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I've heard it a thousand times, as I'm sure you have too: avoid labeling your kid--labels stick. This goes for anything from labeling them as shy, clumsy, chubby, and, in my case, picky. But since my elder Boy Wonder will undoubtedly be eating chicken tikka masala on a regular basis by the time he can read this (I'm an optimist), and since this is just between you and me, he's a pretty damn picky eater. As such, I'm always looking for new, fun recipes he can help with and will enjoy eating while broadening the spectrum of his excruciatingly limited palate.
M and I were recently interviewed by the Denver Post about how to keep the little ones entertained (but safe) at home. You can read the full article here. My contribution to the article centered on the transformation my balcony goes through each summer...I've spent the last two years trying to find items that look cool, and are also portable, washable and store-able. Lastly, I want to be able to quickly transform the space from a day-use play space, to a night-use dinner space. Here's what I've found:
It probably won’t surprise you to learn that I was not satisfied with my initial high chair purchase for my eldest son. Despite my best efforts, I, like many parents-to-be, did not make the best baby gear choices with Boy Wonder No. 1. . . While many people feel compelled to rationalize and justify their purchases, regardless of their dissatisfaction, I feel the need to rectify these situations. And with a blog like this, why not? Thank you, CraigsList, for making this possible. Here I compare three modern-style wooden high chairs, including the Svan, the Stokke Tripp Trapp and the Keekaroo Height Right High Chair.
There's just so much to love about food blogger Bea, of La Tartine Gourmand. She's a mom.  She's French.  She's traveled the world, writes for the Boston Globe Food section, and comes up with utterly amazing recipes like her Goeey Chocolate Cakes.I know what you are thinking.  Goeey chocolate cakes have been done before.  True.  But this recipe is...
My plight of unrequited green-ness is well documented here, but on this, the 40th anniversary of Earth Day, I want to celebrate what I think I am doing right for our planet and for the future of my kids.  Here are five changes that I've found to be really easy. 
I want to provide a fun, child-friendly atmosphere for my kids, but I loathe, loathe, loaaathe most children's furniture, design motifs and color schemes. For the most part, they're just so bizarrely saccharine that they seem intentionally designed to assault adult sensibilities.
IMG_0934I'm slowly transitioning away from plastic. Our plastic bags have been replaced by Envirosax Bags (to read all about my love for them, click here), plastic sippy cups never stood a chance against my Sigg bottles (despite the recall, I'm still a fan) and at long last, I've found a solution that makes those annoying little plastic baggies obsolete: Lunch Skins.
Can you imagine having a job where you don’t even get a chair to sit in? . . . And when you do get to sit on the peculiarly oversized furniture, you have to hoist yourself up, throw one leg up to your ear and claw and scratch your way into the seat. . . . Such is the plight of your average 2-6-year-old. No wonder they’re cranky by 5 o’clock.
I love the reinvigorated feeling the New Year brings— a sense of wistful relief that the holidays won’t be back for almost a whole year, and then, even in this darkest of winter months, a sudden burst of energy compelling me to be a better version of myself. I assure you, I have many loftier New Year’s resolutions than to organize my home, like apologizing without qualification to my husband (I’m sorry I’m totally nagging you, BUT. . .). However, I’ve already had a good deal of highly gratifying success with this resolution, and without much effort, I might add.
My long-smoldering crush on Jamie Oliver jumped to full flame a few weeks ago when I discovered his iPhone App, Jamie Oliver 20-Minute Meals. . . It is, hands-down, one of the best-ever for busy moms (or should I say mums?) on the run.