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More coolness from recent weeks…
Balloon Animals
Ever since I got wind of the whole latex balloons are the devil stuff, I’ve been distraught. While I would hate for my daughter’s birthday celebrations to be entirely balloon free, I also don’t need to decorate the place with a bunch of colorful choking hazards.
Fun, Cubed
While my home has seen its fair share of battery-operated toys that never want to turn off, I’m proud to admit that my daughter prefers her cute little handmade cloth block my godmother made for her first birthday.
Little Creatures
Frequent readers of CMP will know that we’re not a big fan of barnyard animals on the kid duds, but we do love all things creepy, crawly, and traditionally unloved. So of course we were instantly smitten with the Beasty Baby monster rompers at indie emporium Aunt Beep.
A Totally Organic Experience
I listened to my mother when she told me, "Never underestimate the power of the rattle." However, after three plastic shakers and a stuffed bunny that sounds like it’s filled wtih a couple grains of rice, I was still faced with a screaming baby. I wish she had been a bit more specific about the kind of rattle.
Glide on the Peace Chain
Everywhere I go I’m seeing dogtags. And no, not just because there’s a military base in town. I’m talking about those blinged out engraved initial ones that look heavier than a bicycle lock. And while I like to keep up with the trends, this is one I’ve been keeping at arm’s length. Until now.
Sign Your Name To Someone Else’s Artwork
How many of us have wanted to chuck the soul-sucking corporate life and follow our hearts? (I’m raising my hand over here.) Jenni Gaynor actually had the guts to do it.
Project Runway, Here You Come
Since becoming a mother, I admit I’m a little lax about certain aspects of my appearance. However when it comes to my bags, I’m so picky that the folks at the local department store know me as The Crazy Purse Woman, who attacks them with questions like "can I get Purse A in the fabric of Purse B with the handles of Purse C?"
Play it Again, Bunny
When I was young, I had a beautiful wooden music box that featured a dancer pirouetting on a mirror inside. It was regaled to a high shelf in my bedroom except for the few times a year when my mom reluctantly pulled it down for me. I’m still bitter whenever I hear "The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy."
Brag Smaller
I’m not a brag book kind of gal. It’s not that I don’t love showing off pics of my daughter–just ask anyone who’s ever come within six inches of me over the past year–it’s that I don’t need yet one more big thing to weigh down my already overloaded bag.
A Stylish Alternative to Vicodin
If baby #2 is anything like baby #1, you will rarely see me without a tot in my arms. Combine that with the toil of chasing around a three-year-old, and my back just might not be able to hack it without heavy medication.
Wearing Your Heart Just Under Your Sleeve
I love the idea of lockets–the entire notion of keeping a photo of someone you love by your heart is just so cool. And yet lockets themselves? Not usually so cool.
Old and Improved
There is no shortage of great blankets out there to keep your newborn warm, from traditional baby blues and sweet pinks, to retro-modern hipster designs in every shade of chartreuse. But what if you’re yearning for a blanket like the one you had back (ahem,cough) years ago when you were a wee one?
Putting Your Fingers In Your Ears and Going LALALALA
I have mixed feelings about watching the news. I do wantstay on top of current events; but to do so I have to get through 20 minutes of tragic, ratings-trolling disaster stories just to get to anything actually of value.
Say Dada(ism)
There’s a fine line between pretentious and hip. Pretentious (and also sort of stupid) would be filling your toddler’s library with museum coffee table books. But introducing him to the board book, The Art of Shapes: For Children and Adults, well that’s something we can get behind.
Off The Pages and Onto Your Wall
If you’re anything like me, you love looking at children’s books as much as your kids do. Okay, so maybe not the one I have to read fifteen times a day. But I do fantasize about some of the illustrators coming over to my house and jazzing up my daughter’s room.
One Less Battle in the Morning
We have arrived at the highly unanticipated "I can do it myself" stage in our household.Unfortunately, that includes thingsthat my daughter really can’t do herself, like chopping vegetables with a big pointy knife. So in order to maintain some semblance of my sanity, I’m in the market for anything that fosters independence–and won’t cut off her fingers.
I Got The Check
Check writing may not be as efficient as a debit card or as satisfying as handling actual cash, but to me it’s enjoyable in an old-fashioned pen to paper sort of way. But then again, I still own casette tapes.
What’s Bub Got to Do With It?
When my daughter is a bit older, she’s definitely going to be embarrassed by the nicknames I’ve given her, some of which are so long and absurd, they sound like a combination of Russian and Chinese as said by a person rolling marbles around in her mouth.
Go, Baby-O
Is your rendition of If You’re Happy and You Know It boring you and your toddler to tears? Could your Wheels on the Bus could use a little somethin’ somethin’? If so, Baby Loves Jazz: Go Baby Go is just what you need to rediscover the fun – and the funk – in kiddie tunes.
Thanks, Made it Myself
Whenever Hillary Lang posts photos of her crafty creations on her blog, Wee Wonderfuls, I sigh and try to imagine what it must be like to have that kind of talent. Mending a sock or sewing on a button, I can handle. Anything more complex gets outsourced.
Now This is the Way to Brag
My daughter is definitely an early bloomer when it comes to artwork. She’s already drawing faces that are a step above a massive scribble fest (if I do say so myself). But there’s only so much you can do with 25 notebooks full of toddler art.