Kids

Locket 2.0

My grandmother always wore a large butterfly locket containing pictures of her favorite little people so she could "keep us close to her heart." I like the idea of honoring my kids, but wearing a giant silver insect–or most any locket for that matter–just isn’t my thing.

Rock The Boat, Baby

One of the downsides of our charming New York apartment – our toys outnumber our square footage. I fear any holiday gift for the kiddo bigger than a breadbox is going to have trouble finding a permanent home here–except for maybe a breadbox itself. Then at least we could store other toys in it.

Let Your Proud Mama Out

Do you know how hard it is not to wave pictures of my daughter at every passerby? I vowed never to be sucked into thewallet-photo flasher club, however on some occassions, I just can’t help myself.

Only One Sheep Required

As an avid musician, children’s toys and music boxes have all but killed my love for music–it’s nearly impossible to find a nice nursery music maker that isn’t bright yellow and blue and doesn’t play a weird choppy version of Fur Elise. (You know, that awful Beethoven piece that you never want to hear ever again).

Beyond Cheerios and American Cheese

I’m a huge fan of ethnic foods, however any attempts to get my 2-year-old to try curry or sushi has failed miserably. Well, I may just have found a solution that requires neither cooking, nor the hurling of unusual foods in the nice, quiet restaurant.

A Pregnancy Book That Won’t Cause Night Sweats

The combination of hormones and excitement forced me to buy umpteen pregnancy books that caused me anxiety for most of my pregnancy. Other than the few times I referenced them for help with weird uterus pangs and a description of "the mucus plug," the stack of them were better as a nursing stool than source of comfort.

From Field to Fingers

Let’s face it, some parents aren’t gourmet chefs, let alone halfway decent cooks, so when it comes time for solid foods, many of us (and yes I’m raising my hand, here) struggle with the guilt that comes with feeding the kid pears out of a jar.

Dressing the Bambino

I have a thing for kids clothes that just look like…well, kids clothes, as opposed to mini versions of what parents are wearing. Don’t even get me started on blazers for infants and belly-baring toddler tees.

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.