Booking Agents
Hurricane Katrina’s wrath was devastating for sure, but it also did damage in ways we don’t always think about. Consider the public libraries, for example. Seeing as how water and paper aren’t a very good combination, several libraries lost entire book collections–every single book–and desperately need to restack those stacks.
Let’s All Do the Bump
If there is a "next time" and I end up with a cute little bump instead of the quadruple roly-poly thing I had with baby number one, I’m getting a cute little BUMP shirt to match.
Whose Books Are These Anyway?
I’m happy to lend out my daughter’s 1,278 books, however, I can’t be bothered penning our name and phone number in every single one. But without some type of identifying mark, I have a feeling I’ll never see them again.
Babies + Chemicals: Not The Best Combo
It seems that along with my bright wit and sparkling personality, my daughter has inherited my sensitive skin. And while I have found a few products that suffice, sufficing isn't good enough when it comes to my girl.That's why I'm delighted to have discovered...
Take That, Atkins
As the old ad used to say, I love sweets but they don’t love me. And then I discovered the carbs that love you back: The absolutely 100% calorie-free goodness of Heidi Kenney’s felt creations at My Paper Crane Shop.
The Other Layettes Will Be Jealous
Yes, you can purchase a "layette" as a baby gift--a complete set of boring onesies, bibs, and Victorian-era booties that I'm not sure ever make it out of the box, let alone the house. And then there are those sets that just make your ovaries hurt.That's how...
Wait, So All Drummers Aren’t White?
As a woman of mixed heritage, I've often wondered how topromote diversity in our home when most of my toddler's toys and clothes feature white folks--you know, because all farmers, ballerinas andmusicians are white. Right. That's why I love the multi-culti selection...
Just Don’t Call it Scrapbooking
I cannot tell you exactly why I still have my Junior Prom corsage stuffed away in a shoebox between old report cards and notes my best friend passed me in French class, but I do. I mean, I didn’t even like the guy and he cheaped out on the champagne. But throwing away the things feels too much like throwing away the memories. Which also explains why I’m already on shoebox number three for my year-old daughter.
My Kingdom for an Hour of Sleep
As a new mom, I had heard that swaddling was the answer to my sleep deprivation. I tried to make that perfectly tight burrito blanket the nurses achieved so effortlessly in the hospital, only for my daughter to free her hands in a matter of seconds and commence screaming.
The Gift That Gifts Back
When I was a kid, every gift-giving holiday came with a request from my mother to make her something. After a few years of amateur photo collages and tedious poetry I was plum out of ideas.