Growing Up Before Your Eyes
I’m terrible about knowing my kids’ vital stats. When someone remarks that one of my girls seems to have grown taller, I just smile and hope he doesn’t ask me her actual height. The problem is, I haven’t been keeping track – somehow I never started that tradition of lining my girls up against a doorway and getting out the old #2 pencil.
Another Chanukah Miracle
Chanukah-celebrating moms are busy enough picking out eight presents each for the kids, that the last thing they have time to do is weed through the paltry selection of decent cards out there. Most of them look as if they were slapped together in two seconds by design-school dropouts or little old ladies with a surplus of gold paint on hand.
Blinding Me With Science and Hand-Embroidery
Nothing tickles us more here at Cool Mom Picks when a mom we know personally goes from making cool duds at home to cool duds we can buy ourselves. Such is the case of Debbie, who along with her husband, a professional sportswear designer, has opened the brand new kids duds e-tique, Fadiddle.
Organic Just Got a Little Spicy
I’m a huge fan of organic clothing, particularly because my daughter has extremely sensitive skin. But the muted creams and pastels aren’t necessarily my taste, nor are they very practical when they’re clothing a self-feeding toddler.
Don’t Call Them Housecoats
Once in a while, a product happens upon us that is so genius I can’t imagine living without it. MayaLena’s Momonos are one of those too-good-to-true but thank-goodness-they-are things, a must-have for the wardrobes of all new mothers.
The Age of Aquarius Comes With Its Own Blanket
As we all know, new moms get an average of 16,247 receiving blankets for their first child. So why are we still compelled to continue to give them? For me, it’s sort of a sick competitive streak – I want to be the giver of THE blanket, the one she loves best of all.
Your Baby Was Made for Wearing
Front carriers are great and all until your baby gets big enough to hold his or her head up. And then while you can flip them around, they still precariously danglein what I sometimes fear is not the most comfortable position.
I Want To Ride My Tricycle
Hip kid art is hard to come by, hip personalized kid art even harder. But it’s exactly what you’ll find at the appropriately named Hip Kid Art.
Sk8er Baby
For the first time ever, defying all expectations to the contrary, my better half has actually shown interest in one of the kids duds sites we’ve uncovered. Why, you ask? Because the site is Little Ruler, which appeals just to parents just like him–those who now rock the Bjorns the way they used to rock the 7.5" deck on a halfpipe.
We’re Here, We’re Adopting, Get Used to It.
When I was young, mentioning that a child was adopted was akin to disclosing Daddy’s salary or talking about how Mommy drinks too much wine. Thank goodness for progress.