Family Tree
For some reason, finding a photo ornament to hang on the tree is like looking for a recipe for no-calorie cheesecake–it’s out there, but you’re not gonna like it.
Show ‘Em The Battleship, Emma
They’re the latest and greatest non-edible treat for kids: Temporary tattoos. Way cooler than character-themed bandages covering non-existent boo-boos, and with better results than freehand Sharpie drawings, temporary tattoos let kids decorate themselves (instead of the walls–key!) without consequence.
Picking the Bucket
I’m always looking out for interesting gift sets for new babies, and there are certainly plenty to choose from. But once in a while I find one with a nice extra touch, and that’s the one I just have to get. In this case, it’s the gift buckets from Confetti Kidz.
Beyond Cheerios and American Cheese
I’m a huge fan of ethnic foods, however any attempts to get my 2-year-old to try curry or sushi has failed miserably. Well, I may just have found a solution that requires neither cooking, nor the hurling of unusual foods in the nice, quiet restaurant.
Only One Sheep Required
As an avid musician, children’s toys and music boxes have all but killed my love for music–it’s nearly impossible to find a nice nursery music maker that isn’t bright yellow and blue and doesn’t play a weird choppy version of Fur Elise. (You know, that awful Beethoven piece that you never want to hear ever again).
Pump Up The Volume
Sometimes you want music for your children that teaches essential pre-school concepts like counting or sharing. But then there are times you and your kids just want to rock. And that’s when you need a copy of the brand new CD from Brooklyn-based Audra Rox: I Can Do It By Myself!
Let Your Proud Mama Out
Do you know how hard it is not to wave pictures of my daughter at every passerby? I vowed never to be sucked into thewallet-photo flasher club, however on some occassions, I just can’t help myself.
Argh, Scurvy Baby!
There’s something about a tiny little piece of jewelry with my daughter’s name on it that calls to me. The problem is, I’m just not one for the pink beaded numbers with the teddy bear charms.
It’s a Nice Day for Some Black Bedding
So you had to take out your belly ring, and your maternity pants cover up your lower back tattoo. But just because you’ve sacrificed a little of your own rock n’ roll style for motherhood doesn’t mean you have to give up entirely.
Mm, Mm, Mm…Toasty
I spent an entire day wracking my brain, trying to determine why we did not own a proper winter jacket for our baby last winter. Then the all-knowing daddy came to the rescue: "Because we had a Popover." D’oh!