As adorable as they generally are, kids can be an assault on the senses. Their rooms are littered with plastic toys, most of which emit ear-splitting sounds and require daily battery changes, and their walls are painted with rainbows and clowns and construction equipment. Is it any wonder that the darlings have trouble falling asleep in there?
As far as I’m concerned, one of the best parts about being the grown up in the house involves the simple fact that I can write whatever I’d like on the walls if I so choose.
I am not a diy-er, crafter, Martha-in-training, or whatever you want to call people who have the genius ability to make things that don’t look, well, like they made them. This is not a big deal until my own mother gets on the phone and tells me to "make her something" for Mother’s Day. And I don’t think she’s referring to the new grandbaby on the way.
Mother’s Day is the perfect opportunity for me to troll for two of my favorite indulgences – accessories, and chocolate. Although I admit I wasn’t expecting to encounter both rolled into one.
I am one of those moms with my camera always at the ready. (Seriously, it’s annoying and when my kids can talk they will tell you as much.)
As a lover of all things multi-cultural, I am on the hunt for quality baby gear that is both inclusive and multilingual. I mean, I get the charm of diapers embroidered with ‘Oui Oui!’ but I’ve been looking for something a little more…classic.
Whenever I hear about a new "alternative" kids album, I grab it off the shelf, listen hopefully to the acoustic arrangement of "Sheri Had a Little Lamb" (or whatever) and bang my discerning ear drums against a wall. To me, music should be serious business. And by business, I mean something more tolerable than your average American Idol tryout. More artistic integrity, less Sanjaya.
I never saw myself as the mommy calling card type – you know, someone who would have a stack of cutesie little cards giving me a job title like "So-and-So’s Mommy" But then, I never saw calling cards like the ones from Hello Ink.
The selection of the perfect moses basket has become one of those over-the-top rituals of the new mother-to-be. I can’t tell you how many friends I saw absolutely frenetic over finding exactly the right first sleepy place for their new little guy or gal.
With baby #1 I was all about the receiving blanket when I nursed al fresco. This time around, I’m doing it in higher style. The nursing cover-ups from My Turtle Baby may in fact be the best-looking ones I’ve ever seen.
When I first had a baby I remember very distinctly getting the single word of advice: Zutano. My friend turned out to know what she was talking about. I loved the mix and match, durable styles for newborns, never having any idea that this mom-and-pop run company (turned fashion force to be reckoned with) also made cool stuff that older kids could get into. Now I know.
My five year old is on a mission to find herself–not through junior self-help seminars, but in every movie poster, magazine ad, or book cover she sees. Mimi will exclaim, "I’ll pretend to be that little girl in the picture, Momma. You can be the cow." (I don’t love being the cow.)
Boys can be just as fickle as girls, and household budgets can’t always accommodate tastes that shift each time a new cartoon hits the big screen.
Keepsakes make me cringe (sorry, keepsake fans) as do sappy baby mama gifts. This is not because I’m some sort of cynical, unfeeling hipster, but rather because I’ve found most baby mementos to be anywhere from meaningless to downright goofy.
It doesn’t seem that long ago that when someone mentioned The Rules, my mind leaped to "don’t accept a Friday date on a Thursday," as opposed to, "no eating the cat litter." How quickly things change.
I’m always looking for great political kids’ tees because really, what is more 2007 than a toddler with a cause? But the fact is, most of the threads look like the design was an afterthought. Why can’t socially-conscious families dress their kids in hip clothes too? Does it always have to look like some guy in the mall just stamped "No War" on a ratty tee in iron-on letters and called it a day?
There’s no better way to honor Earth Day than to grow something. Anything. That is, something besides mold on the expired sour cream in the back of the fridge. Or is that just me?
We know the decision to breastfeed has nothing to do with saving the planet. But when you’re slathering on the Lansinoh, it’s nice to have in the back of your mind that you’re doing something more than just sustaining your own flesh and blood (like there’s a more honorable cause).
My daughter is a freak for magazines — heck, she’ll even spend hours with the Pottery Barn Kids catalog. So, when I found out about Highlight’s new 2-5 yearpublication, High-Five, I knew it would be a big hit.
While we’ve had no shortage of diaper clutches to review here at Cool Mom Picks, I have yet to find one that really truly doesn’t look like one. Not that that’s a huge problem, but still, it’s nice to have an option that doesn’t scream “baby crap inside!”