Martha, Martha, Martha

I have always enjoyed a good craft project. I blame it on my years in Brownies, summer day camp and my mother. There wasn’t a sleepover or party my sister and I hosted as kids that did not include a craft project. There was my birthday sleepover when I was in the fifth grade where

Mommies Don’t Get Sick Days

How being a stay-at-home-mom is different from working (this is certainly not a complete list): * I don’t have to look nice for my boss. He appreciates my work no matter what I’m wearing. * The hours are much longer now – if you think a Blackberry doesn’t give you peace, try the Ferber method.

If Life’s a Beach, I Have Nothing to Wear

Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. I did it. I went on the dreaded bathing suit shopping expedition. I’m happy to say I made it out alive, but I think I left my dignity in the fitting room at Macy’s. I know swimsuit shopping is dreaded by most (okay, ALL) women, but let’s keep in mind that

America’s Got What?

I have a sad, sad addiction to reality television. I’d like to think that I have standards, but when the award-winning “Amazing Race,” “American Idol” and “Project Runway” aren’t on, I still find myself tuning in at the end of the day when my mommy-fried brain has read the first paragraph of Fareed Zakaria’s latest

Thanks Big Papi!

High Heeled Mama has a confession to make. I wear socks with my heels. Well, not really. But I am a die-hard Red Sox fan (hopefully that won’t turn any of you away). So it was with great anticipation that we took peanut to his first Red Sox game (thank you interleague play). Considering the

Lull in the Conversation

It’s happened. I’ve become that mother. Oh, you know the one — and probably because you’ve done it, too. Yup, in a social gathering I talked about peanut’s poop. I swore I wouldn’t become that mama, and then, like an out of body experience, I watched in horror as the words escaped my mouth. Thankfully,

Parental Advisory — Contains Some Violence

When I was pregnant and found out that we were having a boy, I decided that I wouldn’t want him to play with toy guns. It seems to me that child’s play should model positive behaviors. I am feeling a bit hypocritical, however. I, like many other loyal viewers, was eagerly awaiting the series finale

Welcome!

Welcome to High Heels and High Chairs! After working for nearly 10 years in the world of public relations, I have now entered the world of baby relations. I’ve gone from press releases to a plethora of interesting baby releases (ew!); event production to milk production; satellite feeds to solid feedings; and crisis communication to,