.
I’ve always appreciated the benefits of a baby sling. Although as someone with fluctuating weight combined with a lack of manual dexterity that keeps me from adjusting my own belt properly, let alone a ring on a sling, I have yet to find my perfect match.
I’ve never been a fan of giving money to children as a gift. It just seems so…well, you know. It’s money. But for the kid who truly has everything–or at least expresses a bizarre interest in the Nasdaq pages of the paper–we’ve discovered the perfect alternative with GiveAshare.
As much as I love written correspondence of any kind, I’ve never sent a single announcement – not for graduations, my engagement, marriage, or the births of either of my children. Mostly because, to be blunt, the pickings are pretty slim. Or to clarify, the decent pickings.
My dear friend’s son loves playing dress-up. Unfortunately, while his sister has a trunkful of beautiful princess outfits with handmade flower garlands and gauzy accessories, he’s stuck with cheesy plastic costumes leftover from Halloween after-sales. What’s a budding knight to do?
Withbaby #1, I was all about dressingher in bright happy lively colors. And she was lively alright, all hours of the day and night. For #2, I’m going to try a different tact and see if it has any impact. And no, that doesn’t mean pastels.
Although I’m a straight-up English speaker (with a little French thrown in on those really bad days — ahem), I’ve always thought it would be wonderful for my daughter to learn another language. Most folks say that starting early is the best way to go but the idea of toddler language classes has always seemed just a bit…much for me.
I can always trust my neighbors from the North when it comes to comedy, a cold brew or some "throw your gloves down" hockey. But who knew the Canadians were cornering the market on must-have nursing pillows to boot?
The holidays are over, and if the commercials and billboards and return lines at the mall are any indication, a lot of us received a whole lot of stuff. But whether we loved the gifts we received – or we just pretended to – handwritten thank you notes are always a good idea.
Trying to get my husband to carry a diaper bag is like… well, just put in your favorite analogy that involves something really sucky that you hate doing, and you get my drift. It wouldn’t be so bad if our daughter didn’t end up in a crumpled diaper that had been in his back pocket all day.