If you gave birth within the last ten years, the odds are about 4 in 5 that you’ve got one of those make your baby a rocket scientist DVDs on your shelf. Because even if you steered away from such things yourself, someone else thought it was a fabulous shower gift. Am I right?
At the request of my husband, I have curtailed my purchases of hordes of children’s books for my avid little reader. And while being relegated to the library isn’t such a bad thing, there’s something about a crisp new book that I just can’t let go of.
I can’t be the only one who, in a fit of desperation, draped a receiving blanket over the top of my stroller to shield my sleeping baby from the sun. And I certainly can’t be the only one who couldn’t enjoy the silence of a napping child because I was totally sure she was deprived of oxygen under there.
I’ve been a fan of The Thymes line of bath and beauty products ever since the sigOth and I first spotted them in a great boutique on vacation years ago. He wanted the fig leaf-cassis candle, I wanted the lavender lotion. We compromised – by buying forty different things.
Since we all know that women only buy cars based on the cupholders (is my scarcasm coming across?) the same might go for strollers. Then again, the top strollers don’t necessarily have the best Diet Coke storage, to say nothing of easy access to all your other junk.
For those of you under the impression that we urban dwellers have wardrobes consisting of black, black, and black…well, you’d be right. But according to the City Girls magnetic dress up dolls there are a few other options.
I’m a firm believer that children can appreciate the tunes as they were intended to be heard–i.e. singers that don’t make you pray for an irreparable crack in the CD–if you just give them a chance. Which is why the CMP staff have always been such fans of the Putumayo Kids series of music.
My sigOth thinks I’m mean when I tell him I’m getting rid of half of my kid’s stuffed animals, but when she isn’t yet two and the collection is are taking up more of the crib than she does(to say nothing of the living room and two toy boxes), I think it’s time to start paring down. And then I come across these.
I’m a total sucker for a baby keepsake, I admit it. But it’s got to be a keepsakes that no one else has ever seen before so I can maximize The Ooh-Ahh Factor.
It took me three years to figure out that my daughter doesn’t care what the heck her ride-on toy looks like, just so long as it has wheels and she doesn’t have to work them. As for me…well, I care.
I’m all for a cute halter bikini on me (when I’m in my best possible shape) but on my 3 year old? Call me a fuddy-duddy butI’d prefer something that covers her just a bit more. Besides, slathering suntan lotion all over a constantly moving little body every hour is too darn hard. I say, more fabric!
For some reason I’m always paralyzed when it comes to picking out kids’ furniture. Every time I see something I’m sure I want, I find something else and thus never end up with anything at all.
My friend’s daughter has a thing for bugs. Each year, her mom throws a birthday bash with insect-themed decorations and goody bags. The problem is finding unique gifts for this bug-crazy gal that she doesn’t already have.
I’ve learned not to invest too much in craft supplies for every new project that strikes my girls’ fancy. One moment you’re bringing home fabric paints and the next they’re like, "No mom, we want the Bedazzler!" Both of which, by the way, will end up in the back of a closet before you know it.
My co-editor Kristen is the biggest Project Runway fan ever. And I think she will just fall down and convulse in fits of ecstasy when she learns that Season One winner Jay McCarroll now has a fab bowling bag on sale at Fred Flare for just 60 bucks.
I have a love-hate relationship with photo bags. I actually love the idea of them, but I’m not too crazy about the prices. Unless it’s Marc Jacobs customizing the handbag for you himself, there’s no reason to spend upwards of $250.
I have a friend whose son sleeps with a plastic fish every night. To each toddler his own and all, but if I were a babe picking a bedmate, I’d look at something a bit more un-plastic fishlike. Like, say, the blankets from Martha’s Baby Bundles.
Am I tired of paying $5 for a card to go with every gift for every kid’s birthday party on the block? More like I’m tired of running around the house looking for a sticky note to slap on that puppy. Well, no more.
I have never understood why sunblock is scented like pina coladas, particularly for kids. Do you really want your child smelling like a drunken cruise ship tourist stumbling around Key West?