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.

Whose Books Are These Anyway?

I’m happy to lend out my daughter’s 1,278 books, however, I can’t be bothered penning our name and phone number in every single one. But without some type of identifying mark, I have a feeling I’ll never see them again.

Just Don’t Call it Scrapbooking

I cannot tell you exactly why I still have my Junior Prom corsage stuffed away in a shoebox between old report cards and notes my best friend passed me in French class, but I do. I mean, I didn’t even like the guy and he cheaped out on the champagne. But throwing away the things feels too much like throwing away the memories. Which also explains why I’m already on shoebox number three for my year-old daughter.

My Kingdom for an Hour of Sleep

As a new mom, I had heard that swaddling was the answer to my sleep deprivation. I tried to make that perfectly tight burrito blanket the nurses achieved so effortlessly in the hospital, only for my daughter to free her hands in a matter of seconds and commence screaming.

Ring Me

Whoever decided diamond rings were the ultimate symbol of love never to be removed from one’s fourth finger, certainly didn’t take care of a toddler.

Journal-ist

While every new mom-to-be has an insane list of things she needs (wipe warmers not withstanding), there’s nothing cooler than getting her something she needs but doesn’t yet know she needs.

Baby in Red

When you’re fresh out of the maternity ward, you can hardly be counted on to brush your teeth, let alone pick out coordinated accessories…

Independence From Pink

As anyone familiar with New York knows, tonight the FDR drive will be lined with junior firework watchers wearing–what else–black. It’s not that they don’t love America in the big city; it’s just that red white and blue screams Wayward Tourist Lost on the Way to Madame Tussaud’s.