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Whitney Biennial, Here We Come

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

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

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?

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

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”

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

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!

Feeling Groovy, We Hope

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

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

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

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.

I’m Tiger Woods. A Very, Very Small Tiger Woods.

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.

Shouldn’t the Baby Smell Better After the Bath?

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.

Pants Begone

Pants Begone

The only way I can get my daughter to wear a dress is to tell her we're going to a party. Otherwise, she's all about the pants. And honestly, I can't really blame her; it's a bitdifficult to get all rough and tumble in a sweeping lacy pink number. But these gorgeous...