The Happy Head

The Happy Head

Growing up in the midwest, I endured some harsh winter mornings at the school bus stop. I gladly donned a heavy winter coat and warm mittens, but I drew the line at hats. Even though my mother was a talented knitter, she always tried to stick me in some goofy beanie....
Tune In, Turn On, Bring the Kids

Tune In, Turn On, Bring the Kids

The other day I found myself stuck in a stalled subway car with no reading material. Digging around my bag, my options were limited to a handful of old ATM receipts, or the Sippy Cups new Electric Storyland CD, which I’d been toting around unopened for a week....
A is for Ashtray. You Heard Me.

A is for Ashtray. You Heard Me.

We come across any number of alphabet themed items for babies, featuring such tried and true subjects as animals or…well, animals. But I think I’ve just found one that tops them all in the Modern Child-Unfriendly Alphabet. As in not friendly at all. As in...
Fact: Great Bags Make Women Happy.

Fact: Great Bags Make Women Happy.

While we at CMP try to keep our picks in the "don’t have to hock my TV on ebay to afford it" range, all bets are off for the next few weeks. Why? Because someone else–hopefully–is doing the buying for you. One of our new favorite...
Bowling For Compliments

Bowling For Compliments

When it comes to fashions for the junior man in my family, we dig that fashion staple, the polo shirt, just fine. But I still have a yen to add a little more pizazz to his wardrobe now and then, which is why I love the retro-inspired bowling shirt from the way too hip...
Baby’s First Mink

Baby’s First Mink

New baby gifts are relatively easy to shop for – unless you’re talking about baby number two. Or three. Or–eek–six. If you’re looking for something for the mom who has it all, you’ve got to stop thinking about must-haves, and start...
Bagging Bears and Bunnies

Bagging Bears and Bunnies

If your kids are anything like mine, they have an obscene amount of stuffed animals and while I can’t prove it, I’m almost positive that they multiply just like real rabbits because the pile never stops growing.Take heart: the awesome and oh-so-clever...
Santa Baby

Santa Baby

If my daughter had her way, she’d wear her Christmas outfit every single day. However, the fancy silk number just doesn’t fare well with her choice of daily activities. Like, say, spilling things on herself. So, instead of kiboshing her festive spirit,...
Zen and the Art of Baby Dressing

Zen and the Art of Baby Dressing

When I brought my firstborn home from the hospital, I was hit with the unreasonable urge to discard anything rough that might come in contact with her fragile infant skin. It seemed criminal to let anything but the most butter-soft fabrics touch those downy limbs. My...
Stop: Hammer Time

Stop: Hammer Time

When I was in middle school, I should have failed Home Economics. I burned my banana bread in cooking class, and the blouse for my final sewing project might have fit had my head been the same size as my arms. But woodshop–now that, I aced. And Aunt Ginny loved...