How can you not be intrigued by a band referred to as "the Aerosmith of kids music?" This isn’t to say that they’re going to cast the lead singer’s barely legal daughter as a Lolita in their next music video, but if you stick with the music part – that’s a pretty accurate description of South Jersey boys and much lauded kid rockers Ernie and Neal.
While I rarely take the time to accessorize myself, I love finding just the right adornments to complete my daughters’ outfits. No matter how cute the clothes themselves may be, it’s often the hair clip or the cardigan or the belt that perfects the look.
If anyone ever comments that our daughter looks like her father, her father’s answer is always some form of, "really? The milkman?" Yes, it’s a chestnut. But for some reason, he’s that rare guy who can totally pull it off.
I naively thought breastfeeding would be a piece of cake — you know, stick the baby on and go. But then I had the leaking, the nipple pain, the engorgement. Needless to say, it was hard not to get discouraged.
No matter how cute the current trends in baby threads may be, there are some children’s classics that never go out of style. Or at least they shouldn’t, in my opinion.
I’m feeling like I need a little more delicate in my life these days. Perhaps it’s the fact that I’m nearing that 40 week of pregnancy mark…or maybe it’s just Spring.
I think back to how panicked I was over choosing birth announcements for my first child and realize now I was being silly. Especially when there are so many services who make it easy for you.
Not to brag, but my girls have quite lovely hair: Think spun silk. However, it’s a bear to style since elastics tangle easily, and barrettes slide right out. If my preschooler was more open to me fussing with her hair for 36 bazillion hours at a sitting it might not be so much of a problem.
It’s the phrase all mothers dread: "Mom, I’m booooorrrred!" After the kids have made their way through every puzzle ("I’ve done that"), book ("read it already"), and game ("we played that this morning") in the house, what’s a mom to suggest?
I’ve entirely accepted that fact that I must carry a diaper bag when I’m out with my kids. I know plenty of women however, who don’t care how much the thing looks like a regular handbag, it still screams "mommy" too much for their liking. Of course I think the diaper clutch, leaky bottles, and wet wipes spilling out of their purse does that regardless.
I never truly realized the value of baby powder until I had a boy — need I say more? But with a baby with sensitive skin, I wasn’t going to settle for just any powder.
I have a confession to make: Slings scare me. While the benefits are undisputed and the styles no longer just for the granola set, they’ve always seemed like the kind of thing I’d be destined to tie wrong and whoops!–out the baby would go
Artwork depicting the ABC’s or 1-2-3’s usually has a fairly short shelf-life (or wall-life, more accurately). Pastels and teddy bears are often deemed "babyish" around the same time that the diapers disappear.
I love watching my daughter’s imagination in action. She sets the table for five so her imaginary friend can eat too, and there’s no end to the litany of cool animal pals that she describes as stopping by for a visit at bedtime.
Oh, the poor, lowly, neglected baby brush. As essential as this item is to the nursery–or at least to ours, with our messy-haired daughter–the options are limited to the free crappy one that comes along with some baby bath essential gift set, or an absurdly expensive sterling one that needs more polishing and attention than the baby herself. Where are all the cool brushes?
I’ve always liked the idea of turning a favorite photo of my child into a piece of artwork. But a lot of those Warhol-eque services just look like a computer novice took a Photoshop 101 class, and went nutty with the filters. What ever happened to art made by actual artists?
Now that Spring is here, that necessary evil known as the spontaneous downpour is in your immediate future. Of course to your kids, it’s not evil at all–just necessary. How else would they be able to jump in puddles, destroy their overpriced shoes, soil their pants, and generally make us crazy?
I always loved jack-in-the-boxes as a kid, but you’ve got to admit, there was something about that original "Jack" that was pretty creepy. Clowns are generally a little questionable anyway, come to think of it, let alone one intended to scare the bejeezus out of a preschooler by design.