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I Want To Ride My Tricycle
Hip kid art is hard to come by, hip personalized kid art even harder. But it’s exactly what you’ll find at the appropriately named Hip Kid Art.
Sk8er Baby
For the first time ever, defying all expectations to the contrary, my better half has actually shown interest in one of the kids duds sites we’ve uncovered. Why, you ask? Because the site is Little Ruler, which appeals just to parents just like him–those who now rock the Bjorns the way they used to rock the 7.5" deck on a halfpipe.
We’re Here, We’re Adopting, Get Used to It.
When I was young, mentioning that a child was adopted was akin to disclosing Daddy’s salary or talking about how Mommy drinks too much wine. Thank goodness for progress.
Battery-Free Fun. Is It Even Possible?
Battery: It’s one of the first words kids learn, right after "NO!" and "MINE!" and "GIMME!" If a toy moves or makes noise or has any potential for fun whatsoever, then certainly it requires batteries. Or does it?
How Mommy Got Her Groove Back
There’s nothing like getting all dressed up for your much awaited date night only to find you’re lacking in fun jewelry–i.e. that which would be yanked painfully from your person by any person under six, should he be accompanying you on your date. Which, of course, he will not.
Photo Cards Just Got Less Photo Card-y
Holiday cards never fail to make me smile. Yes, even the ones containing a single-spaced, full-page dissertation of the year’s activities–heavy on the boredom, light on the entertainment (and ocassionally the truth). My favorite cards include pictures, but let’s be honest, most photo cards leave something to be desired in the taste department.
Stories Worth Telling Over and Over (Sorry Grandpa)
When I hear about kid stories on CD, I imagine some generic, B-list voice over talent reading Peter Rabbit as my brood rubs their eyes. But Tell Me a Story: Timeless Folktales from Around the World from writer/producer/mastermind Amy Friedman was a different, um, story.
Retirement Gift
I remember the glorious day when I folded up my two-ton diaper bag, shoved it in the back of the closet, and brought home my first real bag in ages. It was worthy of a celebration– until I realized I still needed to carry at least one diaper and some wipes at all times.
Locket 2.0
My grandmother always wore a large butterfly locket containing pictures of her favorite little people so she could "keep us close to her heart." I like the idea of honoring my kids, but wearing a giant silver insect–or most any locket for that matter–just isn’t my thing.
Shake Your Booties
Sometimes I look in the mirror and wonder how a former Doc Maarten-wearing, black lipstick-owning alternachick looks just so…mom. While I’m not going back to those styles any time soon, at least I have a baby to project them onto. That’s why I love the rockin’ tartan baby booties from Babesta, an online boutique that can easily outfit the most trendsetting tot with innovative duds from independent artisans. Just our kind of place.
A is for Art
I’m all foralphabet artwork, but it’s always bugged me that the images are of things kids will most likely (and sometimes hopefully) never encounter in their daily lives. Never seen an alligator on the street, not even once. And certainly not a yodeler.
Robeez For Their Heads
If you haven’t seen or heard of Robeez shoes, then I’m surprised you even have an internet connection. My daughter lived in them from near day one, like so many other children who get a pair for their first shoes. The designs are adorable, and I love the success story — the company was created by mom Sandra Wilson after losing her airline job to downsizing.
There’s More to Life Than Rock N Roll
While we’re big fans of the rock n roll around these parts, we also have a soft spot for the country classics. And no, that doesn’t mean Achy-Breaky Heart. Bite your tongue.
Just Like Daddy’s Only Without That Distinctive Herbal Aroma
One of the hardest wardrobe staples to let go of is definitely the concert tee. Filled with the memories (and aromas) of youthful indiscretion and unfortunate hairstyles, it’s as if tossing the battered old thing is tossing the memories.
The Experts’ Guide to Calm The Heck Down Already
As a mama-to-be once again, I am suddenly remembering how absolutely every concern about childbirth and beyond is magnified by sixteen million. It’s not inconceivable that you experience as much anxiety over picking the right pacifier as you do picking the right pediatrician.
The Lazy Mom’s Photo Card
I am the great procrastinator. So much so in fact, that it’s a wonder I’m even writing about the December holidays a full calendar month beforehand.
Rock The Boat, Baby
One of the downsides of our charming New York apartment – our toys outnumber our square footage. I fear any holiday gift for the kiddo bigger than a breadbox is going to have trouble finding a permanent home here–except for maybe a breadbox itself. Then at least we could store other toys in it.
Skin So Soft
When I first had my baby, I spared no expense at procuring the fanciest, most expensive, la-di-da baby lotions and creams from Europe. And then, I promptly gave them away. The smell! Oh my goodness, the smell–so sweet, I felt my insulin levels soar as soon as the cap came off.
The Bag To Pack When You’re Packing Your Bags
It’s no secret that I have a thing for bags. Certainly not to anyone who’s ever opened my closet only to have dozens of them tumbling down on her head. But, as most women know: There’s always room for one more.
The First Trimester Tee
Shopping during the first trimester of pregnancy is a nightmare. Not big enough for the materni-tents, but too bloated for my current crop of fitted tees, I resigned myself to being doomed to fashion purgatory for a while.
It’s actually pretty easy being green
As I am just beginning to realize, there is no end to the fears we have as parents. Just as our kids outgrow the SIDS risk, we’re worried about mercury in water. When they’re done with the finger in the electric socket phase, we’re reading up on what’s in those plastic Halloween masks.