Siblings With Style
The time has come for me to search for the perfect big sister shirt for my daughter. But, I’m not so much for the sparkley stick figures designs or the cutesie kid-style typefaces I keep coming across.
The time has come for me to search for the perfect big sister shirt for my daughter. But, I’m not so much for the sparkley stick figures designs or the cutesie kid-style typefaces I keep coming across.
I’m a lover, not a wrapper. My version of creative holiday giftwrapping involves creating a messy patchwork of paper from mismatched leftover scraps.
I just came to the realization that the hooded towels Iown cover only about half of my 2-year-old daughter’s body. No wonder she’s always shivering after bathtime.
It’s not easy finding The Perfect Gift eight times in a row. No wonder my parents always pushed us to opt for the "one big gift" on Hannukah instead of the eight little ones. Consider your list now reduced to seven.
When I was in middle school, I should have failed Home Economics. I burned my banana bread in cooking class, and the blouse for my final sewing project might have fit had my head been the same size as my arms. But woodshop–now that, I aced. And Aunt Ginny loved her new birdhouse.
If your husband’s like mine, he refuses to carry any sort of diaper bag. I’ve tried Camo messenger bags, hulking backpacks and indie-rock totes, but nooooooo. He has rejected each and every one. So when I saw the Dad Gear Diaper Vest at Emmy and Ally, it was like the clouds parted and all was well in the world.
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.
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.
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.
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.