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Meet Chichi

Meet Chichi

Name: Chichi MonkeyOccupation: Best friend, Co-conspirator, AnarchistBirth: I was gifted to my best friend by his Grandma. I come from the Now & Then Shoppe in Fort Smith, Arkansas.Hobbies: Shenanigans with my best friend Fletcher, watching Curious George, traveling on airplanes, playing with trains, and taking the blame when Fletcher gets in trouble. Sometimes I go for swims in the toilet and in the bathtub because I just can't help myself.Highlight of my life so far: Meeting Woody from Toy Story at Disneyworld. He really "got" what I've been through.Hopes & Dreams: I wish to be truly clean again, maybe...

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Mom In Training

Mom In Training

When I was just out of college, I was in sales for a very large juvenile products company. My job was to sell strollers and car seats to buyers at some very large retailers. I flew all over the country, often times with a stroller, pack 'n play, or highchair sample. Once or twice I didn't have time to ship a sample out of ahead of me, and I had to bring it with me on the plane. I would get some strange looks as I pushed a stroller with no baby in sight. Once I arrived at my destination...

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The Mechanics of Boys - True Potty Humor

The Mechanics of Boys - True Potty Humor

This is a guest blog by Becky Nutt, a mom of 2 Men in Training in Arizona. I think I always wanted boys (but I can't remember because until recently I went on a 4 year streak of never sleeping through the night and I'm certain there is permanent damage). I do remember being excited when the ultrasound tech announced a boy, and I thought "Hey, it can't be too hard! You just point it down!"Oh how I'm laughing at myself now. The logistics of boys and the bathroom are FAR more complicated than that.Initially, our biggest struggle was that...

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UPDATED: I Steal Chicken Nuggets

UPDATED: I Steal Chicken Nuggets

I steal chicken nuggets.Let me preface this whole post with this. I have a wonderful mother. My sister and I were always adorably dressed, completely content, and felt extremely well loved. But. There was something she would do that I SWORE I would never do. When we would go to McDonalds, she would always end up swiping a portion of our Happy Meals. Did we always finish our Happy Meals? Well, no.....but it was just the principle of the matter to us. It got to a point where we would put black pepper on our french fries as soon as...

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Raising a Red Sox Fan

Raising a Red Sox Fan

Hearing of a recent record breaking come-from-behind win by the Boston Red Sox, I am reminded of when we brought Logan to his first Red Sox game. He was six years old, and the Sox were playing the Orioles.Unfortunately, the game was not going very well and the Red Sox were getting crushed. Logan looked dejected, particularly because right behind us was a loud, obnoxious, 20-something Orioles fan who didn’t care that his guest (his mom) was a Red Sox fan nor that he was ruining my son’s first game experience (of which he was informed). I’ve rarely seen nor...

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