Cool Mom Staff

Cool Mom Staff

We spend our time looking for cool stuff so you don't have to. Hope this one fits the bill.

Glide on the Peace Chain

Everywhere I go I’m seeing dogtags. And no, not just because there’s a military base in town. I’m talking about those blinged out engraved initial ones that look heavier than a bicycle lock. And while I like to keep up with the trends, this is one I’ve been keeping at arm’s length. Until now.

Project Runway, Here You Come

Since becoming a mother, I admit I’m a little lax about certain aspects of my appearance. However when it comes to my bags, I’m so picky that the folks at the local department store know me as The Crazy Purse Woman, who attacks them with questions like "can I get Purse A in the fabric of Purse B with the handles of Purse C?"

Play it Again, Bunny

When I was young, I had a beautiful wooden music box that featured a dancer pirouetting on a mirror inside. It was regaled to a high shelf in my bedroom except for the few times a year when my mom reluctantly pulled it down for me. I’m still bitter whenever I hear "The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy."

Brag Smaller

I’m not a brag book kind of gal. It’s not that I don’t love showing off pics of my daughter–just ask anyone who’s ever come within six inches of me over the past year–it’s that I don’t need yet one more big thing to weigh down my already overloaded bag.

Old and Improved

There is no shortage of great blankets out there to keep your newborn warm, from traditional baby blues and sweet pinks, to retro-modern hipster designs in every shade of chartreuse. But what if you’re yearning for a blanket like the one you had back (ahem,cough) years ago when you were a wee one?

Off The Pages and Onto Your Wall

If you’re anything like me, you love looking at children’s books as much as your kids do. Okay, so maybe not the one I have to read fifteen times a day. But I do fantasize about some of the illustrators coming over to my house and jazzing up my daughter’s room.

One Less Battle in the Morning

We have arrived at the highly unanticipated "I can do it myself" stage in our household.Unfortunately, that includes thingsthat my daughter really can’t do herself, like chopping vegetables with a big pointy knife. So in order to maintain some semblance of my sanity, I’m in the market for anything that fosters independence–and won’t cut off her fingers.

I Got The Check

Check writing may not be as efficient as a debit card or as satisfying as handling actual cash, but to me it’s enjoyable in an old-fashioned pen to paper sort of way. But then again, I still own casette tapes.

What’s Bub Got to Do With It?

When my daughter is a bit older, she’s definitely going to be embarrassed by the nicknames I’ve given her, some of which are so long and absurd, they sound like a combination of Russian and Chinese as said by a person rolling marbles around in her mouth.

Thanks, Made it Myself

Whenever Hillary Lang posts photos of her crafty creations on her blog, Wee Wonderfuls, I sigh and try to imagine what it must be like to have that kind of talent. Mending a sock or sewing on a button, I can handle. Anything more complex gets outsourced.