When my brother and I were kids, we played endlessly with our Smurf figures. It didn’t matter that each character had a given name; we liked to assign individual ones ourselves. Brainy Smurf became Bookie (because he was book-smart, naturally), Smurfette was Girly and Papa Smurf was Santa (the red suit is a dead-giveaway). We had a blast because we were able to name and take our Smurfs on our own adventures…kind of like how I feel today as a mom with my kids. Not exactly, but I still enjoy making up silly names for my kids and taking them places. I recently noticed that my 7-year-old may have inherited this crazy (let’s call it “unique”) gene herself. She has taken to giving code names [&hellip
Monthly Archive:: October 2011
My sister’s co-worker is pregnant, and even though the baby shower is months away, she is already researching gift ideas. I don’t know about you, but when I received new baby presents, the personal, yet practical were the most memorable. Bibs rolled into lollipops were a delectable treat (little did I know just how many I would go through before the next load of laundry!). Diapers fashioned into cakes elicited “oh’s” and “ah’s” from my shower guests, disguising their usefulness as the top nursery necessity. And if there was one thing I remember appreciating from the moment I made my baby’s first diaper change, it was being armed with a tub of bathtime basics: baby shampoo, baby wash, lotion and diaper rash ointment. Seven years [&hellip
I’m not offended that my daughter would rather ride in my husband’s Audi TT than my car. Even if my set of wheels suits me just fine–and represents its own class of fine German engineering–(have you figured it out yet?) all they see is a station wagon instead of sports car. My 7-year-old loves the thrill of peeling down the street, racing ahead of traffic (notice I didn’t say “speeding”). It doesn’t hurt me one bit when she begs to go in my husband’s car when they head out for weekend errands, even if that means being cooped up in his tiny backseat (did I mention it’s tiny?). Taking it all in stride, I know she has simply inherited her father’s eye for sleek lines [&hellip
You don’t have to be a mathematician to know that babies need their tummy time. With so much of their day spent on the backs–sleeping, batting at toys under a play gym, etc.–during the early months, infants don’t have as much opportunity to develop upper body strength as they should. Hearing the call of eager-to-explore babies everywhere comes the Right Angle Tummy Triangle from Infantino. Designed by pediatric occupational therapists, this play gym is specially angled to promote muscle development in necks and legs, giving little ones a chance to flex their growing limbs. Ever try to get a baby to stay on her belly? It’s not as simple as it sounds. We like that the Tummy Triangle encourages this type of play with music, [&hellip
I’m a huge fan of kid products that serve more than one purpose: wipes for diaper changes and spot-cleaning, sunscreen with bug repellent…the list goes on. And when bathtime rolls around, having one less bottle of bubbles in our already-overcrowded bath caddy makes an otherwise nutty time of day a little more manageable. For the multitasking mama comes Philip Kingsley Baby Shampoo and Body Wash. The first product in a new line of baby care items named for the Hair Doctor himself, this extra-gentle formula contains a chamomile extract to soothe tender scalps and mild conditioning ingredients to prevent tangled tresses. Plus, it’s paraben (chemical)-free and has a non-allergen fragrance for sensitive, little noses. We love that PK Baby comes in a generously-sized, 500-ml pump [&hellip
My 7-year-old came home from the school the other day, raving about a fellow second grader’s in-class birthday party. “Mom, guess what everyone got?,” she enthused, salivating as she managed to get the words out. “Their own smoothie! Isn’t that awesome?” Yes, if you feel you can’t quite keep up with the Joneses when it comes to birthday celebrations for the kiddies, now you can really feel like your Mom of the Year award should be plucked down off the mantel. C’mon now, do you still bake those Duncan Hines brownies for class birthdays or, worse yet, pick up Munchkins on the way home from the office? For shame! Regardless of whether you work or stay at home with your kids, every mom likes to [&hellip
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