Random Coolness

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!

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.