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Equally Suited to Carrying Diapers and Big Slabs of Meat
When I had my first child, the hospital sent me home with this pastel green diaper bag with little Peter Rabbits all over it. It was cute. Really. It was. However, getting the husband to carry it without complaining–well you can only imagine.
Almost Sweeter Than Candy
It wasn’t so bad growing up with an uber-organic mother. Until suddenly a candy-giving holiday crops up and you have to settle for some bizarre carob ball and a coloring book.
No Tipping Required for This Valet
These daysI’m finding myselftorn between grabbing my fabulous yet unwieldy diaper bag, and stuffingone of thosediaper clutches into my already cluttered purse. But thanks to mom and designer Adrienne Jones, I’ve now got a third option.
I Got Your Valentine’s Day Gift Right Here, Baby
Ask any guy what he wants for Valentine’s Day and I guarantee you it tilts more towards the naughty then the romantic. My feeing? Save the gushy cards and get a little wild for your man.
Whitney Biennial, Here We Come
I rarely brag about my toddler, however, I will say that at 2.5 years old, she’s drawing better than I am. The only problem I have is figuring out what to do with the piles of colorless pencil drawings she creates daily, except tape them to the fridge and pop the rest in an old shoe box.
Kimono My House
I go by that old shopping adage that if you’re unsure about something, walk away; if you’re still thinking about it the next week, it was meant to be. (I also sometimes go by the adage, what the
Promoting Truth, Justice, and Phthalate-Free Fun
There is hardly an American child alive who doesn’t go through a superhero fantasy phase. When my daughter decides she wants to be Wonder Woman, or Super Girl, or The Amazing Flying Ballerina-Lawyer, I will happily indulge her. But not with those scary dioxin-emitting plastic costumes from the store.
How Much Do You Love Me?
Valentine’s Day is just around the corner, and you know what that means – graciously allowing your significant other to demonstrate the depth and breadth of love felt for you in terms of pricey baubles and overpriced red roses. Me? I’ll settle for just the baubles.
Haute Chairs
I love my old-fashioned wooden high chair but I admit, every time I see those little teddy bears on the fabric seat it came with it makes me cringe, just a little. In fact, I’m sort of glad when my daughter gets tomato sauce all over it, because that’s just a few more bears I don’t have to look at for the time being.
Please, Just Don’t Call it “Aunt Flo”
Angst-ridden tweens need information about crazy life stuff. It’s our job as parents to provide them with just enough to to answer their questions, but not so much that it scares the living daylights out of them. And as cool as we can appear on the outside, the thought of discussing that first menstrual period may scare the living daylights out of us too.
Mom Loves Pink Loves Brown
I’ve gotten so used to emailing people that when I actually need to write a nice little note, I’ve had to resort to white computer paper and a business envelope.How embarrassing!
Baby’s First Hallmark Holiday
I’m all about gifts that you can actually use more than one day a year. It sounds like common sense, but then you look at all the Christmas bibs and Easter tees and Fourth of July themed flip flops out there and you sort of wonder. That’s why I love these handmade heart baby rattles from India y Luna.
Feeling Groovy, We Hope
My first child, I’m fortunate to say, is healthy as a horse. But my second child: Ear infections up the wazoo. Even though there wasn’t a ton of medical info to keep track of, especially compared with children with real illnesses, there are many times I wish I’d written down what that Motrin dosage was or which antibiotic had her spewing fluids from both ends.
Jewelry That Says Bite Me
In theory the idea of a teething necklace is kind of cool, but in actuality, I think of it like letting your dog play with shoe-shaped toys — probably not thebest lesson out there. However, thenecklaces from Momma’s Jewels may have just changed my mind.
Just the Kind of Pick Me Up You Need
Now that I’ve returned to the world of breastfeeding, I’ve officially begun the search for a nursing bra that doesn’t scream "Look, a nursing bra!" You know, something that actually hoists the girls up without those straight jacket tactics.
C-Ellabrate Good Times
It’s almost hard to imagine, but children’s music hasn’t always been as wide ranging as it is today. However, there were some early pioneers, like the wonderful Ella Jenkins.
Sleep, Beautiful Sleep
I remember browsing the web for infant sleep sacks when I was pregnant and thinking, great concept, lame-o execution.
The Magic Kingdom? Down the Hall, Turn Right at the Bathroom
Craftiness is not my forte. Which means no, I’m not going to be painting a mural or stenciling a border in the new baby’s nursery any time soon. But there is something to be said for having some wall art over her crib that can’t possibly fall on her head.
I’m Tiger Woods. A Very, Very Small Tiger Woods.
It’s February which means at long last, I can start counting the minutes until I have my family intact on Sundays again. Of course it’s only a matter of weeks until I trade my football widow status for my golf widow status. And sadly, that’s not limited to one day a week.
Shower Invites That Get The Crazed, Hormonal Nutjob Seal of Approval
While I’m pretty laid back in most areas of my life, as far as party planning I cannot let one detail go overlooked–handpicked favors, handmade invites, the works. When it came time for my baby shower, you can imagine that I was a full-blown nutcase.
Shouldn’t the Baby Smell Better After the Bath?
I have learned over the past 18 months that fancy packaging is no indication of a great baby lotion. I started with the highest-end, la-di-da, imported line of products, only to find they reeked like a perfume counter saleswoman exploded all over the nursery. Now I’m doubly skeptical of anything until I try it myself.