Party in a Box

Party in a Box

I’m not worried about keeping up with the Joneses when it comes to my girls’ birthday parties. You won’t find a petting zoo in my backyard, nor will I be sending guests home with goodies that rival the contents of Oscar night swag bags. Still, I want...
Swimming with Konfidence

Swimming with Konfidence

It’s Memorial Day – as in the official start of swim season. I know, I know, it’s just too hard to choose between trombone for toddlers and, pre-k/ickboxing. But whether you’re the type to go overboard on kids’ activities or not, I hope...
Life-Saving Baubles

Life-Saving Baubles

It might be cool to wear your "peanut-free" backpack patch when you’re running with the elementary crowd, but not so much when the hormones start kicking in. Since adolescents are loathe to stand out from the crowd, here’s one way a mom can be...
Mine!

Mine!

My kids are in day care, which means every Friday afternoon, I’ve got a boatload of school supplies, clothing, and show-and-tell items to hunt down and drag back home. That’s why Mabel’s Labels are just the thing for my family. Founded by a bunch of...
Who Has Time to Scrapbook?

Who Has Time to Scrapbook?

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...
There’s a Rocket in My Pocketbook

There’s a Rocket in My Pocketbook

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...
Touch My Tummy. No, Really.

Touch My Tummy. No, Really.

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...
No More Free Peep Shows

No More Free Peep Shows

While I’m all for feeding my baby wherever I choose, I’m still getting back into the groove of breastfeeding — meaning, I’m a clumsy mess who can barely undo her nursing bra, let alone doing it discreetly in public. Enter the Breastfeeding...
The Writing on the Wall

The Writing on the Wall

As far as I’m concerned, one of the best parts about being the grown up in the house involves the simple fact that I can write whatever I’d like on the walls if I so choose. Wonderful Graffiti makes it easy enough for a cool but decidedly non-artistic mom...
Making Grandma’s (Mothers’) Day

Making Grandma’s (Mothers’) Day

I am not a DIY-er, crafter, Martha-in-training, or whatever you want to call people who have the genius ability to make things that don’t look, well, like they made them. This is not a big deal until my own mother gets on the phone and tells me to “make...