Kids

Coloring Books Meet Couture

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.

See How They Run

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.

Out of This World

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.

Let’s Go Fly a Kite

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.

Shiny Pretty Things

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.

You Are What You Carry

There’s something frustrating about spending a month searching for the perfect handbag, only to proudly wear it out of the house the first time…and run into four other people proudly wearing it out of the house. I really think there should be a rule against that.

Kids Music, 90210

If Patrick Dempsey likes a particular crib or Courteney Cox is enamored with her new sling, I’m more than delighted for them. Really. But a celeb endorsement just doesn’t weigh too heavily in my opinion of a product. However when I hear that there’s a kids’ album out by the preschool music teacher for all of Beverly Hills–okay, I’ve got to admit I stop and take note.

God Save the Feet


For a woman like me with an utter and undeniable shoe fetish, it absolutely blows my mind that my daughter owned a single pair of shoes until she was actually walking. Who was this practical mom? And will she please stay away until after baby #2 comes along in a couple of months?

Art You Can Climb All Over

A rocking horse is one of the essential staples of the traditional American nursery. But what if you don’t have the traditional American nursery? If you’ve taken the time to pick out the perfect Oeuf dresser and Svan table and chairs, those little ponies with the synthetic manes just may not cut it in the junior bedroom.

You Oughta Be in Pictures

My toddler’s going through that self-awareness phase right now. She loves to preen in front of the bathroom mirror and make silly faces at her reflection windows. Not surprisingly, Rosie’s new MeMovies are the greatest thing to hit our household since the swaddling blanket.

Mini Queens of Mod

Once upon a time, a doll featuring huge eyes, long lashes and skimpy skirts wouldn’t call to mind tasteless mass produced slut dolls that enrage millions of moms; but rather hip 60s-era fashion icons.

Shopping With a Conscience

I simply can’t say enough about HandCrafting Justice, a partnership in which women from developing countries have an opportunity to better their lives by making and selling handmade items under decent working conditions for fair wages. The organization absolutely stole my heart with their mission of economic justice for women – to say nothing of the fantastic items they offer on the website.

Hey, Joe

Have I mentioned that my kitchen and its various electrical appliances intimidate me? That sometimes even the the relatively benign coffee pot has turned on me in my hour of need? One morning not long ago, it tried to brew up something completely undrinkable, thereby ruining my entire day. Lack of decent coffee has that effect on me.

Twinkle Toes

I think that most every girl dreams of being a ballerina at some point. I did, even as I was rolling in mud puddles or pummeling a soccer ball. I confess in fact that I still harbor fantasies of a steamy pas de deux with Baryshnikov.
Oh, Misha. If only.