A baby monitor for your iPhone? Sure. What the heck.

A baby monitor for your iPhone? Sure. What the heck.

I remember that time we went to visit my folks for the holidays, and in the midst of packing the presents and the pack-n-play, I somehow forgot the baby monitor. Well, I was sure I’d hear the baby when she woke up. But by the time I went to check on her I...
Dear Santa, Call me back!

Dear Santa, Call me back!

If there’s one thing I love about the holiday season, it’s that delightful little perk of being able to tell the kids they have to behave or Santa won’t bring them anything for Christmas. (Holiday blackmail: Just another service I offer as a...
When good things happen to good people

When good things happen to good people

Remember that awesome $5k Intel tech makeover we got to help give away this fall? And you helped vote for the winners? And you were kind of hoping it was you but realized that the people who won were so deserving that you felt perfectly great about it? Right! That...
I’m dreaming of a white Christmas table

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas table

I’ve been a fan of white serving pieces ever since my mother taught me that the food should be the star of the dishes, and not the dishes themselves. (Of course that presumes that I am capable of creating star-like food to begin with. Thank goodness for...
Calendar girl

Calendar girl

I’m a minimalist where it comes to calendars.  I know some moms live and die by their beloved organizers, but give me a compact monthly view calendar at my fingertips and I’m set.The 18-month Mouse Pad calendar from Ann Kelle Designs is perfect for...
A Method to your holiday madness. Literally.

A Method to your holiday madness. Literally.

I’m the person who walks by a candle shop or perfume store and starts sneezing uncontrollably. So just imagine how well I do trying to find a nice subtle holiday scent that doesn’t make me run for a box of tissues. Leave it to our favorite light green...
If you don’t know Jack. . .

If you don’t know Jack. . .

I love receiving a birthday card in the mail, but when it’s my time to send them out, I usually resort to a hastily typed email. Forgive me, but taking three kids anywhere near a rack of greeting cards is just asking for a headache. I have fewer excuses now that...