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No, Bless YOU, Lotta
Ever since having a kid, I find we’re going through four times the tissues. Maybe it’s because someone’s always got a cold. Maybe because someone’s always spilling something. Or maybe it’s because my cat is acting out in really disgusting ways. (Sorry, carpet.)
For Those of Us With A Lot to Say
I’m one of those folks thatleaves 14 minute long voicemail messages and answers multiple choice questions with a full page essay. So you can imagine what I do with my friends’ new baby cards. While I like to think my beautifully composed messages are glue sticked into the baby book, I’m pretty sure they get tossed right in the baby box (or worse) before the new parents get halfway through reading.
Give Me Strength!
I’ve always loved the mysticism associated with bamboo. It’s a symbol of long life, protection against evil, and strength–all of which I could use more of these days. Especially strength.
Wear Smocks, Not Spaghetti
I am amazed at how, in the two seconds that I turn my back, my daughter is able to get food inside her sleeves, down the back, under the hems of her jeans. I just never know where a wayward farfalle noodle will end up –or when I’ll actually find it.
Good Thing They Didn’t Name It For Its Real Use
I’ll never forget the morning of The Big Meeting at work, when my little girl Rosie was about 6 months old. I was just about to walk out the door — when suddenly she horked all over my best suit. I had protected my shoulder with a burpcloth, but still ended up with a line of spit-up dribbling down my back and all over my clean pants which of course I didn’t notice until I was already at the office.
Crafting for Compliments
Growing up, I rarely saw my mother without knitting needles in her hands. Whether we were on long car trips or visiting family and friends, the needles clicked away endlessly. The lesson I took from it: Great way to stay entertained while visitingthe in-laws.
The Sheriff is in Town
I can’t pinpoint the exact moment it hit me, but I remember feverishly rummaging through my daughter’s drawers trying to find the bibs I had buried during my misguided early "this child will never ever be caught in a bib" days. And then I saw the awful bibs I actually owned and quickly shoved them back.
There’s a Future Johnny Cash in There
Here at CMP, we talk a lot about stuff: Stuff for you. Stuff for your children. Stuff that makes us happy. But we don’t want our children’s lives to be ruled by how much stuff they have. And that’s why the message of singer-songwriter Paul Reisler seems so important.
Masterpieces To-Go
Considering my daughter can spend upwards of two straight peaceful hours a day drawing and coloring, it would be great if I could find something to help us take her artwork on the go. Oh how much I would pay for a quiet restaurant meal!
It’s All About the Belt
It wasn’t until after I had kids and lost most of my baby weight that I started needing a belt. I looked in the mirror one day and realized I had left my butt somewhere on the delivery table. But considering the style of belts that remind me more of what I wore in 1987 with my pegged leg jeans, I’ve invested instead in long shirts and resigned myself to the constant tug.
Skip*Hop Goes Domestic
My kitchen is overflowing with useful but highly unattractive items designed to clean, sanitize, and organize baby feeding paraphernalia. I’m sure visitors wonder what kind of illicit chemistry lab we’re running with all the clinical looking gizmos and gadgets covering every inch of counter space. Fortunately, our friends at Skip*Hop – yes, makers of those great diaper bags – have brought harmony back to the kitchen.
Francobaby
When I was about eight, we took a big family trip to France. I still remember how fancy I felt coming home with a suitcase full of J’aime Paris tee shirts and TinTin comic books, along with the ability to say "more chocolate croissants please," in French.
Excuse Me, Is That a Monster on Your Head?
Hooray for hat season! I’ve been waiting all summer for the weather to turn cold so I can actually get my toddler to keep something other than spaghetti sauce and noodle bits on her head.
Weeeeeee!
You really haven’t lived until you’ve been peed on by your baby boy…in the eye. Or even worse, when he pees in his own eye. Call me crazy, but I prefer to skip this portion of the diaper change and get on with the cooing and toe nibbling. Which is why I love the Whizz Kid Weeblock.
Rock the Belly, Baby
Being pregnant doesn’t mean turning into Frumpo McFrump. In fact there is nothing wrong with being Sexy McSexypants or Rock McRoll when you’re with child in the 21st century. Which is why I’m totally crushing on LAB40’s custom pregger tees.
Organized from Day One
It is a known fact that the phenomenon known as Pregnancy Brain is a misnomer, as it lasts well into that first postpartum year. I swear it took a good six months for me to remember to write down the pediatrician appointments, let alone actually showing up on the right day. If i had had a Busy Babe organizer, I might have been a little…well, more organized.
Knit Picks
Since we've had children, every year in mid-December, my husband asks me, "Shouldn't we get a family picture taken for our holiday cards?" And every year, I reply that we should have thought of it in September. Well, guess what? It's September and I just...
Homegrown Music
If you need to escape some of the more commercial-sounding kids’ music that has been playing on a loop in your CD player (and in your brain – get it out!), Elizabeth Mitchell’s new release, You Are My Little Bird, will clear your head for sure.
Back in Block
One of my favorite pastimes as a child was building mini kingdoms with my brothers’ wooden blocks. There was something entirely gratifying about building big towers and castles – and then knocking them all down with one fell swoop.
Say Sayonara to Snaps
While I became pretty handy atslipping and snapping my daughter into her onesie, I have to admit that I still had trouble getting those tiny baby clothes over her gigantic head without a few decent tugs. And really, at 2am who needs the extra trouble?
Almost Good Enough to Eat
What kid doesn’t love Play-Doh? Let me clarify: What kid doesn’t love to eat Play-Doh? Hey, I’m all for it, except for the fact that I have no idea what the "secret ingredients" are that’s used to make it those lovely neon colors.