Category Archives: Holiday

Caddy Shack

So, thinking about Groundhog Day got me thinking about Caddyshack. And Bill Murray.

Which led me to this.

Now, I know it’s a gopher.  I googled “gopher” and “groundhog” and “what’s the difference between a gopher and a groundhog” and there IS a difference.  Groundhogs are bigger and can swim.  But let’s face it, they’re both rodents, they look alike and have funny movies made about them.  STARRING BILL MURRAY!

I wonder if kids today will understand the humor in this artwork?  I haven’t stopped giggling since I saw it.  Thinking about ordering it and its counterpart for my son’s room.  He’ll think it’s a little funny and weird — typical of his mother.


I prefer to think I’m clever and funny.  But oh well.  To each his own.

What do you think?  Is this artwork something you’d “gopher?”

(And,now you know WHY my kids think I’m weird.)

Happy Holidays!

Happy Holidays!As another year winds down, we take the time to reflect on what’s important in life:  family, friends, health, love and laughter.  Happiness, joy and peace come in tow.  These are the blessings we have been granted. We put our hardships aside, even just for a little while, to appreciate the wonder and magic of the season.

Fortune has smiled benevolently upon us here at PoshTots, but that doesn’t mean we haven’t experienced low tide.  But, truly, we are lucky to be doing what we love – inspired by the people we love most in the world…our children.  And yours.

Thank you to all our wonderful customers, vendors, artisans, staff and supporters.  We are truly blessed.

Happy Holidays!

Let it Stroll, Baby, Stroll

Flyer by Bumbleride in VitaAs a purveyor of all things pint-sized and posh, we are constantly surveying the parents we pass to gain some perspective into our products.  Hey, we love ALL of our products, but we can’t have everything.  So, we pick and choose our faves.  What’s interesting is seeing what faves are picked elsewhere.

This time of  year, our sights are set on the stroller.  Christmas shopping of its own accord is close to a nightmare, but add a kid or two and all their accoutrements and, well, you better hope your kid gear and gadgets are still holding up.

Navigating holiday crowds is hard enough, but add a bulky stroller and it’s madness.  When my children were babies (there I go again, sounding just like my grandmother always did), I had a double tandem stroller that was huge and bulky and heavy.  I had to push it bent at a 90-degree angle to gain the power necessary to make it move.

Times have changed.  Strollers now pivot and swivel and collapse and expand…very space-age considering what I had to deal with.  I vaguely remember standing on the non-collapsing stroller in the parking lot, trying in vain to get it to fold.  ALL.  THE.  WAY.  DOWN.

Strollers today give the city slicker (or suburban mall mom) sleek maneuverability.  We likey. Very, very much.

Baby Jogger City Mini Single Strollers

Expecting a baby?  Check out our whole collection.  There’s something for the city slicker or mall mom in all of us.

Tis the Season

As I drag the holiday décor out of the attic every year, I can’t help but feel a little chill of excitement.  Christmas is in the air!  I love it when the house is decorated, and I like to do it big, just like my mother does, and my grandmother before her.  We’re talking total house overhaul.  I even have Christmas prints that replace other artwork around the house.

And then I start going through some of my holiday accoutrements.  Much of it I still love, but some of it…well, it’s tired.  And stale.  And I’m over it.  I thought it was so wonderful once.  But, seasons change and so do my tastes.

Tis the Season for Holiday Decor

So, I’m updating my holiday stash with a few choice pieces from PoshTots and PoshLiving this year.  Some pillows, a frame for the kids’ annual Christmas picture, and maybe an ornament or two.  Little pick-me-ups to put me in a jolly frame of mind.

‘Tis the season!

Babes in Toyland

'Tis the Season for ToysI heard Christmas music at Target today.  Now, I love Christmas music and adore listening to it while I shop, but it’s not even Thanksgiving.  And so I didn’t feel that warm, fuzzy feeling the holidays seem to give.  All I felt was…a sick-to-my-stomach kind of feeling.  And then panic.

