With my daughter’s third birthday rapidly approaching, I’m already in party planning mode. While she’s got definite opinions about her cake and party theme, the party favor bags are my territory.
After I peed on the stick and saw those two pink lines, I did what a lot of newly-pregnant women do: I took 157 books off the bookstore shelves, sat myself down and tried to find just one one that echoed my feelings and thoughts about pregnancy. But most just made me want to run screaming–right to the café, to eat my weight in chocolate.
We all love swapping war stories with another mom friend: You share your potty training adventures, she describes her toddler’s attempts to escape from the crib. By conversation’s end you’re laughing, crying, and grateful for the venting tha
I have developed a wee bit of cynicism about the recent spate of irreverent momoirs and advice books out there for parents. The vast majority have terrific titles…and that’s pretty much where you’ll want to stop reading. So I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect when I heard about Peeing in Peace: Tales and Tips for Type A Moms.
Despite continued reassurance that we only serve delicious meals at our house, my older daughter stubbornly resists trying new foods. The tears, tantrums and intense negotiation are exhausting. For once, I’d like to sit down to a meal without ever uttering the words "…or you can go straight to bed."
Nothing can prepare a first-time pregnant friend for the ordeal that is maternity shopping. Except for maybe you. That is, if you have it in you to dash her expectations that she’ll look adooooorable in those chic low-rise jeans for the entire nine months.
I’m all for books that teach my kids more than just their animals. I mean, cripes, if we have to take the time to read it to them 500 times, it might as well teach them other things too, right? Like how to make their own breakfast, mow the lawn, or even better, make me a cocktail.
New moms will agree that new mom advice is easy to come by. For example, there’s your mother-in-law and her stories about brandy in the baby bottle, or your childless cousin who’s quick to tell you about the evils of television watching. What’s hard to come by, however, is good advice.
As a mama-to-be once again, I am suddenly remembering how absolutely every concern about childbirth and beyond is magnified by sixteen million. It’s not inconceivable that you experience as much anxiety over picking the right pacifier as you do picking the right pediatrician.
When a recent trip left me pondering The Complete Works of Shakespeare versus How to Fix The Kitchen Sink as potential beach reads, I realized I had a problem. The shelves in my home library are overflowing with nonfiction and kids’ books, but the fictional reading selections are positively uninspiring.
In my experience, there are two kinds of grandparents. Those who start every conversation with, "did I tell you the one about ________?" And before you even get to answer, they’re regaling you with every minute detail (again) about The Time I Met Carl from the Army or The Time I Went to The Store and It Was Closed.
We’re not sure if there’s a better mani-pedi read than Real Simple. Admit it, you’re dying to rip out half the pages when the pedicurist turns her head, stuff them in your bag and sneak them home with you. Or maybe you actually have?
Toss your copy of that alarmist pregnancy book, stat. If you really want to know what to expect during pregnancy pick up Stacy Quarty’s Frankly Pregnant: A Candid, Week-by-Week Guide to the Unexpected Joys, Raging Hormones, and Common Experiences of Pregnancy.
Forget the cloth diapers meticulously arranged in the shape of a three-tier cake and get your sister or girlfriend something she’ll really want to use. Like the book, Why Babies Do That: Baffling Baby Behavior Explained by Jennifer Margulis.
I just finished reading Judith Warner’s Perfect Madness: Motherhood in the Age of Anxiety. Considering I haven’t read a book since I became a mother, that in itself should tell you a lot.
If you haven’t figured it out yet, we here at Cool Mom Picks like underground, lesser-known, but just as fabulous cool stuff. Nothing against the mainstream parenting paraphernalia, but there’s something about reading a plainly printed, hand folded zine that makes us giddy. It doesn’t hurt that they feature top-notch work from writers slash parents.