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More coolness from recent weeks…
Have You Ever Seen a Lassie?
In these past few years as a parent, I’ve picked up several pearls of wisdom. 1.) Never leave your kid alone in the bathroom. 2.) No matter how late you put them to bed, they’ll still wake up early. 3.) Clothes that can be worn several different ways are priceless.
Pick Your Decade
I’ve loved the vintage look since long before vintage became fashionable. (I know, I know…everyone says it.) And while I occasionally pine for the adventure of finding treasures among the piles at thrift stores, these days I’m doing more of it online.
Oh, To Be a Bird on the Wall…
I’ve found beautiful and timeless children’s artwork before, but Alena Hennessy’s latest collection of giclee prints, the Quiet Dream series, are among the first I’ve seen that I could live with in my own bedroom as well. And as we all know, there’s something to be said for kid’s artwork that isn’t outgrown along with the 12-18 month onesies.
Wood-n’t it Be Lovely?
I can’t seem to escape the beaded jewelry these days. And while I see my fair share of amazing artistry, I’m sort of over the whole "I took anart class and now I make earrings" type of stuff that seems to be clogging way too many jewelry boxes.
Swimming with Konfidence
It’s Memorial Day – as in the official start of swim season. I know, I know, it’s just too hard to choose between trombone for toddlers and, pre-k/ickboxing. But whether you’re the type to go overboard on kids’ activities or not, I hope you’re fitting swim lessons in there somewhere.
Lullabies Not Just a Mother Could Love
Working with children for many years has exposed me to copious amounts of "kid music," most of which is very—um—catchy. (Read: it runs on an endless loop inside your head, making you want to schedule yourself for a lobotomy.)
Because New Dads Are in For The Shock of a Lifetime Too
It seems that poor dads-to-be get shafted in the baby gifts department. Sure, maybe they’re not so into opening up cute onesies or the softest burp cloths, but that doesn’t mean the dads don’t deserve a little token too come shower time.
Germs! All Over His Shirt!
I’ve always thought that that old nursery rhyme about little boys being made of snips and snails and puppydog tails was sort of weird. First of all: Snails? Really? When’s the last time your kid played with a snail? And what the heck is a snip, anyway?
Emily Post Would Be Proud
I nearly fell over when I received a birthday card from a friend of mine who had just had her baby one week prior. Heck. A week after having my baby I don’t think I was getting enough sleep to use a pen let alone get a card in the mail.
Zen and the Art of the Sleeping Baby
I often wondered, night after sleepless night, as my daughter lay snuggled in my bed, what it was about her crib she hated so much? Was it the color? The wood? The discount price?
Lights Out, Pardner
Great nurseries and kids rooms are often made in the details–and they don’t have to be expensive. I’ve found a funky old 25 cent postcard leaning on a bookshelf can make more of an impression than that $800 crib.
Remedy for the Cold Shoulder
I’m generally pretty good about remembering a little sweater or jacket for my kids for those cool summer nights, but me? Well you know moms. We come last.
Book Snob Heaven
My family and I are serious book lovers. Okay, we’re full-on snobs. I admit it. We only have eyes for the worthwhile page-turners and even my toddler has learned to resist the call of the flashy but content-lite pages in the bargain bins and head straight for the award winners. That’s my girl!
Life-Saving Baubles
It might be cool to wear your "peanut-free" backpack patch when you’re running with the elementary crowd, but not so much when the hormones start kicking in.
Buh-Bye Mom Shoes
Mom jeans definitely get more than their fair share of negative press. But hit the playground and you’ll see that mothers can be just as big fashion offenders in the shoe department. Comfort is one thing, but running shoes? Really? Like, all the time?
The Only Thing They Can’t Do is Push the Kid Out for You
It took me all of 20 minutes to run screaming out of Babies R Us while attempting to put together my registry. If only I had a bit ofguidance–and a trust fund–to help me navigate my way through baby preparations. I would have surely relied on one off the two amazing if indulgent mom services we’ve recently uncovered.
Mine!
Thanks to the terrible threes, possessiveness has risen to a new level in our home. So, in order to keep my son’s clothing from turning into my daughter’s dress-up wardrobe, I’ve turned to Mabel’s Labels new Tag-mates for help.
Diapers Are So Last Year. Literally.
When my daughter started potty training, I was introduced to the world of toddler underpants that come smothered in the 2-D world of licensed characters. While I can sort of see the incentive of wearing your favorite talking animal on your bum, I’d like to think that there are other options.
Playing Like it’s 1899
Kids today, they’ve got it so good. Back in my day, toys were made of plastic. We played with their semisynthetic choloride polymer parts, and no one complained. But now we’ve grown up and want something completely better for our offspring, something like our great-grandparents might have owned.
Who Has Time to Scrapbook?
Don’t ask me why exactly I still have the ribbons off the generic going-home gift the hospital gave us, but I do. I save and document everything, which is all well and good when you’ve got a first year baby journal to fill up, but after that you’re pretty much to your own devices. Can you say "shoeboxes?"
Your Kid the TV Star
The consensus at Cool Mom Picks headquarters is that we don’t love licensed character products as a first choice for gifts. The only problem is, our kids generally do. So being the lovingparentsthat we are, we’ll occasionally cross the line to make our kids happy — or in this case, totally indebted to us for life.