Who Said Leather Was Out?

Who Said Leather Was Out?

Bibs are a funny thing. You swear you never want to use them, but after a few soaking wet shirts (thanks to the drool machine known as your child), you get over it. And fast. I'm pretty sure I washed way more bibs than I thought ever existed. And then I threw half of...

Pick Your Man a PacMan

Pick Your Man a PacMan

Ever struggle over what to get your husband for Father’s Day because he just won’t tell you? Fear not, adventurers: If your baby’s daddy was a child of the 80’s, he’ll love receiving a video game from his misspent youth, one at which he can actually beat the kids of today.

I May Look Like a Geek, But a Geek Who Can Find His Keys

I May Look Like a Geek, But a Geek Who Can Find His Keys

For the style-conscious SAHD, your options are pretty slim if you want to avoid lugging your wife’s floral diaper tote around town. I couldn’t ever get stuff in and out of my messenger diaper bag, and last summer’s big vacation proved the rule that whatever you’re trying to find in your backpack—diaper, bib, camera, guidebook—will invariably be at the very bottom.

Summer Essentials for the Dad in Your Life

Summer Essentials for the Dad in Your Life

Since summer has quickly reared its hot and humid head here in the Northeast, I thought I’d start preparing for the season. Like most men, this entails digging out those flip flops from storage, loading up on some steaks, firing up the BBQ grill and enjoying some cool alcoholic beverages with friends.

Build Your Own Blocks

Build Your Own Blocks

We come across quite a few personalized products at CMP. Apparently if you put someone’s kid’s name on something no matter how useless or inane (monogrammed bottle sterilizer, anyone?) it’s a surefire hit.

Do You Remember Rock ‘n’ Roll?

Do You Remember Rock ‘n’ Roll?

Remember when you were both younger and would go see bands play at the local club? If you’re like me, your kids came along and put an end to that. Is it really worth forking over seventy bucks for a sitter to see your nephew’s garage band fumble its way though Sweet Home Alabama?