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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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."