January, 2007

One Outfit You Won’t Return To Sender

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?

Take That, Shiloh You Poser

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

I Dream of Genie

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?

All the Stuff You Convince Yourself You Need

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.

We are the Knights Who Say “Maaa-aaaa.”

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?

Peace, Love, and Shhhhhhh….

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.

Ooh-La-L’Alphabet

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.

It’s NOT a Man Purse

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.