April, 2007

Git Along Little Raindrops

With two little girls, I’ve got boxes full of dress-up clothes for rainy days. Fringed flapper dresses, feather boas, and sequinned high heels – they’ve got it all. But why should girls have all the fun?

Oooooh, Balmy

I’ve got enough in my diaper bag without having to worry about the hundred products I might want to add come spring–Calamine, lip balm, Neosporin, blah blah blah. But after trying a sample of Bye Bye Boo Boo from Zen Momma, I think I’ve just pared down my kit by about 16 pounds.

Home Run Style

Now that baseball season is in full swing (haha) we’ve had our eye out for appropriate kids duds that transcend the same old same old. Not that there’s anything wrong with an authentic Derek Jeter jersey (Bosox fans, hold your tongues) but we like it when our kids can stand out a bit in the crowd of 15,000 at the stadium.

Arts and Science

As part of my ongoing crusade as a lover of science, my girls are exploring the natural world through trips to planetariums or even just finding ladybugs in the backyard. B

Jonesin’ for Some Soda

While I’m a fairly noncompetitive person, and I’m not so much about the one-upping around the birthday party circuit, I have to ooh and ahh over what has got to be the coolest party favor ever for my daughter’s next bash.

Keep On Rockin’ In the Preschool

It’s never too early to introduce your kiddos to the joys of rock. Oh sure, they’ll eventually rebel, coming home from high school blasting Steve and Eydie from their 16th generation iPods. But there’s no reason you can’t at least start them off on an acceptable musical path.

Kids Art With a Longer Shelf Life

As I’ve learned rather quickly–too quickly–the artwork you buy for your baby’s nursery might seem…well, babyish in a very short matter of time. Those sweet little Peter Rabbit prints that made you teary when your boy was just a babe in arms aren’t cutting it now that he’s three and answers to the name Mr. Destructo.

Scrapbooks Out, Storybooks In

Those fill-in-the-blank baby books didn’t work well for me. While some of the questions didn’t apply, I just didn’t like to leave the pages completely empty–or worse, use the bureaucratic Not Applicable. Eventually, I decided to eschew the preformatted books and put together a baby book of my own design.

Parenthood: A Taxing Experience

How you feel about today comes down to one thing: Whether the number in that teeny little box at the bottom of your tax return has a plus before it, or a minus. But one thing we can all agree on is, it’s a good day to have kids. Many, many kids.

A-List Teddies

Sure, your toddler loves that ratty old blankie – it goes everywhere that he does. But did you ever stop to think about what that ratty old blankie says about you and your style…or lack thereof? I shudder to think.

Sanity Amidst the Minivans

We all love swapping war stories with another mom friend: You share your potty training adventures, she describes her toddler’s attempts to escape from the crib. By conversation’s end you’re laughing, crying, and grateful for the venting tha

Thrifty Gifting

In my late twenties, I used to buy expectant friends the beautiful white blankets or the attractive silver picture frames. Now with two kids myself, I’ve done an about face from all that keepsake stuff. What can I say? I’m practical.

Whatcha Got Cooking?

It’s no secret that cooking doesn’t usually inspire warm and fuzzy feelings in me. I’m especially hesitant to try new recipes – after all that effort, will it turn out well? Or will it end up dumped into a napkin when I turn my back and shoved into the nearest receptacle or willing household pet?

Step Aside, Batman

I’m all for supporting my daughter’s wild imagination as my blouses become herbeautiful gowns and that old ratty dish towel, a magical cape. The only thing I don’t love is the argument that precedes almost every trip out the house when we have to leave her creative outfits behind.

Still Washing Those Pacifiers, Eh

While I’m a big proponent of pacifiers, picking them up off the ground every four seconds stinks. Especially when you’re still in that early stage where you actually wash the thing off instead of just wiping it on your jeans.