Month: July 2007

Forget Mr. Right, I found Mr. Klean

You can’t swing a loofa without hitting a specialty beauty product shop. With so many options, I thought I’d keep mine open, play the field. No settling down with one brand for me. Then I hooked me up with my destined spa product soul mate and things all changed.

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Kinda Makes Up For The Sore Nipples

‘m trying not to be offended by the fact that my 5-month-old rejects my boobs to instead watch his sister run around the playground. But while I’d love to refocus his attentions, the thought of a nursing necklace makes me cringe. I get the concept, but it’s tough to find one that I’d actually wear in public.

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How Much Do You Hate Your Inlaws?

If the last thing you imagine doing after delivering your baby is having to call six million family members and answer the same questions over and over again (8 pounds, 2 ounces…yes of course it hurt…I don’t know who he looks like, he’s two hours old!) you’re in luck.

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No Hidden Agendas

Ever since I was introduced to momAgenda, I’ve scoffed at those other datebooks. Try fitting pediatrician appointments, playdates, and field trips for two or more kids into those little spaces and you might as well just write it all on the back of your hand.

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Just the Boost You Need

When my daughter moved from high chair to booster seat I was incredibly disappointed at the selection. We went from ultra modernto cheap and unchic with a flash of the credit card.

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Look Ma, No Tractors

I’ve got girls around the house. So admittedly I’m not as impacted by the shortage of cool boys’ duds out there as my friends who continually beg me to track down "clothes with no tractors." Who knew there was such a backlash against heavy machinery?

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Cooking with the Bambinos

I’m not a cooking enthusiastic, but I do want to encourage my daughter to learn life skills. In other words, I hope she can expand her food prep repertoire beyond instant mac-and-cheese before she heads off to college. Unlike, ahem, her mother.

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