January 10, 2018

Hit Reset

Despite the big cliche talk of 'new years resolutions' and 'positive attitudes' the first week (or 9 days?) of 2018 were crappy. I felt like Tucker here, falling through a hole waiting to be rescued. On January 2 my husband blew out a tire and had to have the car towed (on the way home from Tucker's first indoor soccer clinic practice no less), no school on the 4th or 5th for snow, the baby broke out in an infectious rash on the 6th and had a double ear infection by the 7th, the basement pipes began leaking on January 8th, and today there is a client disaster at work.

But rather than despair (baby is still not sleeping despite my prayers and hopes for sleep in 2018), I'm hitting reset, both on the computer (because the internet is slower than a toddler getting dressed today), and on the new year. The tire is fixed, the pipe stopped leaking, the amoxicillin has kicked in, and Tucker loves soccer. And I've reevaluated the no wine on weeknights resolution...

**Update: As my karma for complaining above, since these events transpired last week, a few more have piled on. Husband gets massive tonsil infection and cant eat, hear, or swallow. Another snow day, school cancelled. Tucker sprains knee and needs a trip to urgent care at 6pm Thursday night to be sure nothing is torn. Baby's ENT appointment we waited forever to get is cancelled, news given to us after we arrive at scheduled appointment. Same car with repaired tire and tow on the 2nd now needs new 'blower' which costs $400 plus labor. SO I think I'm waiting until February for that reset.....

January 3, 2018


My 6 year old came home from school yesterday, jumped down from the last bus step in his usual spring board like manner. He came running toward me, arms outstretched for a hug. We came into the house, back pack thrown to the floor, shoes kicked off in different directions. He grabbed the iPad, headed to the cabinet to retrieve a snack, and nestled into a counter stool for a few minutes of decompression before the tiresome after school routine (dinner, read, homework, bath, play, 5 minute warning 15 times, bed) began again like groundhogs day.

But something about my now 6 and half year old was subtly different today. I felt him get older, sitting there, eating crackers. It was nothing overt or outspoken, more like the way you can sense snowfall despite a forecast of clear skies. The air hangs heavy with a smell that you can feel in your throat when you swallow a deep breath. But just like that, I saw my tiny toddler melt away a little more that day, replaced by a taller, leaner being, capable of backtalk and words that, though he doesn't quite appreciate them yet, carry meaning. His questions are direct and not as easily answered, (why do we go to Church if God is supposed to be everywhere?), and his anxieties about his world (I feel embarrassed when the 3rd graders laugh at me on the bus, why do they do that?) not as easily explained away.

So as 2018 begins, and I smell the emergence of a new age, somewhere north of toddler and still south of teen, I'm trying to hold onto my parenting confidence which is still constantly rattled. Amidst a sea of year end conference calls and client crisis, I realized the baby still hasn't began to sleep through the night yet. And as his first birthday peeks at us from the calendar I'm reminded just how little I actually know about raising children (and how much I need to avoid baby blogs). Deep breaths, calm voices, and lots of hugs.

December 19, 2017


I cant tell you how much money I have saved since I discovered Kate Somerville products thanks to one of my favorite bloggers, Sabrina at The Beauty Look Book. In the past I'd try a new wash/toner/lotion, find it to be mediocre, or decent at best, and a few weeks later, I would move it over to my husband's side of the bathroom shelf to finish, as I had lost interest.

I am 35, oily mixed with dry patches, mixed with occasional acne. (As you read this, I'm driving to New York (for the 4th time this month!) for a work meeting, so add to that I have huge under-eye bags.) The joy of finding the right products, ugh. But, I'm pretty sure I can now say I've found my holy grail. The best wash I have ever used to date is the Eradikate wash, which by some magic, dries up acne but does not dry out my skin. I follow with the clarifying toner at night, and then an Origins night cream that I don't think I can live without. The prices are reasonable for quality skin care (the wash is $38 and lasts forever, while the night cream is $44 with similar jar longevity since you only need a small amount). On two separate occasions recently, people I don't know have complimented my skin. The first time I chalked it up to my Tarte foundation, but the second time was after the gym and I was of course sans-makeup. So I think this new lineup is working magic for me.

December 13, 2017

Holiday Insta-Round Up

gingerbread house workshop with my #1 bud

casual fall weekend wear

Bloody Marys are the best!

Welly Bear's first haircut!

Friendsgiving cocktails with some amazing friends who happen to be neighbors

happy kids table on Thanksgiving

Tucker made me do this....

the extent of my #cybermonday splurge this year

Christmas cheer brought to you by Tucker

Weeknight charity event

December 6, 2017

Closet Staples

Closet Staples

I will not be buying 'holiday' pieces this year, but my calendar is still full of some fun events over the next few weeks. So I picked my favorite basics- a J.Crew cotton cashmere tunic (at least 3 years old) and a pair of J.Crew black Pixie pants (I'm not sure they still make this, but its likely some of you own it from several years ago, or some other version of a black legging style pant). Target has some great pairs too. Change the shoes, the necklace, the lip color, add a scarf, some earrings. You get the point. I've worn this look already one time to the baptism of my best friends baby last weekend (bow flats and plum lipstick) , and have it in the queue for next week's mom's dinner and a movie. Nothing says 'happy holidays' like not having to shop for a new outfit!

November 30, 2017

Less is More

In the season of gifting, and the omnipresent 'SALE' signage, its tempting to shop, and shop (and shop some more). But in an effort to keep it simple, further the lessons of generosity we try so hard all year to foster in our children, and remain on that #budget, I am turning off my social media feed for a while (and updating who I follow).

I'm also getting rid of nearly everything non-essential in my closet. I read an article about a few working moms who took a challenge to wear nothing but a simple black dress to work everyday for 2 weeks. They could change up the accessories, the shoes, the lip color. But the outfit itself was the same (or a variation of the same black dress) every day. The result? Elation. Freedom. More spare time they touted. While I'm not running out for 5 black dresses tomorrow, I'm taking the lesson to heart. That $100 pattern blouse with bell sleeves and a fancy neckline? You'll wear it once. You'll promise to wear it again next year, but it will probably feel dated by then (because lets be serious- if Loft shows me one more cold-shoulder/bell sleeve/tie sleeve top, those loose sloppy layers and ties just begging to be dipped into my toddler's mashed carrots, or whatever else I may be eating myself- I'm going to lose my sh*t).

So the more 'special' something looks in the store, the less likely you'll actually get your money's worth out of it. A pair of black velvet pants? Sure- they are 1) black, and 2) can dress up any outfit making it 'holiday' on more than 1 occasion without being an obvious outfit repeat (which, by the way, I do all the time and have zero problem with). A plaid button down from J.Crew that every blogger is wearing in every staged Instagram shot and new outfit post? Sure- plaid is good for at least half the year on the east coast, and can be worn partially tucked into those black velvet pants with some nice earrings for a festive party. Go for it.

But put down the flow-y, peasant-meets-NYC drop sleeve, open shoulder, lace trimmed top and get something you won't groan about seeing in your closet 9 months from now. Too late? There's always the Salvation Army and local donation drives, which we frequent every month as the baby outgrows his adorable clothes.

So happy holidays, shop less, accessorize what you have more, and drink up. (I am not downsizing our wine supply).

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