February, 2007

You Are What You Carry

There’s something frustrating about spending a month searching for the perfect handbag, only to proudly wear it out of the house the first time…and run into four other people proudly wearing it out of the house. I really think there should be a rule against that.

Kids Music, 90210

If Patrick Dempsey likes a particular crib or Courteney Cox is enamored with her new sling, I’m more than delighted for them. Really. But a celeb endorsement just doesn’t weigh too heavily in my opinion of a product. However when I hear that there’s a kids’ album out by the preschool music teacher for all of Beverly Hills–okay, I’ve got to admit I stop and take note.

Coats to the Back of the Closet

Our lawn is covered in snow – again – but the calendar doesn’t lie: Spring really is right around the corner. While I’m looking forward to wagon rides to the park, I’m not excited about coaxing the girls into their coats, which I will then have to carry as the day goes on. Layering is the key here.

No One Has To Know There are Diapers in There

There are so many diaper bags out there, it can make your head spin. But what’s hard to find is one that really suits the artsy mom who doesn’t really see herself carrying a diaper bag in the first place (let alone a baby). Still, those waterproof interiors are pretty convenient…

God Save the Feet


For a woman like me with an utter and undeniable shoe fetish, it absolutely blows my mind that my daughter owned a single pair of shoes until she was actually walking. Who was this practical mom? And will she please stay away until after baby #2 comes along in a couple of months?

Let’s Dish

Anything that gets me a little more excited to spend time in the kitchen is a good thing indeed. And by time in the kitchen, I don’t mean standing at the fridge in the middle of the night, looking for the last ice cream bar that someone ate without asking my permission.

Art You Can Climb All Over

A rocking horse is one of the essential staples of the traditional American nursery. But what if you don’t have the traditional American nursery? If you’ve taken the time to pick out the perfect Oeuf dresser and Svan table and chairs, those little ponies with the synthetic manes just may not cut it in the junior bedroom.

Encourage Her Shoe Fetish

I’m a minimalist when it comes to dressing babies: No jewelry, no fancy hats, and no booties. My girls didn’t wear shoes until they could walk, and I still grin at the professional portraits we have of them with bare toes peeking out from underneath their dresses.

You Oughta Be in Pictures

My toddler’s going through that self-awareness phase right now. She loves to preen in front of the bathroom mirror and make silly faces at her reflection windows. Not surprisingly, Rosie’s new MeMovies are the greatest thing to hit our household since the swaddling blanket.

Girl Power

Considering how far the career possibilities for women have come even since we were kids, it blows my mind that it’s still hard to find art depicting girls much beyond princesses, ballerinas, and the ocassional generic animal lover. (Veterinarian? Or just crazy cat lady in the making?)

My Daughter the Lighting Designer

It seems like overnight, our refrigerator became a full-on child’s art gallery. And while I love checking out my daughter’s masterpieces every time I go for a snack, that old fridge door just doesn’t do her creations any justice.

Mini Queens of Mod

Once upon a time, a doll featuring huge eyes, long lashes and skimpy skirts wouldn’t call to mind tasteless mass produced slut dolls that enrage millions of moms; but rather hip 60s-era fashion icons.

La-Z-Baby

I’ve been scouring the web for the perfect chairs for my daughter’s tiny heiny, but I always run into the same problems. Either the…

This Little Piggie

I’m not the type of person who avoids walking under ladders or reschedules meetings because my horoscope tells me to. But I admit that when I heard that babies born this year, according to Chinese astrology, would be the very blessed and rare Golden Pigs – I gave my pregnant belly a little rub and smiled from ear to ear.