Bling for Braniacs

Bling for Braniacs

I’ve got a nagging fear that today’s generation of girls, growing up in Swarovski-studded shirts that say future model, are in for quite a shock when they get older and do not, in fact, turn out to be models. Some of them might become icky things like...
A Taste For Bourbon

A Taste For Bourbon

I am so not the matchy-matchy type, and anyone who’s ever seen me pushing a red stroller with a purple blanket and a floral orange diaper bag will nod vigorously in agreement. But if you’re the type who would like to stylistically streamline your stroller...
Forget Mr. Right, I found Mr. Klean

Forget Mr. Right, I found Mr. Klean

You can’t swing a loofa without hitting a specialty beauty product shop. With so many options, I thought I’d keep mine open, play the field. No settling down with one brand for me. Then I hooked me up with my destined spa product soul mate and things all...
Kinda Makes Up For The Sore Nipples

Kinda Makes Up For The Sore Nipples

I’m trying not to be offended by the fact that my 5-month-old rejects my boobs to instead watch his sister run around the playground. But while I’d love to refocus his attentions, the thought of a nursing necklace makes me cringe. I get the concept, but...
Heal the World Through Dolls

Heal the World Through Dolls

I remember, with some regret, the first doll my daughter was given. It was made from a heavy plastic and had a gigantic wobbly head — certainly not something I’d like to cuddle up with in bed. So when I saw the adorable felt dolls from Lindie &...
The Family That Spells Together…

The Family That Spells Together…

It’s true that works of kiddie-style art rarely resemble anything that can be described as art, or style. Seriously, how many ways can you draw a cartoon bear? But now b.grafik studio offers a gallery of contemporary alphabet works that the whole family can...
Shades of Brilliance

Shades of Brilliance

I see the racks of kid’s sunglasses at the superstores and while the hot pink princess shades might seem terribly cute to my daughter, they do nothing to protect her from the sun–or make me keen on buying them. If you’ve got beach weekends or pool...
Dribble Me This, Dribble Me That

Dribble Me This, Dribble Me That

We’ve officially landed in drool central at my house, and while necessity has forced me past my bib aversion, it has not yet led me to one that makes drool look fabulous. Until now. Meet my new obsession — the Dribbler from Cool Mom Picks favorite site...