Kids

Jackson Pollock for Your Ears

Whenever I hear about a new "alternative" kids album, I grab it off the shelf, listen hopefully to the acoustic arrangement of "Sheri Had a Little Lamb" (or whatever) and bang my discerning ear drums against a wall. To me, music should be serious business. And by business, I mean something more tolerable than your average American Idol tryout. More artistic integrity, less Sanjaya.

Sunday Driver

When I first had a baby I remember very distinctly getting the single word of advice: Zutano. My friend turned out to know what she was talking about. I loved the mix and match, durable styles for newborns, never having any idea that this mom-and-pop run company (turned fashion force to be reckoned with) also made cool stuff that older kids could get into. Now I know.

Family Jules

Keepsakes make me cringe (sorry, keepsake fans) as do sappy baby mama gifts. This is not because I’m some sort of cynical, unfeeling hipster, but rather because I’ve found most baby mementos to be anywhere from meaningless to downright goofy.

Viva La Revolution!

I’m always looking for great political kids’ tees because really, what is more 2007 than a toddler with a cause? But the fact is, most of the threads look like the design was an afterthought. Why can’t socially-conscious families dress their kids in hip clothes too? Does it always have to look like some guy in the mall just stamped "No War" on a ratty tee in iron-on letters and called it a day?

Saving the Earth One Sore Nipple at a Time

We know the decision to breastfeed has nothing to do with saving the planet. But when you’re slathering on the Lansinoh, it’s nice to have in the back of your mind that you’re doing something more than just sustaining your own flesh and blood (like there’s a more honorable cause).

Git Along Little Raindrops

With two little girls, I’ve got boxes full of dress-up clothes for rainy days. Fringed flapper dresses, feather boas, and sequinned high heels – they’ve got it all. But why should girls have all the fun?

Oooooh, Balmy

I’ve got enough in my diaper bag without having to worry about the hundred products I might want to add come spring–Calamine, lip balm, Neosporin, blah blah blah. But after trying a sample of Bye Bye Boo Boo from Zen Momma, I think I’ve just pared down my kit by about 16 pounds.

A-List Teddies

Sure, your toddler loves that ratty old blankie – it goes everywhere that he does. But did you ever stop to think about what that ratty old blankie says about you and your style…or lack thereof? I shudder to think.

Step Aside, Batman

I’m all for supporting my daughter’s wild imagination as my blouses become herbeautiful gowns and that old ratty dish towel, a magical cape. The only thing I don’t love is the argument that precedes almost every trip out the house when we have to leave her creative outfits behind.

We’re Gonna Rock This House

How can you not be intrigued by a band referred to as "the Aerosmith of kids music?" This isn’t to say that they’re going to cast the lead singer’s barely legal daughter as a Lolita in their next music video, but if you stick with the music part – that’s a pretty accurate description of South Jersey boys and much lauded kid rockers Ernie and Neal.

Vintage Fabrics Go to Waist

While I rarely take the time to accessorize myself, I love finding just the right adornments to complete my daughters’ outfits. No matter how cute the clothes themselves may be, it’s often the hair clip or the cardigan or the belt that perfects the look.

Golden Girl

I’m feeling like I need a little more delicate in my life these days. Perhaps it’s the fact that I’m nearing that 40 week of pregnancy mark…or maybe it’s just Spring.

Clips That Stay In? Be Still My Heart.

Not to brag, but my girls have quite lovely hair: Think spun silk. However, it’s a bear to style since elastics tangle easily, and barrettes slide right out. If my preschooler was more open to me fussing with her hair for 36 bazillion hours at a sitting it might not be so much of a problem.

What’s That Saying About Denial?

I’ve entirely accepted that fact that I must carry a diaper bag when I’m out with my kids. I know plenty of women however, who don’t care how much the thing looks like a regular handbag, it still screams "mommy" too much for their liking. Of course I think the diaper clutch, leaky bottles, and wet wipes spilling out of their purse does that regardless.

The Joys of Boys

I never truly realized the value of baby powder until I had a boy — need I say more? But with a baby with sensitive skin, I wasn’t going to settle for just any powder.

Getting All Felt Up

I love watching my daughter’s imagination in action. She sets the table for five so her imaginary friend can eat too, and there’s no end to the litany of cool animal pals that she describes as stopping by for a visit at bedtime.