I’ve always liked the idea of turning a favorite photo of my child into a piece of artwork. But a lot of those Warhol-eque services just look like a computer novice took a Photoshop 101 class, and went nutty with the filters. What ever happened to art made by actual artists?
Artwork depicting the ABC’s or 1-2-3’s usually has a fairly short shelf-life (or wall-life, more accurately). Pastels and teddy bears are often deemed "babyish" around the same time that the diapers disappear.
I’ve groused before about the practice of sending thank you notes that are supposedly written by the baby. I know it’s intended to be cute, but it induces involuntary eyerolls in me.
I have developed a wee bit of cynicism about the recent spate of irreverent momoirs and advice books out there for parents. The vast majority have terrific titles…and that’s pretty much where you’ll want to stop reading. So I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect when I heard about Peeing in Peace: Tales and Tips for Type A Moms.
I have been known, on more occasions than I should admit, to saving those cheap free hangers you get with purchases. Butlately, the sea of plastic has been taking over my daughter’s closet, and they just don’t cut it for those extra special outfits that deserve a little more TLC.
Admittedly I’m a little opinionated when it comes to art. Sometimes I come across a piece I’m considering buying…
Having a baby can even the most organized of mothers a run for their money. And save having a personal assistant, it seems like it’s a common known fact that moms just aren’t going to be able to keep everything together as well as they did pre-kiddo.
One of the hardest aspects of being a working mom is that first day back to work after maternity leave. All things being equal, most of us would rather be at home wiping bums than at the office with our noses up one. Or at least for a few more months.
A desk full of odd scraps of paper with names and phone numbers scribbled on them – that’s what I face each time I want to schedule a playdate for my older daughter. And I know that’s what her friends’ mothers face too, since I typically scrawl my details on the back of a grocery receipt.
I’m all for books that teach my kids more than just their animals. I mean, cripes, if we have to take the time to read it to them 500 times, it might as well teach them other things too, right? Like how to make their own breakfast, mow the lawn, or even better, make me a cocktail.