Playing Like it’s 1899

Playing Like it’s 1899

by | Kids

Kids today, they’ve got it so good. Back in my day, toys were made of plastic. We played with their semisynthetic choloride polymer parts, and no one complained. But now we’ve grown up and want something completely better for our offspring, something like...
Who Has Time to Scrapbook?

Who Has Time to Scrapbook?

by | Random Coolness

Don’t ask me why exactly I still have the ribbons off the generic going-home gift the hospital gave us, but I do. I save and document everything, which is all well and good when you’ve got a first year baby journal to fill up, but after that you’re...
Your Kid the TV Star

Your Kid the TV Star

by | Entertainment + Media

The consensus at Cool Mom Picks headquarters is that we don’t love licensed character products as a first choice for gifts. The only problem is, our kids generally do. So being the lovingparentsthat we are, we’ll occasionally cross the line to make our...
It’s All in the Cards

It’s All in the Cards

by | Cards + Stationery

There are a few things in life that you don’t realize you need until someone gives you it to you. And then you can’t believe you ever lived without them. Like that battery operated "massager." Thin Mints in the freezer. And personalized note...
There’s a Rocket in My Pocketbook

There’s a Rocket in My Pocketbook

by | Random Coolness

I’m embarrassed to say it took me a long time to learn mommy lesson #416: No matter how much of a rush you are in, never throw a bottle or sippy cup into your purse. The learning curve cost me a new cell phone battery and way too many hours getting orange juice...
Welcome to the World. Love Your Outfit.

Welcome to the World. Love Your Outfit.

by | Baby, Kid Style

The way I see it, the poor little gestating fetus has been naked for a full nine months. It’s only fair that once he or she starts breathing oxygen that you swap that hospital-issue swaddling blanket and ugly cap for something a bit more worthy.The new...
Touch My Tummy. No, Really.

Touch My Tummy. No, Really.

by | Random Coolness

Now that I’m pregnant the second time around, I had forgotten about the insane, intrusive, totally bizarre need for strangers to accost you on the street and touch your stomach. On the other hand, I have no qualms about letting friends grab the belly. And if...