We’re already huge fans of Baby Loves Disco, and for good reason. Any child-friendly event that combines ABBA, hummus, and beeris on the top of my list. But add a contest and prizes to the mix and we’re talking serious business.
Now that my daughter actually has hair (kind of) my latest obsession is tracking down cool hair clips for her with the hopes that one day she might actually let me put one on her. It’s a cheaper hobby than shoe shopping, that’s for sure.
While I love diving into the cozy cashmeres and comfy knits again, I hate saying goodbye to all the bright, promising floral prints of Spring. So when I found the little girl’s Blossom Keyhole Tunic at Abe Jones, my finger edged towards that "buy" button without a second thought.
I’ve got quite a few friends who are expecting October or November babies and heck, that’s not really too far off. I need to get my gift-giving head out of summer romper land and start considering more appropriate suggestions.
I really dig that the Mod-1970s thing has made a comeback, if only so my son can grow up with groovy items, just like the ones his old mom had when Marsha Brady was trying out for cheerleader.
As a musician with way too many closets full of instruments, I’ve got a soft spot for kids threads that show off our love of all things melodic.
We’ve all been huge admirers (slash patrons) of Lucina ever since we discovered their unbelievably gooooorgeous jewelry that just so happens to help make the word a better place.
I’m always of the mind that you can never be without a blanket when you’ve got kids. I’d sooner leave the house without a spare diaper than without a spare blanket. I’m not exaggerating.
Children of the seventies: If you’ve ever crashed out in a bean bag chair in front of the Partridge Family, raise your hand. Yep, me too.
I have learned in a relatively short time that kids love anything with their names on it. It doesn’t matter if it’s spelled out in English, Greek, or hieroglyphics–in which case you could kind of fake it, come to think of it. There’s no better gift.
Having recently addressed far too many baby announcements, it’s a little disconcerting to think of the percentage that will end in the trash soon after delivery. Not just because of the cost to me, but the cost to the environment. I think like 36 trees must have given their lives so my grandmother could show off the baby to her friends.
I am definitely no domestic goddess, so when I’m in the kitchen, I need both eyes on what I’m doing. Now stick my daughter in there with me, standing precariously on a kitchen chair so she can "help" and neither she nor my lasagna are entirely safe.
Now that my daughter has mastered the fine art of bike riding (at least on the downhills), there’s no way she’s going to let the progressively earlier sunsets cramp her freewheeling style.
While I spent way too much time searching for the perfect baby bedding, when it came to the cribmattress, I pretty much just closed my eyes and pointed.
So here’s a trick: Put a photo of yourself on your child’s lunchbox before sending her off to school. She’ll be more likely to eat those carrot sticks you packed instead of trying to trade them for Ho-Hos, what with you standing over her like that.
There seems to be two kinds of bibs out there – the cute ones you put on the kids for company but that leaves most of their clothes exposed, and the full body armor you haul out for spaghetti night. We’ve finally found something perfectly in between.
Whenever a salesperson tries to push some peacock-feathered and sequined bag on me that will absolutely complete the outfit, I back off.
Here’s a hint that I’ve learned: If you are online shopping for a swaddling blanket and the photos don’t show the babies smiling or at least sleeping peacefully, slowly back away from the laptop.
I remember reading somewhere that color has such impact on behavior and mood, that babies in yellow nurseries actually cry more than babies in blue nurseries. So guess who has a yellow nursery? Hello.