Random Coolness

Because Kids Need Another Excuse to Lie Around This Summer

Nothing to me says summer quite like lazing in a hammock. That is, after I’ve awkwardly attempted to climb in, fallen off twice, exposed my arse to the world, and settled into a pseudo-comfortable position having left one shoe on the ground and my dignity shattered to bits. Perhaps hammocks should be left to those who really adore them – the kids.

Mothers for Women

While we’ve got no problems with the "ply me with gifts" aspect of Mother’s Day (obviously), we’re no less fans of using the occasion as an opportunity to reflect on how lucky we all are–and pay it forward accordingly.

No More Free Peep Shows

While I’m all for feeding my baby wherever I choose, I’m still getting back into the groove of breastfeeding — meaning, I’m a clumsy mess who can barely undo her nursing bra, let alone doing it discreetly in public.

Making Grandma’s (Mothers’) Day

I am not a diy-er, crafter, Martha-in-training, or whatever you want to call people who have the genius ability to make things that don’t look, well, like they made them. This is not a big deal until my own mother gets on the phone and tells me to "make her something" for Mother’s Day. And I don’t think she’s referring to the new grandbaby on the way.

Scrapbooks Out, Storybooks In

Those fill-in-the-blank baby books didn’t work well for me. While some of the questions didn’t apply, I just didn’t like to leave the pages completely empty–or worse, use the bureaucratic Not Applicable. Eventually, I decided to eschew the preformatted books and put together a baby book of my own design.

Craft Your Way to Unboredom

It’s the phrase all mothers dread: "Mom, I’m booooorrrred!" After the kids have made their way through every puzzle ("I’ve done that"), book ("read it already"), and game ("we played that this morning") in the house, what’s a mom to suggest?

Mind the Gap

Whether you’re pregnant like me, nursing, or just hanging onto a bit of baby weight for nostalgia’s sake, we all have one thing in common: Major boobage.

Coming Out of the Dark

Nothing says motherhood like waking up in the morning to find a little baby with his diaper on half-backwards and the snaps on his onesie done up wrong. Funny things happen at 2:30 AM when you can’t see a damn thing you’re doing.

Making date night a reality with Sitter City

There are a few things about parenting that you just don’t get until you actually have kids. Okay, a lot of things. But one of them is how difficult it is to find reliable, trustworthy childcare if you’re not one of those lucky folks to live near willing family and friends.

Yoga Moms Do It With Zen

With the massive morning sickness-turned awful reflux that I’ve experienced for the last 6 months, I have gone from yoga enthusiast to…well let’s just say a deep forward bend brings with it more than limber muscles (like my breakfast, for instance). Needless to say, I’ve been dying to get back to my practice as soon as my baby is born.

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!