March, 2007

Mind the Gap

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.

I See London, I See France…

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.

Coming Out of the Dark

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.

Silver is the New Black

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.

A pinch of flower

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…

A Pinch of Flower

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.

Beautiful Inside and Out

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.

Call Me? We’ll Do Cheerios.

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.

Two, Two, Two Pants in One

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.

Hide (The Veggies) and Go Seek

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."

Matchy-Matchy, Not Tacky-Tacky

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.

Making date night a reality with Sitter City

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.

The Joan Crawford Seal of Approval

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.

Yoga Moms Do It With Zen

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.