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More coolness from recent weeks…
Touch My Tummy. No, Really.
Now that I’m pregnant the second time around, I had forgotten about the insane, intrusive, totally bizarre need for strangers to accost you on the street and touch your stomach. On the other hand, I have no qualms about letting friends grab the belly. And if it’s in fact your shower, it’s practically required.
A “Save the Date” Announcement Worth Saving
The curse of a kid with a summer birthday: With vacation schedules and everything else that gets crammed into those few glorious months, I’m looking for an extra special announcement to make sure no one forgets my daughter’s big day.
Eeny Meanie Miney…Oh Forget It, I’ll Take Them All
While it’s fun dressing kids in woolly sweaters and cute snow hats, I must say that flowy, breezy summer clothes for kids really hold the key to my heart. And Eeny Meanie is one of those labels that makes me remember exactly why.
Invitations from Simpler Times
We at CMP are sooooo over the over-the-top birthday parties for kids. While yes, we all want something that’s creative and different and memorable, maybe blinging out your kids’ invites with real diamonds and a voice chip that plays a birthday message recorded personally for you by Bono isn’t so appropriate for a second birthday.
Because Kids Need Another Excuse to Lie Around This Summer
Nothing to me says summer quite like lazing in a hammock. That is, after I’ve awkwardly attempted to climb in, fallen off twice, exposed my arse to the world, and settled into a pseudo-comfortable position having left one shoe on the ground and my dignity shattered to bits. Perhaps hammocks should be left to those who really adore them – the kids.
Go Ahead and Squeal “So Cute!” We Won’t Tell Anyone.
When it seems that a lot of babywear is about who can be hipper or more irreverent than the next guy, it’s refreshing to find a shop that gets back to the basics. Especially when those basics are so cute that you want to buy a dozen of them.
Mothers for Women
While we’ve got no problems with the "ply me with gifts" aspect of Mother’s Day (obviously), we’re no less fans of using the occasion as an opportunity to reflect on how lucky we all are–and pay it forward accordingly.
War (huh), What Is It Good For?
If you’re the type with Another Mother For Peace’s classic War is Not Healthy For Children and Other Living Things button on your blog, or decal on your tote bag, or bumper sticker on your hybrid…we’ve got just the materni-tee for you.
No More Free Peep Shows
While I’m all for feeding my baby wherever I choose, I’m still getting back into the groove of breastfeeding — meaning, I’m a clumsy mess who can barely undo her nursing bra, let alone doing it discreetly in public.
Tickled Pink & Sage
We're pleased to announce that our Cool Mom Picks family has grown with the much awaited arrival of co-founder and editor Liz's daughter Sage Alexandra, weighing in just under 8lbs.Considering Liz sounded better than I do after a full night's sleep, we'rehappy tohear...
Feeling Fruity
I’m not into the matchy-matchy look with clothes for my girls. They seem to like eclectic, creative fashion as well: The wildly patterned tights, the bright shirts, the multicolored shoes. I figure as long as we’re not blinding anyone, we’re good to go.
Keep Those Maternity Panties to Yourself
At 8 months pregnant, yoga still does wonders for my body and mind. Unfortunately, it’s a little tough on my ego, what with the the evil combo of giant maternity underwear and low-rise yoga pants, creating a peep show of the worst kind for those behind me in class.
You Light Up My Life
While I would like to think a picture of my children makes a wonderfulpresent anytime of year, I suppose there’s a limit to how often you can hastily drop a snapshot into a frame and send it off to the in-laws.
Pillow Talk
Our excitement about getting my daughter settled into her toddler bed was cut short when we couldn’t find anything but a regular sized pillow to put in it. And considering that took up half of the mattress–yeah, not the best option.
Like Sleeping in Daddy’s T-Shirt
Not every baby is lucky enough to have a grandma like mine does, who can spend weeks creating a gorgeous hand-crafted quilt for the nursery. Sometimes you just actually have to (gasp) buy one.
Bag Ladies
With my daughter’s third birthday rapidly approaching, I’m already in party planning mode. While she’s got definite opinions about her cake and party theme, the party favor bags are my territory.
Sometimes Girls Have All the Luck
Apologies in advance to all the mother’s of boys out there – read further and your ovaries are going to start screaming out for a baby girl, simply so you can dress her in the goooooorgeous bits of gorgeousness from Matti + Me.
The Walls They Are A-Changin’
It seems to me that what I’m looking for in kids’ room decor has transitioned almost as fast as my son has moved from the infant to the toddler to the kid section. Change is happening and it’s taking my soft, cuddly nursery fabric with it.
Pulchritudinous, Recondite Garments for Erudite Gamins
It’s never too early to start tossing those fifty-cent words around the kids–you might be surprised at how quickly they stick. Now admittedly I say this as a mother whose young daughter insists upon having her way by informing me that "it’s a moral imperative."
Well Isn’t That Spatial
Throughout my life, I’ve always leaned on the excuse that I just wasn’t blessed with the spatial-relations gene, never realizing that this is actually a learned skill. Obviously as a kid I wasn’t playing with the nifty Dado Cubes from modern kids emporium Mason & Matisse.
A Pregnancy Book, Hold the Scary Stuff
After I peed on the stick and saw those two pink lines, I did what a lot of newly-pregnant women do: I took 157 books off the bookstore shelves, sat myself down and tried to find just one one that echoed my feelings and thoughts about pregnancy. But most just made me want to run screaming–right to the café, to eat my weight in chocolate.