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More coolness from recent weeks…
Baby Gifts of a Different Stripe
I’m always stuck on what to get the newborn who has everything; particularly when that newborn isn’t the first to hit the household. All I know is, another package of onesies or flannel receiving blankets do not top my list.
Tattoos Aren’t Just For Sailors
If you’ve got a family that’s planning to take you out out to brunch on the 14th, make sure they’re coiffed and clad in mom-worshipping style. Something like the Tattoo Heart Mom shirts from Inky Dink Tees.
Showing Off the Kiddos, Old School
With the digital age upon us, there’s no shortage of pictures of my kids.But unlessI want to myfriends huddling aroundmy laptop,there’s no actual enjoyment of my handiwork (the kids and the photos) to be had. I think it’s high time I develop a few of the photos and get an album that’s just as beautiful as the kids inside.
The Mercedes of Child Carriers
Sometimes when we hear about a latest/greatest/hottest new kids product we try it out and it really isn’t all that. (Snap, snap.) I know this is hard to believe–brace yourselves–but just because Courtney Cox-Arquette was given something for free doesn’t necessarily make it awesome.
Oh, Bull
There’s something about kids tee designers and bad puns that seem to go hand in hand. Not sure what it is, but we’ve come across enough "chick magnet" tees featuring little baby chickens (Get it? Get it?) to lasts a lifetime.
God Save the Mommy
While Mother’s Day is a great opportunity to demand plenty of respect, adulation and pampering from the family, you shouldn’t be averse to being treated like royalty the other 364 days of the year.
Bonnets, Brooklyn Style
I may gravitate to the classic and the traditional, but I don’t dress my girls like we live on a little house on the prairie. Thoughts of calico dresses and frilly bonnets give me Nellie Olsen flashbacks. No thank you.
Crib Sheets Made for Sleeping
As adorable as they generally are, kids can be an assault on the senses. Their rooms are littered with plastic toys, most of which emit ear-splitting sounds and require daily battery changes, and their walls are painted with rainbows and clowns and construction equipment. Is it any wonder that the darlings have trouble falling asleep in there?
The Writing on the Wall
As far as I’m concerned, one of the best parts about being the grown up in the house involves the simple fact that I can write whatever I’d like on the walls if I so choose.
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.
Lick My Manolo
Mother’s Day is the perfect opportunity for me to troll for two of my favorite indulgences – accessories, and chocolate. Although I admit I wasn’t expecting to encounter both rolled into one.
Don’t Miss Another Shot
I am one of those moms with my camera always at the ready. (Seriously, it’s annoying and when my kids can talk they will tell you as much.)
How Do You Say “Awesome” in Italian?
As a lover of all things multi-cultural, I am on the hunt for quality baby gear that is both inclusive and multilingual. I mean, I get the charm of diapers embroidered with ‘Oui Oui!’ but I’ve been looking for something a little more…classic.
Jackson Pollock for Your Ears
Whenever I hear about a new "alternative" kids album, I grab it off the shelf, listen hopefully to the acoustic arrangement of "Sheri Had a Little Lamb" (or whatever) and bang my discerning ear drums against a wall. To me, music should be serious business. And by business, I mean something more tolerable than your average American Idol tryout. More artistic integrity, less Sanjaya.
Cards For Moms Who are More Than Moms
I never saw myself as the mommy calling card type – you know, someone who would have a stack of cutesie little cards giving me a job title like "So-and-So’s Mommy" But then, I never saw calling cards like the ones from Hello Ink.
Born Into Luxury
The selection of the perfect moses basket has become one of those over-the-top rituals of the new mother-to-be. I can’t tell you how many friends I saw absolutely frenetic over finding exactly the right first sleepy place for their new little guy or gal.
Nursing in Vogue
With baby #1 I was all about the receiving blanket when I nursed al fresco. This time around, I’m doing it in higher style. The nursing cover-ups from My Turtle Baby may in fact be the best-looking ones I’ve ever seen.
Sunday Driver
When I first had a baby I remember very distinctly getting the single word of advice: Zutano. My friend turned out to know what she was talking about. I loved the mix and match, durable styles for newborns, never having any idea that this mom-and-pop run company (turned fashion force to be reckoned with) also made cool stuff that older kids could get into. Now I know.
Finding Your Child Through Art
My five year old is on a mission to find herself–not through junior self-help seminars, but in every movie poster, magazine ad, or book cover she sees. Mimi will exclaim, "I’ll pretend to be that little girl in the picture, Momma. You can be the cow." (I don’t love being the cow.)
Finding Nemo? Well, Not Here.
Boys can be just as fickle as girls, and household budgets can’t always accommodate tastes that shift each time a new cartoon hits the big screen.
Family Jules
Keepsakes make me cringe (sorry, keepsake fans) as do sappy baby mama gifts. This is not because I’m some sort of cynical, unfeeling hipster, but rather because I’ve found most baby mementos to be anywhere from meaningless to downright goofy.