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.
Oh, the poor, lowly, neglected baby brush. As essential as this item is to the nursery–or at least to ours, with our messy-haired daughter–the options are limited to the free crappy one that comes along with some baby bath essential gift set, or an absurdly expensive sterling one that needs more polishing and attention than the baby herself. Where are all the cool brushes?
Now that Spring is here, that necessary evil known as the spontaneous downpour is in your immediate future. Of course to your kids, it’s not evil at all–just necessary. How else would they be able to jump in puddles, destroy their overpriced shoes, soil their pants, and generally make us crazy?
I always loved jack-in-the-boxes as a kid, but you’ve got to admit, there was something about that original "Jack" that was pretty creepy. Clowns are generally a little questionable anyway, come to think of it, let alone one intended to scare the bejeezus out of a preschooler by design.
One thing pregnant women and new mothers are definitely not lacking is a variety of information sources–some more desired (Cool Mom Picks) than others (the mother-in-law with some very interesting views on putting whiskey in the bottle). But picking and choosing from among the stacks of books and lists of URLs can be daunting. And frankly, who has that kind of energy these days? Sometimes a passive medium like TV is just what the doctor ordered.
My first concert: Elvis. I was four. And I was singing at the top of my lungs.
Now, three decades later, I’m more in love with music than ever.
All the 3-going-on-14 little girl’s clothes have forced me to become a traditionalist when it comes to dressing my daughter. I’m into the fairly standard tops, bottoms, and dresses — no ridiculous mini skirts or shiny half-shirts for my toddler. But when it comes to shoes, I like to live on the wild side.
I’m a sucker for great packaging when it comes to beauty products. I know, I know (for all of you with way more common sense)…it’s what is inside that counts, but I can’t help being attracted to funky, fresh designs. So trust me when I tell you that Mama Mio has got both the inside and the outside covered.
As a fairly style conscious woman, I always thought that looking put together, in body, mind and home was an easy, natural thing. Until I had a kid. And then another one. And nowit takes as much energy as I can muster just to pick out a bag that goes with my barely matching outfit.
Why is it that it’s acceptable to have fifteen purses in your closet that serve very specific functions, but then people look at you funny if you want to register for more than one diaper bag? Sometimes a girl needs a little variety. And there’s no more perfect time for a new bag than the first day of Spring.
Yes, we’d all like to be the type to embrace and adore every crease and crevice, every jiggle and wiggle in our figures as we evolve from imperfect to imperfect and pregnant; but I’m afraid those types are limited to Dove ads and Dr. Phil segments. So I don’t know about you, but I’m willing to try pretty much anything to stave off the dreaded stretch marks.
I’m not always crazy about theme-y kids albums. 100 Songs About Spiders – whoopie. But when I hear the theme revolves around my own home base of Brooklyn, En-Why–well then I have to check it out
Even tomboys need hair clips; after all, how are you supposed to catch a frog if your hair keeps falling into your face? But unfortunately most of them are so…girlie.
My daughter is a certified coloring addict. We’ve no shortage of crayons, coloring books, and completed pages (and walls)all over our house — and if I have to color another Elmo, I might just lose my mind.
In the spring, a mother’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of… shoes, of course! I love browsing the ballet flats and strappy sandals available for my little girls. But I get tired of the selection at my local big box store, and don’t like paying the extra bucks for shoes adorned with the latest TV character du jour.
We know there’s no shortage of leather baby booties on the market these days — all of which are terribly cute and perfect for those crawlers and early-walkers. But if you’relooking for a shoe that no one else in the playgroup is likely to have,you might give Cute Baby Shoes a try.
I hadn’t flown a kite since I was a littlekid at the Jersey shore, but on a beautiful windy day at the beach last year, my daughter and I spent hours watching our little kite fly — until it broke and we had to retire it way too soon.
I am what you might call a classic mom when it comes to accessorizing. It’s easier to wear the same pair of diamond studs every day than to navigate the continuum between tasteful, trendy, and tacky. Boring? Guilty as charged.
I’m not crazy about saccharine-sweet girls’ clothes. Too much pink and lace and I start to get a toothache. But real sugar? Bring it on, baby.