More coolness from recent weeks…
Leave the Free Stuff From the Hospital…at the Hospital
I searched long and hard for the perfect diaper bag but oddly, I spent less energy on the stuff that actually goes inside it–you know, the things your baby actually comes in contact with, like the changing pad and those disposable wipe thingies I nicked from the hospital.
Trading the Treadmill for a MacLaren
Say what you like about my postpartum figure, but getting back in shape after pregnancy sucks and we all know it. Some parts will never look the same again without surgical intervention – like tummy wrinkles and those two "rocks in tube socks" – but that’s no excuse to ignore the muscles.
Necklaces That Won’t Get You All Choked Up
My daughter has been struck with a full on jewelry obsession. And while I’m fine with purchasing little girl necklaces and bracelets, I’m overwhelmed with the amount of little plastic and wooden beads that scream "choking hazard."
Come On Baby, Light My Fire
Now that the weather is reaching stratospheric temperatures in my Northeastern neck of the woods, naturally my thoughts turn to barbecue. Nothing like that classic combo of a huge open flame and 147% humidity.
Today Dr. Seuss, Tomorrow Dostoyevsky. Or Maybe Danielle Steele.
I’ll bet I’m not alone in my reluctance to haul around a stack of books in the event that my child might want to crack open one of them. I’m a mom, not a pack mule.
Bling for Braniacs
I’ve got a nagging fear that today’s generation of girls, growing up in Swaraovski-studded shirts that say future model, are in for quite a shock when they get older and do not, in fact, turn out to be models.
A Taste For Bourbon
I am so not the matchy-matchy type, and anyone who’s ever seen me pushing a red stroller with a purple blanket and a floral orange diaper bag will nod vigorously in agreement.
Forget Mr. Right, I found Mr. Klean
You can’t swing a loofa without hitting a specialty beauty product shop. With so many options, I thought I’d keep mine open, play the field. No settling down with one brand for me. Then I hooked me up with my destined spa product soul mate and things all changed.
Uptown Layette With Not-Quite-Uptown Prices
Unwrapping the big box that had arrived in the mail last week, I was excited that one of my parents’ fancy uptown friends had sent me a spectacularly expensive looking layette for my new baby.
Kinda Makes Up For The Sore Nipples
‘m trying not to be offended by the fact that my 5-month-old rejects my boobs to instead watch his sister run around the playground. But while I’d love to refocus his attentions, the thought of a nursing necklace makes me cringe. I get the concept, but it’s tough to find one that I’d actually wear in public.
Heal the World Through Dolls
I remember, with some regret, the first doll my daughter was given. It was made from a heavy plastic and had a gigantic wobbly head — certainly not something I’d like to cuddle up with in bed.
The Family That Spells Together…
It’s true that works of kiddie-style art rarely resemble anything that can be described as art, or style. Seriously, how many ways can you draw a cartoon bear?
Shades of Brilliance
I see the racks of kid’s sunglasses at the superstores and while the hot pink princess shades might seem terribly cute to my daughter, they do nothing to protect her from the sun–or make me keen on buying them.
Dribble Me This, Dribble Me That
We’ve officially landed in drool central at my house, and while necessity has forced me past my bib aversion, it has not yet led me to one that makes drool look fabulous.
A Sheep That Dreams of Being More Than a Lamb Chop
If those mall makeover shops for grade-school girls are any indication, a young girl’s fantasy career is now limited to slutty rock star, slutty model, or slightly less slutty princess. So I’m very happy–even relieved–to have been introduced to Nick Katsouris’ Growing Up with Loukoumi.
How Much Do You Hate Your Inlaws?
If the last thing you imagine doing after delivering your baby is having to call six million family members and answer the same questions over and over again (8 pounds, 2 ounces…yes of course it hurt…I don’t know who he looks like, he’s two hours old!) you’re in luck.
No Hidden Agendas
Ever since I was introduced to momAgenda, I’ve scoffed at those other datebooks. Try fitting pediatrician appointments, playdates, and field trips for two or more kids into those little spaces and you might as well just write it all on the back of your hand.
Che What?
You know a trend has peaked when the parodies start making the rounds. And the best one we’ve seen yet: This new take on the already ooooold Che Guevara tee at DryGoods.com that says I have no idea who this is.
Carriers That Don’t Break Your Back or Your Budget
Unless you do a good amount of research or read Cool Mom Picks on a daily basis (as well you should), chances are you will only encounter the mainstream brands of baby carriers. But as you probably know, you pay a fairly hefty price with m
Just the Boost You Need
When my daughter moved from high chair to booster seat I was incredibly disappointed at the selection. We went from ultra modernto cheap and unchic with a flash of the credit card.
Look Ma, No Tractors
I’ve got girls around the house. So admittedly I’m not as impacted by the shortage of cool boys’ duds out there as my friends who continually beg me to track down "clothes with no tractors." Who knew there was such a backlash against heavy machinery?