I’m not ready for this!  I just finally returned all the back-to-school forms back to school.  I still have jack-o-lanterns on the front porch. I don’t even have winter coats for the kids yet.  Or boots or mittens.  I just mailed the thank you notes for my daughter’s birthday.  In June.  This. can’t. be. happening.

But it’s OK.  This year, I’m doing all my shopping online (at PoshTots, of course).  I know, I say that every year, but this year I mean it.  That way I can just have everything shipped to my parents’ house and no Santa surprises will be spoiled.

My daughter wants a dollhouse and a new desk.  Check (come to think of it, I want that desk!).  My older son wants bunk beds.  Check.  My youngest son, the budding scientist, is getting a molecule building set and the pedal race car.  Haha, what do you know?

The panic is gone.  Well, some of it.  I still have lots to do, but for once I feel like I’m actually ahead of the game.  I still have my parents, in-laws, etc. but for them I’ll take a peek at PoshLiving.  It’s going to be a great holiday!!!

Tutu Scary!

The other day I walked into a store to find a huge Halloween display.

Already.  And school hasn’t even started here.

Halloween Costumes and TutusMy children were thrilled, and entertained themselves while I browsed by setting off the talking skeleton and trying on and touching every. single. thing. on the display.

On the way home, and ever since, it’s all they talk about and plans are afoot for Halloween mayhem, even as I write this.  Costume deliberation has begun, in earnest.  And so I started brainstorming.

A tutu has always been my go-to for a girl, and PoshTots has always been my go-to spot (but of course!).  We’ve done the Ladybug and a chicken.  Yes, a chicken.  Seeing as my daughter is getting older now, I’m thinking that, as much as I’d love to see her in the Fluttergirl Tutu or the Hawaiian Hula or even the Genie Poof, I’m probably going to go for the Thankful Tutu (I just LOVE the idea of going as “Thankful” for Halloween – very clever) or the Chocolate and Pink and let her add her own groovy touches.   I can just see the pink/chocolate tutu with some killer boots and a jean jacket.  Her little princess days are over.  Sigh.

For more fabulous tutus, tiaras and every kind of poof imaginable, see all our  costumes & dress-up.

We love your stories.  Costume ideas anyone?  Please share!

Dad’s Day

This is a last-minute post, because lately I’m a last-minute kind of gal.  June gets out of control so quickly, between birthdays and father’s day and the end of school and the onset of summer activities and camps and swim team and stinking hot weather.  Try as I might, I just can’t seem to get my act together for Father’s Day.  Which is upsetting, because I’m blessed with a wonderful dad, an amazing husband and fantastic father-in-law.

And so, this year, I’ve decided to give the gift of self.  Gift cards to purchase, for themselves, whatever they want without having to feel guilty.  For my husband, the gift of self  means a day of golf, uninterrupted USOpen coverage on the tube, and a cookout with his best friends — all of whom became dads simultaneously and all of whom have celebrated together ever since.

Think about it.  Dads give so much of themselves to their families…what better gift than to give a little bit of that back to them??

My Mama Told Me…

…more like my mama showed me!

Since entering the hallowed halls of mama-dom, inordinate quantities of my mother’s maternal methodology have been assimilated — often shockingly so — into my own parenting protocol.

Surely, you know the surprising “traditions” to which I refer — those “when I’m a mother, I’ll never _____” rituals that until becoming a parent yourself, you’re blissfully unaware the maligned mommy-moves are hereditary. Cases in point: licking a finger in order to remove mystery schmutz from a baby’s face, the sing-songy “airplane into the hangar” spoon maneuver/food enticement method, and the repeated panic calls to the night nurse on duty…

Time to prepare for the mother of all days.  Speak openly with your would-be gift givers about what would make this Mother’s Day most memorable for you: a transcendent trip, an insightful investment, a tchotchke worth cherishing.

This year, I’m tapping into yet another of my mother’s annual observances. On Mother’s Day eve, some petite hands will be placed in Plaster of Paris — simply for sentiment’s sake.

Happy Mother’s Day to all!