More coolness from recent weeks…
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?
Equal Opportunity Guitar Tee
If the kids’ tee motifs are any indication, rock n roll dreams are strictly for boys. They get shirts featuring drums, guitars, the upright bass–while girls are stuck with sparkly pink groupie shirts that say stuff like rock n roll princess.
Playing House. And Senate.
Don’t be surprised if your little one starts asking why all the commercials on TV now have have scary, angry voices saying mean things about other people. It’s just the start of election season.
Harmonize the Nursery For a Song
I think a lot of people don’t buy original art for their kids’ rooms because they’re under the impression that it’s too expensive.
From The Fabulous Folks Who Bring You Gouda
I have nothing against pink, especially now that my daughter has proclaimed it her favorite color. But pink plus frills, plus lace, plus spaghetti straps on an active three-year-old just doesn’t cut it around here.
Send The Kids Packing
I spent longer than I’d like to admit searching for a good overnight bag to send with the kid (now kids) to Grandma’s this summer. During that time I made use of old messenger bags, duffels that still smelled like daddy’s gym clothes and even CVS bags. Embarrassing, I know.
Maxivans
I’ve heard it said that driving a minivan may not be the coolest thing ever. Have you heard that? Or am I just making that up?
Feeling Tip-sy?
It always seems like I’m the last one to know the tricks of the trade–you know, like toothpaste gets crayon off the wall or Preparation H has more than just that one use.
Do Babies All Have to Be Einsteins?
If you gave birth within the last ten years, the odds are about 4 in 5 that you’ve got one of those make your baby a rocket scientist DVDs on your shelf. Because even if you steered away from such things yourself, someone else thought it was a fabulous shower gift. Am I right?
Like You Needed Another Reason to Buy More Books
At the request of my husband, I have curtailed my purchases of hordes of children’s books for my avid little reader. And while being relegated to the library isn’t such a bad thing, there’s something about a crisp new book that I just can’t let go of.
Made In the Shade
I can’t be the only one who, in a fit of desperation, draped a receiving blanket over the top of my stroller to shield my sleeping baby from the sun. And I certainly can’t be the only one who couldn’t enjoy the silence of a napping child because I was totally sure she was deprived of oxygen under there.
The Thymes They Are A-Changin’
I’ve been a fan of The Thymes line of bath and beauty products ever since the sigOth and I first spotted them in a great boutique on vacation years ago. He wanted the fig leaf-cassis candle, I wanted the lavender lotion. We compromised – by buying forty different things.
Pocketbook On Wheels
Since we all know that women only buy cars based on the cupholders (is my scarcasm coming across?) the same might go for strollers. Then again, the top strollers don’t necessarily have the best Diet Coke storage, to say nothing of easy access to all your other junk.
Breaking News: City Girls Wear Color!
For those of you under the impression that we urban dwellers have wardrobes consisting of black, black, and black…well, you’d be right. But according to the City Girls magnetic dress up dolls there are a few other options.