Drool Gets Cool

Drool Gets Cool

It’s no secret among those who know me that I hate newborn bibs. Yes I know they’re essential for very drooly babies but still. They’re bibs! I’ve held out hope that analternative would come along by the time my own newborn started...
Doctor? Lawyer? Donut Tycoon?

Doctor? Lawyer? Donut Tycoon?

Anyone can print out a baby registry and dutifully purchase an infant bathtub and bouncy seat. But we’d rather find something that breaks up all the cliched "oohs and ahs" with a hearty guffaw at our friends’ showers. Take these hilarious...
Coats to the Back of the Closet

Coats to the Back of the Closet

Our lawn is covered in snow – again – but the calendar doesn’t lie: Spring really is right around the corner. While I’m looking forward to wagon rides to the park, I’m not excited about coaxing the girls into their coats, which I will...
Encourage Her Shoe Fetish

Encourage Her Shoe Fetish

I’m a minimalist when it comes to dressing babies: No jewelry, no fancy hats, and no booties. My girls didn’t wear shoes until they could walk, and I still grin at the professional portraits we have of them with bare toes peeking out from underneath their...
These Booties are Made for Crawling

These Booties are Made for Crawling

With a baby born smack-dab in the middle of a hot Mississippi summer, there was nary a pair of booties to be found in my house. But when Idiscovered I was having a January baby this time around, up in the Northeast no less,you better believe the first thing I did was...
Mod Onesies, Mod-Era Prices

Mod Onesies, Mod-Era Prices

If my mother wants to buy my girls clothes from Neiman Marcus, who am I to argue? But you won’t find me in there. Yeah, I’m practical. Maybe too practical. I want the cute designs you see on designer onesies, but it’s so hard for me to shell out the...
Kimono My House

Kimono My House

I go by that old shopping adage that if you’re unsure about something, walk away; if you’re still thinking about it the next week, it was meant to be. (I also sometimes go by the adage, what the hell, it’s only money, but that’s between me and...
Sleep, Beautiful Sleep

Sleep, Beautiful Sleep

I remember browsing the web for infant sleep sacks when I was pregnant and thinking, great concept, lame-o execution. It’s not that they didn’t work, it’s just that they were…how do I say this delicately…ugly? Or plain at best. Finally...
Pants Begone

Pants Begone

The only way I can get my daughter to wear a dress is to tell her we’re going to a party. Otherwise, she’s all about the pants. And honestly, I can’t really blame her; it’s a bitdifficult to get all rough and tumble in a sweeping lacy pink...