Kids

Say My Name, Say My Name

As a certifiable word nerd, I’m not a fan of children’s books that seem to be written by marketers and not authors. While I like a good gimmick as much as the next parent, I also want a book that’s worth reading once you get beyond the “look what a cool idea!” stage.

Making Al Gore Proud

I wince every time I take that double plastic bags home from the grocery store, but remembering to bring my own bags, let alone ones that can carry more than a few apples, seems unlikely.

Buy a Bracelet, Save the World

We’ve all been huge admirers (slash patrons) of Lucina ever since we discovered their unbelievably gooooorgeous jewelry that just so happens to help make the word a better place.

O Yeah

Whenever a salesperson tries to push some peacock-feathered and sequined bag on me that will absolutely complete the outfit, I back off.

Ode to Joya

I’m not quite sure how having a baby translates into the desire to babify everything you own. Just because I might dress my baby in cute baby-ish patterns doesn’t mean I want them all over my own accessories.

Nononono…I’M Tiger Woods

Everyone’s favorite Tiger reportedly shot a 48 on a nine-hole course by the ripe old age of two. That seems unbelievably early to me as far as getting the kids swinging, but hey, if you have a budding golf enthusiast (with kabillions in endorsement potential), then we’ve got your gear

“Who Effed Up The Toys???”

I can’t take credit for the headline – it’s was written by my friend Karen as the subject of an email she sent yesterday, alerting us all to yet another toy recall. I’m ready to just dump anything in the toy chest that wasn’t made by hand out from virgin pine by monks.

Looking Smart

I admit to being a bit skeptical when it comes to all these baby products that promote early learning. Is it really necessary to label a baby spoon and bowl with words and pictures?