Valentine’s Day is just around the corner, and you know what that means – graciously allowing your significant other to demonstrate the depth and breadth of love felt for you in terms of pricey baubles and overpriced red roses. Me? I’ll settle for just the baubles.
I love my old-fashioned wooden high chair but I admit, every time I see those little teddy bears on the fabric seat it came with it makes me cringe, just a little. In fact, I’m sort of glad when my daughter gets tomato sauce all over it, because that’s just a few more bears I don’t have to look at for the time being.
Angst-ridden tweens need information about crazy life stuff. It’s our job as parents to provide them with just enough to to answer their questions, but not so much that it scares the living daylights out of them. And as cool as we can appear on the outside, the thought of discussing that first menstrual period may scare the living daylights out of us too.
I’ve gotten so used to emailing people that when I actually need to write a nice little note, I’ve had to resort to white computer paper and a business envelope.How embarrassing!
I’m all about gifts that you can actually use more than one day a year. It sounds like common sense, but then you look at all the Christmas bibs and Easter tees and Fourth of July themed flip flops out there and you sort of wonder. That’s why I love these handmade heart baby rattles from India y Luna.
My first child, I’m fortunate to say, is healthy as a horse. But my second child: Ear infections up the wazoo. Even though there wasn’t a ton of medical info to keep track of, especially compared with children with real illnesses, there are many times I wish I’d written down what that Motrin dosage was or which antibiotic had her spewing fluids from both ends.
In theory the idea of a teething necklace is kind of cool, but in actuality, I think of it like letting your dog play with shoe-shaped toys — probably not thebest lesson out there. However, thenecklaces from Momma’s Jewels may have just changed my mind.
Now that I’ve returned to the world of breastfeeding, I’ve officially begun the search for a nursing bra that doesn’t scream "Look, a nursing bra!" You know, something that actually hoists the girls up without those straight jacket tactics.