tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387621982012-01-09T13:35:13.920-05:00You didn't know you needed it, but I'm here to tell you that you do.Chicky Chicky Babyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18056206889322232109noreply@blogger.comBlogger231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38762198.post-75017029061100582932009-03-01T20:16:00.002-05:002009-03-02T09:16:44.429-05:00

As any parent of a three year old knows, nightlights are essential to keeping not only kids that age happy but also their parents. Something tells me if we didn't have the appropriate light to darkness ratio in my daughter's room we'd be seeing her a lot more in the middle of the night, and we don't want that to happen. No, that would be bad. Very bad.Chicky has been thrilled with her Sylvania

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I'm convinced that all children are one part spastic animal beast, bouncing off of walls and climbing furniture every chance they get, and one part couch potato, zoned out and drooling in front of the television if allowed.How the two co-exist in the same body, I'll never know.What I do know is I'd like to harness the energy of one and rouse the other from its stupor. If only I could get the two

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"Are these books for her or for us?"That was my husband's question upon reading "Ready for the Day" and "Ready for Bed" to our three year old daughter. And he was right; the books are just as much of a reminder to parents to be positive while dealing with the more challenging aspects of their toddler's or pre-schooler's personality as it is life lessons for children.The two stories are

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It's no exaggeration when I say that my daughter would rather sit on the couch and have book after book read to her than play with a room full of toys. Which is great for her but a little tiring for the person reading the books - Me. It will be a happy day when she learns to read a book all by herself because maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to read my own books again.To further along the

Chicky Chicky Babyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18056206889322232109noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38762198.post-54368484973400381962008-07-13T19:49:00.004-04:002008-07-14T12:04:54.443-04:00

This is going to be an easy and quick review. Ready?I love Tiny*Prints cards.It really is as simple as that. I love them. These contemporary and stylish personalized cards are simple to make, simple to order, and Tiny*Prints has a wide range of choices in different price points for every occasion from birth announcements, like the one I created to let everyone know about the arrival of my

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My daughter inherited my husband's blue eyes and his dimple. From me she got her skinny legs and long torso. And from the both of us, our impossibly thin, straight hair.Sorry kid.Barrettes are a must for her, however. I'm letting her bangs grow out so her hair will be all one length and that makes at least one barrette a necessity. She's pretty good about letting me put them in and leaving

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"Lazy" is one word I would have no problem using to describe me. "Procrastinator" is another one. Put the two together and throw in the fact that I only use digital cameras to take pictures of my daughter and my poor family and friends never get copies of all the adorable shots I take.They beg. They cajole. They threaten sometimes, if I'm being frank. We'd really like some pictures of our (

Chicky Chicky Babyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18056206889322232109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38762198.post-7134716745477428772008-05-05T11:24:00.004-04:002008-05-05T11:53:03.588-04:00

Okay, so I'm not exactly what one could call a "Rookie" mom. I have one daughter who by the grace of God, Allah, or Snuggle the Fabric Softener Bear (pick your deity, I'm flexible) has made it to three years old without once being sold to the gypsies.Though we did threaten on occasion to give her to Goodwill or leave her by the side of the road in a box that said "Free! To a good home."But we

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Just a quick recap of my recent all expenses paid jaunt to Johnson & Johnson's Camp Baby, recorded mainly for posterity rather than for any entertainment value since I seem to have lost my funny somewhere between New Jersey and Boston.The Good - - I'm not going to lie, the swag was phenomenal. J&J pulled out all the stops when it came to providing us with access to their products. The only

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There are certain magazines I need to have in my home at any given time - People, Real Simple, and Martha Stewart Living (not that I'll ever be Martha-ish but I dare to dream) are a few examples. I'll bring in the occasional gossip rag like US magazine too, but none of these are the types of reading materials I want my impressionable almost three year old to pick up and thumb through. Though

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There once was a time when my handy ice scraper was a cassette tape holder.Yes siree, I cleared a lot of windows with that clear plastic box that once held my copy of Def Leppard Hysteria.You would think I would have gotten myself a real, honest to goodness ice scraper with the harsh bristle brush on the other end, but you would be wrong. I was 18. I had far more important things to think about

Chicky Chicky Babyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18056206889322232109noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38762198.post-34641297760425142052008-01-21T15:05:00.000-05:002008-01-21T15:59:03.406-05:00

