No, G is Not for Guiliani
New York City can teach a child any number of things. Like how to distinguish a Bangladeshi cab driver accent from a Pakistani one. Or how to learn to share toys with Uma’s daughter in the sandbox of the Bleecker Street playground. Now, NYC is also teaching children their ABCs.
“If Mama Ain’t Happy, Ain’t Nobody Happy”
I think many of the mainstream parenting-type magazines make fine reads… for my daughter while I’m on the toilet. What toddler doesn’t love to flip through pages of baby pictures and toy ads? But when I’m looking for something to challenge my slowly deteriorating mom brain, I head right over to mamazine.com.
Purl with a Purpose
I'm a winter knitter. I have no problem creating toasty scarves and booties when the weather is chilly - but for some reason, when my butt is roasting on a lovely 85 degree March day here in Mississippi, I have a little more difficulty motivating myself to grab my...
Because Your Mama Brain Ain’t Gonna Cut It
Recently, I attempted to relate highlights of my pregnancy and birth to a newly pregnant friend. It seems all I could remember, other than my labor and delivery, was my penchant for ranch dressing, my huge sausage-like toes, and the 70-lb weight gain.
Whip it good. And that’s an order, young man.
When word got out a few months ago that the Evil Mouse Empire was releasing an album of Devo songs performed by kids, many of my hipster brethren and I were dismayed. Personally I had visions of a KidzBoppian reworking of some of the most influential American rock music.
Even If You Have to Work, They Can Still Play On The Drum All Day
It is common knowledge that the toy drum is the arch nemesis of all mothers. No self-loving mom would ever give another mother any type of musical instrument, let alone an awful drum and mallet combo – those are traditionally the mother-in-law or friends-sans-kids kind of gifts.
Erin Go Organic
While I have seen a pint of Guiness served as a three course meal, you might want to consider some other options for your St. Patty’s Day fare.
Green beer is nice and all but do you have a shamrock pinata?
There is pretty much no point in having a St. Patty's Day bash if you're not going to do it up. I'm talking glittery shamrock centerpieces on the tartan table cloth, shamrock guest soaps in the bathroom, baskets of shamrock mints to mask the Irish whiskey-breath. If...
The Thai Rock: The Mommy’s Champion
I admit that I'm the girl that needs the very thick layer of deodorant applied at least two times a day. I lost all hope for ever having dry, baby soft pits that didn't shed all over my entire wardrobe until I found The Rock--the Thai Rock, that is. If you haven't...
Do Us All a Favor and Throw Away the Free Clinique Make Up Bags Already
I figured it might be time to reorganize my purse when my curious toddler pulled out two tampons and started using them as rhythm sticks. The only problem is that amidst the diapers, wipes, wallet, and 4 bags of stale Cheerios, I'm not sure I have any room for some...