Let’s All Do the Bump
If there is a "next time" and I end up with a cute little bump instead of the quadruple roly-poly thing I had with baby number one, I’m getting a cute little BUMP shirt to match.
If there is a "next time" and I end up with a cute little bump instead of the quadruple roly-poly thing I had with baby number one, I’m getting a cute little BUMP shirt to match.
Hurricane Katrina’s wrath was devastating for sure, but it also did damage in ways we don’t always think about. Consider the public libraries, for example. Seeing as how water and paper aren’t a very good combination, several libraries lost entire book collections–every single book–and desperately need to restack those stacks.
We’re suckers for charming handmade baby toys, doubly so when they’re crafted from natural materials like recycled wood, and double that when buying them does a little good for humanity. Pastel Toys hits the Trifecta for sure.
If your partner is anything like mine, his definition of hell is eight consecutive weeks of Lamaze class. Modus Five has come up with such a simple solution, it makes you wonder why no one has done it sooner.
Every year the World Cup brings in a new spate of obsessive soccer fans, and this year my own baby’s daddy was among the casualties–er, ranks.
While I know from experience that kids love hearing their own names in songs–even my own frighteningly off-tune renditions–I’ve got to admit I’m wary of those "personalized" CDs. The few I’ve heard have been absolutely, heinously, eardrum shattering. Then I discovered Name Your Tune, and suddenly I’m changing my tune.
I’ve met kids who will eat raw oysters and kids who clear their plates without being told. But I have yet to meet a kid who likes to wash his hands. Maybe if the bathroom were a more child-friendly place, the odds would tilt in the favor of personal hygiene?
If I have to hear Fruit Salad, Yummy Yummy one more time, I just might check myself into the mommy loony bin. Thank goodness for musician Jim Gill and his newest release, Moving Rhymes for Modern Times.
My older daughter, Mimi, is a princess-kittens-glittery flowers kind of girl. I can’t convince her to don any clothing that doesn’t scream I AM A GIRLY GIRL, most often in some shade of pink. Rosie, however, is more tomboy than princess, which makes shopping for both of them at once a little challenging.
Are you a member of the scrap paper/atm receipt/used envelope scribblers club? The first step to recovery is admitting that you have a problem. And considering my husband has a penchant for throwing away anypiece of paperthat is not attached to a spiral binding, I’m in desperate need of some list therapy.