Boot-i-licious
As a kid, I always wanted a cool pair of rainboots. I had one of those mothers who never got around to buying them and when a rainy day came, she instead sent me outside in a pair of plastic sandwich bags wrapped around my shoes.
Does This Necklace Make My Butt Look Big?
It’s a challenge to keep your wardrobe up to date once you’ve had kids. There are the time contraints, and of course cash flow issues. But even worse is the dread of the changing room’s fat mirror coupled with the purely evil lighting design. And this is why jewelry is God’s gift to moms.
Newbie Fashion
I can’t possibly have been the only new mom who experienced layette anxiety: Will it irritate her belly button? Do I cut out the tag? Do I have to wash it first? And do I really have to get that stupid overpriced detergent?
Tees That Make You Yawn
I like to wear the truth on my sleeve and on days I cannot, I like to wear the truth on my child’s t-shirt. My truth this week? I’m tired. Which, conveniently, fits nicely with the Be Nice to My Mom, She’s Tired tee from the ever stylish online e-tique, Ubooshi.
Go Ahead and Light One Up
I remember those simple dayswhen I was the sole decision-maker of nursery decor. But then my daughter turned two and suddenly everything had to have that darn pudgy yellow bear on it.
One Word: Plastics
Yes, I am a hypocrite. I look at all of the plastic baby gear spewed across the floors of my home and I can’t stand it. Everything’s just so bright and loud and, well, plastic-y. But then, when it comes to plastic jewelry, I’m like, "ooh, so bright! So loud! So plastic-y!"
Who’s the Boss?
We all know who’s really in charge. Here’s a hint: it’s not the adult with the accusatory finger and the timeout chair. It’s the kid with the pouty lip, sweet smile, and incredibly cute face that can make us crumble in an instant.
Girl Loves Robot
I’ve had a thing for robots ever since Lost in Space. It continued with Rosie from the Jetsons, and then of course, R2D2–who, between he and C3PO, was clearly "the cute one."
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.
Sports Obsessed From Head to Toe
I would like to call myself a football widow. No–I would love it. Because it would an improvement over what I am now, which is a football/golf/ baseball/world soccer widow.