Random Coolness

Gift Baskets Get a Much-Needed Update

There have been a few occasions for which I have put aside my obsessive gift-picking regimen and sent a gift basket; Iblame it onpostpartum dementia. Not that all gift baskets are bad, but there always seems to be one or two lame additions hidden in there.

Where is the Love? Right Here, In this Book

I’ve got a few friends involved in adoptions these days and I’ve gotta say, it’s really hard to find the perfect gift. I love the idea of something unique to their circumstances, but not all of them are the types to wear an "I’m an adoptive parent" tee shirt either. Then I stumbled across the Adoption Book and I thought, aha! That’s it!

Sucking Face

All hail the binkie, that great pacifier (pun intended) of babies, and best friend to sleep-deprived new mamas across the globe. However if I have one complaint about them, it’s that they fit ever so perfectly out the crib slats at 3 am. I have more experience with this than I’d care to detail.

The Pregnant Woman’s Dignity Saver

I don’t care how convincing the saleswoman in the overpriced maternity shop is when she assures you "oh but no, our super-overpriced maternity pants can’t possibly fall down around your ankles every time you bend over"–she’s lying. And I have the incriminating plumber’s butt snapshots this pregnancy to prove it.

This Little Piggie

I’m not the type of person who avoids walking under ladders or reschedules meetings because my horoscope tells me to. But I admit that when I heard that babies born this year, according to Chinese astrology, would be the very blessed and rare Golden Pigs – I gave my pregnant belly a little rub and smiled from ear to ear.

Whitney Biennial, Here We Come

I rarely brag about my toddler, however, I will say that at 2.5 years old, she’s drawing better than I am. The only problem I have is figuring out what to do with the piles of colorless pencil drawings she creates daily, except tape them to the fridge and pop the rest in an old shoe box.

Please, Just Don’t Call it “Aunt Flo”

Angst-ridden tweens need information about crazy life stuff. It’s our job as parents to provide them with just enough to to answer their questions, but not so much that it scares the living daylights out of them. And as cool as we can appear on the outside, the thought of discussing that first menstrual period may scare the living daylights out of us too.

All the Stuff You Convince Yourself You Need

I think I can safely say that I was not alone in my amazement that something so small and helpless as a new baby could possibly need so much stuff. I didn’t know what gear was necessary and what was merely clever marketing, and after factoring in all the unsolicited advice from well-meaning veteran moms about bouncy seat A versus bouncy seat B, I was overwhelmed to say the least.

Save Your Baggies for Veggies

There comes a time in every mom’s life when she realizes that that diaper bag she once spent hours (weeks? months?) choosing, is often obsolete. Sometimes you just want to grab a few diapers and wipes, stuff them in a Ziplock bag, and run out the door. But that wouldn’t be very stylish now, would it.

The One Thing You Won’t Want to Unwrap This Holiday

If you’re of the Christmas-celebrating persuasion, surely you’ve already spent months ensuring your little angel baby will be perfectly coiffed this season, with a different fabulous outfit for every party, every family dinner, every opportunity to be fawned over in public. But have you considered the diaper?