Considering how many barrettes my daughter trades away to her friends on the playground, I don’t often get excited about one-of-a-kind hair accessories.
Nothing says "last minute afterthought" than a present in a regifted gift bag. Believe me, I was the worst offender. But since having children, there’s just something about watching a little one tear through a nicely wrapped package that warms my heart.
We all know that dads dread bad Father’s Day ties and golf shirts just as much as we dread carnations and generic store-brand chocolates. But sometimes, thanks to lack of time and/or brain cells, we grab what we can, sign our kid’s name to it and call it a day. (Or is that just me?)
In these past few years as a parent, I’ve picked up several pearls of wisdom. 1.) Never leave your kid alone in the bathroom. 2.) No matter how late you put them to bed, they’ll still wake up early. 3.) Clothes that can be worn several different ways are priceless.
I’ve loved the vintage look since long before vintage became fashionable. (I know, I know…everyone says it.) And while I occasionally pine for the adventure of finding treasures among the piles at thrift stores, these days I’m doing more of it online.
I’ve found beautiful and timeless children’s artwork before, but Alena Hennessy’s latest collection of giclee prints, the Quiet Dream series, are among the first I’ve seen that I could live with in my own bedroom as well. And as we all know, there’s something to be said for kid’s artwork that isn’t outgrown along with the 12-18 month onesies.
I can’t seem to escape the beaded jewelry these days. And while I see my fair share of amazing artistry, I’m sort of over the whole "I took anart class and now I make earrings" type of stuff that seems to be clogging way too many jewelry boxes.
It’s Memorial Day – as in the official start of swim season. I know, I know, it’s just too hard to choose between trombone for toddlers and, pre-k/ickboxing. But whether you’re the type to go overboard on kids’ activities or not, I hope you’re fitting swim lessons in there somewhere.
Working with children for many years has exposed me to copious amounts of "kid music," most of which is very—um—catchy. (Read: it runs on an endless loop inside your head, making you want to schedule yourself for a lobotomy.)
It seems that poor dads-to-be get shafted in the baby gifts department. Sure, maybe they’re not so into opening up cute onesies or the softest burp cloths, but that doesn’t mean the dads don’t deserve a little token too come shower time.
I’ve always thought that that old nursery rhyme about little boys being made of snips and snails and puppydog tails was sort of weird. First of all: Snails? Really? When’s the last time your kid played with a snail? And what the heck is a snip, anyway?
I nearly fell over when I received a birthday card from a friend of mine who had just had her baby one week prior. Heck. A week after having my baby I don’t think I was getting enough sleep to use a pen let alone get a card in the mail.
I often wondered, night after sleepless night, as my daughter lay snuggled in my bed, what it was about her crib she hated so much? Was it the color? The wood? The discount price?
Great nurseries and kids rooms are often made in the details–and they don’t have to be expensive. I’ve found a funky old 25 cent postcard leaning on a bookshelf can make more of an impression than that $800 crib.
I’m generally pretty good about remembering a little sweater or jacket for my kids for those cool summer nights, but me? Well you know moms. We come last.
My family and I are serious book lovers. Okay, we’re full-on snobs. I admit it. We only have eyes for the worthwhile page-turners and even my toddler has learned to resist the call of the flashy but content-lite pages in the bargain bins and head straight for the award winners. That’s my girl!
It might be cool to wear your "peanut-free" backpack patch when you’re running with the elementary crowd, but not so much when the hormones start kicking in.
Mom jeans definitely get more than their fair share of negative press. But hit the playground and you’ll see that mothers can be just as big fashion offenders in the shoe department. Comfort is one thing, but running shoes? Really? Like, all the time?
It took me all of 20 minutes to run screaming out of Babies R Us while attempting to put together my registry. If only I had a bit ofguidance–and a trust fund–to help me navigate my way through baby preparations. I would have surely relied on one off the two amazing if indulgent mom services we’ve recently uncovered.