Whether you’re pregnant like me, nursing, or just hanging onto a bit of baby weight for nostalgia’s sake, we all have one thing in common: Major boobage.
Now that Spring is here (okay, so it’s still freezing out; minor technicality.) I’m ready to get a little girlier with my daughter’s wardrobe. Is there anything cuter than little girls in sweet little dresses, with their bare, chubby knees poking out just below? The only thing that can possibly ruin the photo op is a glimpse of Cookie Monster stamped onto a pair of saggy size 4 Cruisers.
I have developed a wee bit of cynicism about the recent spate of irreverent momoirs and advice books out there for parents. The vast majority have terrific titles…and that’s pretty much where you’ll want to stop reading. So I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect when I heard about Peeing in Peace: Tales and Tips for Type A Moms.
My first concert: Elvis. I was four. And I was singing at the top of my lungs.
Now, three decades later, I’m more in love with music than ever.
We have seen any number of ways to incorporate your kids’ photo into gifts – mugs, keychains, jewelry, purses. I think we’ve unearthed something that tops them all: Alcohol.
Nothing says motherhood like waking up in the morning to find a little baby with his diaper on half-backwards and the snaps on his onesie done up wrong. Funny things happen at 2:30 AM when you can’t see a damn thing you’re doing.
I’ve groused before about the practice of sending thank you notes that are supposedly written by the baby. I know it’s intended to be cute, but it induces involuntary eyerolls in me.
All the 3-going-on-14 little girl’s clothes have forced me to become a traditionalist when it comes to dressing my daughter. I’m into the fairly standard tops, bottoms, and dresses — no ridiculous mini skirts or shiny half-shirts for my toddler. But when it comes to shoes, I like to live on the wild side.
With each change of season I feel the call to update my jewelry drawer. It’s a sickness, I know, but with Spring in the…
With each change of season I feel the call to update my jewelry drawer. It’s a sickness, I know, but with Spring in the air, I just can’t be asked to accessorize with the same old same old. Why, even the suggestion of it is shocking.
I’m a sucker for great packaging when it comes to beauty products. I know, I know (for all of you with way more common sense)…it’s what is inside that counts, but I can’t help being attracted to funky, fresh designs. So trust me when I tell you that Mama Mio has got both the inside and the outside covered.
A desk full of odd scraps of paper with names and phone numbers scribbled on them – that’s what I face each time I want to schedule a playdate for my older daughter. And I know that’s what her friends’ mothers face too, since I typically scrawl my details on the back of a grocery receipt.
I love the concept of reversible kids clothes. And not just because I’m a shameless laundry avoider. It’s more so because I am at times too indecisive to choose between two items–I want them both. So when I came across the entirely reversible swingy, Springy pants from So Anna I knew they were calling to me.
Despite continued reassurance that we only serve delicious meals at our house, my older daughter stubbornly resists trying new foods. The tears, tantrums and intense negotiation are exhausting. For once, I’d like to sit down to a meal without ever uttering the words "…or you can go straight to bed."
As a fairly style conscious woman, I always thought that looking put together, in body, mind and home was an easy, natural thing. Until I had a kid. And then another one. And nowit takes as much energy as I can muster just to pick out a bag that goes with my barely matching outfit.
There are a few things about parenting that you just don’t get until you actually have kids. Okay, a lot of things. But one of them is how difficult it is to find reliable, trustworthy childcare if you’re not one of those lucky folks to live near willing family and friends.
I have been known, on more occasions than I should admit, to saving those cheap free hangers you get with purchases. Butlately, the sea of plastic has been taking over my daughter’s closet, and they just don’t cut it for those extra special outfits that deserve a little more TLC.
With the massive morning sickness-turned awful reflux that I’ve experienced for the last 6 months, I have gone from yoga enthusiast to…well let’s just say a deep forward bend brings with it more than limber muscles (like my breakfast, for instance). Needless to say, I’ve been dying to get back to my practice as soon as my baby is born.
One of the hardest aspects of being a working mom is that first day back to work after maternity leave. All things being equal, most of us would rather be at home wiping bums than at the office with our noses up one. Or at least for a few more months.
Admittedly I’m a little opinionated when it comes to art. Sometimes I come across a piece I’m considering buying but then I think "hm,…