One of the first things I noticed about my amazing newborn daughter (aside from her obvious beauty and superior intellect) was that she would jerk herself awake throughout the night. And really, what’s more frustrating than watching all of your hard putting-the-baby-to-sleep-work go to waste?
I’m not entirely sure if there really is a baby boom right now, or if I’m just more aware of every stroller on the street since having kids myself.
Starting today, it’s back.
The other day, my son and I were wandering aimlessly in a children’s clothing shop when I started humming along to the piped in music. "Wait a minute," I said. "That’s Rosie Flores! Awesome!" An iTunes search for the song led me to The Bottle Let Me Down: Songs for Bumpy Wagon Rides.
Despite my irrational fear of fish touching me in the ocean (damn you, Spielberg!) I wanted to make sure my daughters fell in love with the water from the start.
I’m convinced kids will put pretty much anything in their mouths that’s personalized just for them. Of course I’ve only tried it with pancakes, and birthday cake – not like those need much help going down.
My reaction to finding this tee: Ha!
Needless to say, I was thrilled to hear about Hyena Cart, an online community where moms can sell their handmade wares–and the rest of us, luckily, can buy them.
When my son arrived, I wanted to include my daughter in the announcements. I figured what the heck, let’s force the whole sharing thing on them early.
I’ve never been the Grace Kelly type, although I certainly admired her style. I just couldn’t pull off a pearl choker over a cashmere twin set without looking like I was in a costume. But boy do I like pearls.
Moms seem to fall into two categories: Those who never finished their baby books, and those who are like, "what baby book?" At this point, I’m falling into both categories, one for each child. Mea culpa!
Sometimes I come across one-of-a-kind artwork that’s just so wow, I’m almost tempted not to share it here. Because if you like it before I get around to clicking "add to my cart," I lose.
If I were a designer, I would create excellent dolls that looked like turkey on rye. But thank goodness designer Esther Schuivens is Esther Schuivens, and her line of fabulous Esthex softies are inspired by a non-sandwich cast of characters.
After receiving a sample of the Cozy Cocoon, I admit I was skeptical. A single piece of fabric that you just stick your baby in, like a sock? It can’t be that simple to swaddle, can it?
God love the Wonderpets soundtrack, but I’m just about one long car ride away from "accidentally" cracking the CD in half. So on a recent trip, I was happy to have another CD on hand to try out: The premier album from NY-based kids band, The Jimmies, Make Your Own Someday: Silly Songs for the Shorter Set.
My daughter has officially reached that very important developmental milestone known as the sticker age. If it’s got an adhesive back, then to her it’s the single greatest thing since ice cream–Scotch tape included.
I am all for spending a little more on an article of kid’s clothing if it’s gorgeous, well made, good for multiple uses, and particularly if it’s supporting a small business. And now that I have a second daughter, I’ve got a new trick: Just look at any price and divide it in half – 50% for each child. Isn’t justification wonderful?
I’m an old-fashioned kind of mom. You won’t find tubes of yogurt in my refrigerator, licensed characters on my kids’ sheets, or a portable DVD player in my car. I don’t care whether we’re driving five miles or flying five hundred miles – Dora is not my co-pilot.
The one drawback to Mother’s Day is that it gives some people the idea that you only need to be thanked, rewarded, and otherwise showered with praise one day a year. Beg to differ. We (I) need all the gratuitous "good job" and "you’re pretty" type accolades we (I) can get.
As our nation’s kids head back to school–and soccer practice–with visions of bending it like the newly green carded David Beckham, I say get them a little gear to go with the aspirations.