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Mod Onesies, Mod-Era Prices
If my mother wants to buy my girls clothes from Neiman Marcus, who am I to argue? But you won’t find me in there. Yeah, I’m practical. Maybe too practical. I want the cute designs you see on designer onesies, but it’s so hard for me to shell out the bucks when I know that they’ll be coated in bodily fluids in no time.
Twinkle Toes
I think that most every girl dreams of being a ballerina at some point. I did, even as I was rolling in mud puddles or pummeling a soccer ball. I confess in fact that I still harbor fantasies of a steamy pas de deux with Baryshnikov.
Oh, Misha. If only.
Don’t Get Mad, Get Shopping
If for some insane reason, the man you woke up next to this morning did not shower you with myriad expressions of his undying love, affection and willing monogamy, do not panic. Do not cry. Simply take matters into your own hands.
Watch Out Cartier, There’s a New Designer in Town
I think I’ve officially exhaustedthe pawning off of my daughter’s artwork to her grandmothers as gifts. Her cute drawing on plain white paper is a hard sell as a birthday gift, when you gave the same thing a few months back at Christmas.
The Perfect Cards for Imperfect Kids
In an ideal world, every child would rush to the craft drawer immediately following his birthday and handwrite a heartfelt thank you note to acknowledge each gift. After which, he’d clean up his workspace.
Anarchy in the Toy Chest
When I was a kid, like so many others, I was convinced that my toys came alive at night and had tea parties. I only wished that I could catch them, just once, and join in the fun.
Another Good Reason to Bathe Daily
More and more, I am asked by friends to point them towards something reeeeeally special for their cousin’s/sister’s/husband’s supervisor’s wife’s baby shower. Not just the same old special that I recommended to someone else, but reeeeeeeally special. I’m pleased to say I now have a new option to add to the list.
Two Heads are Better Than One
Anyone can bring a cute fluffy dog, bear, or if you’re really fancy, elephant, to a baby shower or kid’s party. But if you’re going for the award for coolest aunt, uncle, or mom around, thenI suggest grabbing a two-headed Squeakum from Devout.
The Rhythm is Gonna Get You
With the abundance of battery operated musical instruments out there screeching out some bizarre electronic form of "Twinkle Twinkle," I find it totally refreshing when I stumble upon some really great instruments that kids actually have to play themselves.
Equally Suited to Carrying Diapers and Big Slabs of Meat
When I had my first child, the hospital sent me home with this pastel green diaper bag with little Peter Rabbits all over it. It was cute. Really. It was. However, getting the husband to carry it without complaining–well you can only imagine.
Cooking When Cooking’s the Last Thing You Want to Do
Let’s get one thing straight right away: I don’t cook. I avoid it whenever possible. I’m not good at it, I don’t enjoy it, and I’m damn lucky that my husband is happy to take over in this department. When I’m on duty, it’s Frosted Mini Wheats all around!
Almost Sweeter Than Candy
It wasn’t so bad growing up with an uber-organic mother. Until suddenly a candy-giving holiday crops up and you have to settle for some bizarre carob ball and a coloring book.
No Tipping Required for This Valet
These daysI’m finding myselftorn between grabbing my fabulous yet unwieldy diaper bag, and stuffingone of thosediaper clutches into my already cluttered purse. But thanks to mom and designer Adrienne Jones, I’ve now got a third option.
I Got Your Valentine’s Day Gift Right Here, Baby
Ask any guy what he wants for Valentine’s Day and I guarantee you it tilts more towards the naughty then the romantic. My feeing? Save the gushy cards and get a little wild for your man.
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.
Kimono My House
I go by that old shopping adage that if you’re unsure about something, walk away; if you’re still thinking about it the next week, it was meant to be. (I also sometimes go by the adage, what the
Promoting Truth, Justice, and Phthalate-Free Fun
There is hardly an American child alive who doesn’t go through a superhero fantasy phase. When my daughter decides she wants to be Wonder Woman, or Super Girl, or The Amazing Flying Ballerina-Lawyer, I will happily indulge her. But not with those scary dioxin-emitting plastic costumes from the store.
How Much Do You Love Me?
Valentine’s Day is just around the corner, and you know what that means – graciously allowing your significant other to demonstrate the depth and breadth of love felt for you in terms of pricey baubles and overpriced red roses. Me? I’ll settle for just the baubles.
Haute Chairs
I love my old-fashioned wooden high chair but I admit, every time I see those little teddy bears on the fabric seat it came with it makes me cringe, just a little. In fact, I’m sort of glad when my daughter gets tomato sauce all over it, because that’s just a few more bears I don’t have to look at for the time being.
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.
Mom Loves Pink Loves Brown
I’ve gotten so used to emailing people that when I actually need to write a nice little note, I’ve had to resort to white computer paper and a business envelope.How embarrassing!