Heart-Felt Art

Heart-Felt Art

I’ve always believed there’s something special about a child’s name. While my daughter’s name is not "a family name" but rather just one we both agreed on (which was a feat in and of itself), it still feels as if it were meant for...
The One Purple Dinosaur Allowed in My Home

The One Purple Dinosaur Allowed in My Home

My 2-year-old daughter thinks that everything mustfollow a specific theme and lately, it’s dinosaurs. Pink or purple, only. However, have youtried finding pink or purple dinosaur anything these days–that’s not the bloated guy in the suit?Well I did....
Girlie Art

Girlie Art

While we tend to gravitate towards monsters and robots more than princesses and ballerinas in our household, there’s something entirely capitvating about the little girl art of Colorado artist and mom Carla Sonheim. Her wide-eyed, waifish subjects adorn prints,...
Keeping a High Profile

Keeping a High Profile

I’m always thrilled to bits to get personal, handwritten notes. But I can’t help but snicker when I get a thank you note supposedly written in first-person by a newborn. Are the new parents already outsourcing their chores to these (clearly gifted)...
No, Bless YOU, Lotta

No, Bless YOU, Lotta

Ever since having a kid, I find we’re going through four times the tissues. Maybe it’s because someone’s always got a cold. Maybe because someone’s always spilling something. Or maybe it’s because my cat is acting out in really disgusting...
Skip*Hop Goes Domestic

Skip*Hop Goes Domestic

My kitchen is overflowing with useful but highly unattractive items designed to clean, sanitize, and organize baby feeding paraphernalia. I’m sure visitors wonder what kind of illicit chemistry lab we’re running with all the clinical looking gizmos and...
Less is More

Less is More

I was one of those naive moms-to-be who swore up and down that my tasteful adult abode would never become plastic toy central. "The baby stuff will stay in the baby’s room," I insisted. Ha. Hahahahahaha. I’ve finally accepted that I can’t...
Getting Out of Dodge

Getting Out of Dodge

Thanks to the lovely interweb, it’s easier than ever to inform the world about a change of address. But if you’re like me, you’d rather do the classy thing and kick it old school with the snail mail. That’s exactly what I’m going to do to...
Brag Smaller

Brag Smaller

I’m not a brag book kind of gal. It’s not that I don’t love showing off pics of my daughter–just ask anyone who’s ever come within six inches of me over the past year–it’s that I don’t need yet one more big thing to...
Off The Pages and Onto Your Wall

Off The Pages and Onto Your Wall

If you’re anything like me, you love looking at children’s books as much as your kids do. Okay, so maybe not the one I have to read fifteen times a day. But I do fantasize about some of the illustrators coming over to my house and jazzing up my...