Kids

Dollhouse Meets 2006

I know my daughter would love a dollhouse, however, I just can’t give in to buying a huge pink plastic house with frilly shutters and a white picket fence. Just thinking about it gives me a weird sugar high. Plus, I’d love my next child (perhaps a son?) to be able to enjoy playing with a cool house without having to endure all the oozing girliness.

Keep it Simple, Silly

With all the paintings, knick-knacks, and brightly colored toys in my daughter’s room, it’s a wonder she can actually sleep. Combine that with the busy crib bedding patterns that most stores sell, and it’s overstimulation central in there.

Maximum DenCity

Show me a woman who can resist one of those Cosmo-style "what type are you?" quizzes, and I’ll show you a man in drag. Which means women are going to love the jewelry from independent San Francisco jewelry designer Kim Shephard at her online boutique, Urban Dencity.

Life is Good in the Sack

As I prepare for the arrival of #2, the memories of newborn-domare sneaking back up on me. I distinctly remember bumbling around in the wee hours of the morning trying to change a diaper and resnap the dreaded baby onesie as quickly as possible so not to lose any extra minutes of precious sleep.

Premium Pow-Wow

The Christmas of my childhood generally consisted of a full stocking and one big gift, which we certainly preferred to the alternative of fourteen crappy plastic toys and a few itchy grandma sweaters. It was way cooler to get something like a ballet barre, a rocking horse, or a teepee.

Crazy Legs McGee

While I’m not wholeheartedly welcoming back 80s trends like leggings and cinched belts over long sweaters (Earth to fashion designers, come in…) I am delighted about leg warmers. You heard me, leg warmers. But only because I’m not the one expected to wear them.

What They Don’t Tell You In Lamaze Class

Topping my list of things they really should teach you in your birthing class but don’t (and it’s a long list, believe me) is the variety of afflictions affecting your nether regions, post-baby. Who knew it would be like giving birth all over again!

Luka-ing Good

I know it’s only October, but those gift-giving holidays are just around the corner. And while we know your spouse or sigOth is probably a savvy gift giver, it can’t hurt to gently nudge him in a particular direction.

Rub a Dub Dub, No Toys in My Tub

There’s nothing like anticipating that glorious, uninterrupted, naptime shower only to have to spend an extra ten minutes emptying out all the darn bath toys that are scattered around the bottom of the tub. And the net thing? Please. That holds one rubber duck and my scrub brush, if that.

THE Fall Handbag

Recently a friend asked me for advice on THE handbag for this coming season. I’m the wrong person to ask. Not because I don’t know what the magazines say is THE handbag for fall. But because there are so many fantastic bags that haven’t been deemed THE bag by a fashion editor who, by the way, gets her $6500 THE bag for free.

Give Me Strength!

I’ve always loved the mysticism associated with bamboo. It’s a symbol of long life, protection against evil, and strength–all of which I could use more of these days. Especially strength.

Wear Smocks, Not Spaghetti

I am amazed at how, in the two seconds that I turn my back, my daughter is able to get food inside her sleeves, down the back, under the hems of her jeans. I just never know where a wayward farfalle noodle will end up –or when I’ll actually find it.

Masterpieces To-Go

Considering my daughter can spend upwards of two straight peaceful hours a day drawing and coloring, it would be great if I could find something to help us take her artwork on the go. Oh how much I would pay for a quiet restaurant meal!

Knit Picks

Since we’ve had children, every year in mid-December, my husband asks me, "Shouldn’t we get a family picture taken for our holiday cards?" And…