I’m not sure what it is about the tie that makes us grab them in desperation for Father’s Day gifts. Me included. But this year, I urge you to return it–it’s not too late!–and instead check out the plethora of appropriate hipster dad gifts at McSweeney’s Store, the online shop of Dave Egger’s hilarious literary journal.
Remember when you were little and someone introduced you to the local candy store for the first time–and they gave out samples? Free! That’s how I felt when I discovered Hip Young Parent: The Children’s Music Alternative.
When your child finally leaves the 35-pound diaper bag stage, you’re left with a couple of options: Continue carrying the same gigantic bag even though you could basically fit your kid in there, or dare to toss a sippy cup in your purse.
Year after year, my mother outfitted me in dresses that were fine for the classroom, but completely inappropriate for the playground. While all the other girls wore slacks and hung upside down from the monkey bars, I stood off to the side and silently cursed my mother’s sewing machine.
It’s easy to appreciate beautifully hand-knitted garments, but creating them isn’t necessarily a piece of cake. The mere presence of two X chromosomes does not endow a woman with a talent for needlework (as much of the CMP staff will assure you).
There’s nothing more painful for me than trying to find a bathing suit that fits my new post-childbearing body along with my style sense. But I recently discovered Poppi Swim and Sport, and now I’m actually excited about getting into the pool this year. And no, I never thought I’d say that.
In the height of the preppy craze, I begged my mother for a monogrammed sweater to wear with my Calvin Klein jeans. She refused, telling me that I’d outgrow the sweater in a year, so what was the sense in spending extra money to embroider my initials on it? Grr…
I’m not worried about keeping up with the Joneses when it comes to my girls’ birthday parties. You won’t find a petting zoo in my backyard, nor will I be sending guests home with goodies that rival the contents of Oscar night swag bags. Still, I want to make the party memorable.
If you’ve been wavering on whether or not to cloth diaper your child, we might have found something to seal the deal. Although sorry, it isn’t totally odorless poop that magically disappears on contact with air.
Aside from the rare celebrity or overexposed heiress who schedules her delivery around her publicity schedule, most women don’t exactly look forward to c-sections.