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More coolness from recent weeks…
Mini Queens of Mod
Once upon a time, a doll featuring huge eyes, long lashes and skimpy skirts wouldn’t call to mind tasteless mass produced slut dolls that enrage millions of moms; but rather hip 60s-era fashion icons.
La-Z-Baby
I've been scouring the web for the perfect chairs for my daughter's tiny heiny, but I always run into the same problems. Either the chairs look like they were grown at the awful plastic farm, or they cost more than a piece that I could fit in.This is not the case,...
Handbagoholics, Put Your Hands Together
It has come to my attention that I have a bit of a bag addiction. And now Jane Raymond of Style Sister Studio enters my life and complicates matters further, since her amazing bags are the kinds that make you say, "oh just one more."
This Little Piggie
I’m not the type of person who avoids walking under ladders or reschedules meetings because my horoscope tells me to. But I admit that when I heard that babies born this year, according to Chinese astrology, would be the very blessed and rare Golden Pigs – I gave my pregnant belly a little rub and smiled from ear to ear.
What’s under Barbie’s dress? Don’t know, but it’s not human
I’m all for calling a spade a spade. Or the parts of the body by their proper names. And I’m convinced that the longer you delay the naming of certain organs, the harder it gets to talk about them with your kids.
Shopping With a Conscience
I simply can’t say enough about HandCrafting Justice, a partnership in which women from developing countries have an opportunity to better their lives by making and selling handmade items under decent working conditions for fair wages. The organization absolutely stole my heart with their mission of economic justice for women – to say nothing of the fantastic items they offer on the website.
Hey, Joe
Have I mentioned that my kitchen and its various electrical appliances intimidate me? That sometimes even the the relatively benign coffee pot has turned on me in my hour of need? One morning not long ago, it tried to brew up something completely undrinkable, thereby ruining my entire day. Lack of decent coffee has that effect on me.
These Booties are Made for Crawling
With a baby born smack-dab in the middle of a hot Mississippi summer, there was nary a pair of booties to be found in my house. But when Idiscovered I was having a January baby this time around, up in the Northeast no less,you better believe the first thing I did was search for some fantastic footwear.
Mod Onesies, Mod-Era Prices
If my mother wants to buy my girls clothes from Neiman Marcus, who am I to argue? But you won’t find me in there. Yeah, I’m practical. Maybe too practical. I want the cute designs you see on designer onesies, but it’s so hard for me to shell out the bucks when I know that they’ll be coated in bodily fluids in no time.
Twinkle Toes
I think that most every girl dreams of being a ballerina at some point. I did, even as I was rolling in mud puddles or pummeling a soccer ball. I confess in fact that I still harbor fantasies of a steamy pas de deux with Baryshnikov.
Oh, Misha. If only.
Don’t Get Mad, Get Shopping
If for some insane reason, the man you woke up next to this morning did not shower you with myriad expressions of his undying love, affection and willing monogamy, do not panic. Do not cry. Simply take matters into your own hands.
Watch Out Cartier, There’s a New Designer in Town
I think I’ve officially exhaustedthe pawning off of my daughter’s artwork to her grandmothers as gifts. Her cute drawing on plain white paper is a hard sell as a birthday gift, when you gave the same thing a few months back at Christmas.
The Perfect Cards for Imperfect Kids
In an ideal world, every child would rush to the craft drawer immediately following his birthday and handwrite a heartfelt thank you note to acknowledge each gift. After which, he’d clean up his workspace.
Anarchy in the Toy Chest
When I was a kid, like so many others, I was convinced that my toys came alive at night and had tea parties. I only wished that I could catch them, just once, and join in the fun.
Another Good Reason to Bathe Daily
More and more, I am asked by friends to point them towards something reeeeeally special for their cousin’s/sister’s/husband’s supervisor’s wife’s baby shower. Not just the same old special that I recommended to someone else, but reeeeeeeally special. I’m pleased to say I now have a new option to add to the list.
Two Heads are Better Than One
Anyone can bring a cute fluffy dog, bear, or if you’re really fancy, elephant, to a baby shower or kid’s party. But if you’re going for the award for coolest aunt, uncle, or mom around, thenI suggest grabbing a two-headed Squeakum from Devout.
The Rhythm is Gonna Get You
With the abundance of battery operated musical instruments out there screeching out some bizarre electronic form of "Twinkle Twinkle," I find it totally refreshing when I stumble upon some really great instruments that kids actually have to play themselves.
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.
Cooking When Cooking’s the Last Thing You Want to Do
Let’s get one thing straight right away: I don’t cook. I avoid it whenever possible. I’m not good at it, I don’t enjoy it, and I’m damn lucky that my husband is happy to take over in this department. When I’m on duty, it’s Frosted Mini Wheats all around!
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.