I was recently asked to review the Comfy Easy PC Learning System for toddlers. Since we're a computer savvy family (okay, we're computer obsessed) and I do allow my daughter to play simple online kid-friendly video games I was intrigued as to what Comfy could offer my child as far as fun and education.The setup was easy but I still had my husband, the computer geek, take care of that. We

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I will admit I'm sort of high maintenance when it comes to makeup. However, I'm the kind of woman who is high maintenance (in that I refuse to leave the house without makeup) but I usually look very low maintenance (in that I have no idea what I'm doing with it and end up putting on the bare minimum so I still look like death warmed over but at least I feel like I have my battle paint on).I'm

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I will admit, we don't get many natural disasters up here in ol' New England. We may get the occasional hurricane or ground rumbler, which technically qualifies as a earthquake, but that's usually the worst of it. Okay, in my early teens we had a nasty tornado come through a neighboring town that almost completely leveled a residential street, but that was the worst catastrophe of the kind I

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I am a cookbook junkie. A good portion of one of my kitchen counters is dedicated to holding the various food specific tomes my husband and I have collected throughout the years. Believe it or not, we actually use almost all of them. When I was asked by the Parent Bloggers Network to review the new cookbook Deceptively Delicious by Jessica Seinfeld I asked myself, for about .6 seconds, if I

Chicky Chicky Babyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18056206889322232109noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38762198.post-64190033211096324402007-09-19T20:55:00.000-04:002007-09-21T08:42:45.785-04:00

This is a review for the Parent Bloggers Network and Ryka. Ryka is giving away 50 pairs of sneakers a day until Oct. 25. Fifty pairs of shoes a day! Why wouldn't you enter a contest like that??------------------I have a hard time finding shoes that fit me. A really hard time. With the width of my feet a staggeringly narrow quadruple A it's difficult to find a shoe, especially a sneaker, that

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Nina Garcia (yes, that Nina Garcia) has branched out from magazines and television and lent her expertise to the book world in the form of The Little Black Book of Style and I'd like to get down and kiss her Manolo Blahniks for doing so.I received this book at just the right time in my life. My daughter is no longer a clingy baby and I no longer feel the need to wear to wear my mommy uniform -

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You lucky parents with kids that go to school, you get to ship them off for the day.I'm counting the hours until the day I get to do that. Sigh.I'm sure school shopping is no picnic so here's a few recommendations to help make your life easier. No, I haven't been there myself, but I am an expert shopper. It's true, ask the employees of Target. They know me by name.Mabel's Labels - You send

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When life was simpler (read: before having a child) I used to love to dig through piles of castoff items at yard sales, state fairs, "antique" stores and the like. I spent my summer vacations in Maine, going from one small store to the next, searching for that something special to add to my already growing collection of antique cameras, candlesticks and Fiestaware. I was on a mission. I was

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I am hopelessly disorganized. I'm the type of person to have Post-It notes on every flat surface to remind me to do everything from buy the groceries to scratch my own nose... Except I'm not organized enough to buy the darn Post-Its. So I had high hopes when the Parent Bloggers Network asked me to review Cozi Central, free (Free!) organizational software that you download to your home

Chicky Chicky Babyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18056206889322232109noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38762198.post-71131481335005438152007-04-18T10:27:00.000-04:002007-04-18T11:44:09.477-04:00

It's early in the morning. Your eyes are only half open as you approach your child's room. Your child, of course, is fully awake and raring to go but you are still semi-comatose. The last thing you want to find before you've had your morning cup of coffee is your child soaked head to toe because their overnight diaper just couldn't handle the load.But that's what you find. Again.So you strip

Chicky Chicky Babyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18056206889322232109noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38762198.post-1170898329912514032007-02-07T19:39:00.000-05:002007-02-08T09:07:57.690-05:00

A note to the men who may consider reading the new book "Babyproofing Your Marriage" but might be scared off because it was written by three women... Don't think this book is for you, guys? Think again.I've got three words for you: Five. Minute. Fix.What's "The Five-Minute Fix"? Go read the book. It's worth it just for that. Trust me.However, "Babyproofing Your Marriage", by Stacie

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I gave up nightclubs a couple of years before I became a mom. I just couldn't take them anymore; the smoke, the drunken, unintelligible pick-up lines, trying to talk with your friends over the ear-splitting house music, it was all too much for me to take. Mix all that with the fact that I dance like a wounded chicken and you can see why I was only too thrilled never to see the inside of a club

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