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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.