The party is fun… but after the party is better. My mom always used to say (and still says) that December 26 is her favorite day of the year. Agreed. The gifts under the tree have been opened. The leftovers are being eaten (frosted sugar cookies for breakfast included). The kids are playing with the…
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Good Weekend Getaway: We are not boring parents.
DISCLOSURE: This post is part of a sponsored partnership with The Ranch at Laguna Beach located in Southern California. All experiences and opinions involving husbands, wives, a good weekend getaway, boring parents and homemade smoked bourbon bacon cinnamon rolls are mine. Fine. I’ll admit it. I was a little freaked to go on a mini-getaway with my…
Getting to the gratitude.
The annual arrival of Thanksgiving always prompts me to get in the gratitude mood and reflect on the past year: What went right, what went wrong… what I did well, what I sucked at… what I’ve learned. This year started with the most legendary January 1st I ever could’ve cooked up for myself. It continued with…
Today Show! Perspective, motivation & momlife.
You never know where life is going to lead. I used to say that before becoming a mother, but now (5 years in) I actually believe it. I know it. I feel it. It’s true: You never know where life is going to lead. Personally. Professionally. Emotionally. Last week marked my second live appearance on…
The great pumpkin dilemma in the Big Apple.
The other day I was having a particularly extra-relatable rant fest with one of my favorite mom friends. We were venting and laughing (ok, more venting than laughing) about how moms are charged with problem-solving everything. Everything. EVERYTHING. (Amiright?) What’s for dinner? Who’s going to watch the girls on Saturday night? Who’s going to pickup…
Me Time. Gotta light? {video}
I’ve been crazy lately. Weird. Frantic. Nervous. I’m thinking it has something to do with a wacky week that included my daughter’s 5th birthday parties (notice I said that in the plural… one Sunday night dinner for family & one after-school tea party for neighborhood friends — both homemade, if you will) plus wild night at Disneyland,…
Five years old = 43,800 hours.
Five. 5. Five years. 5 years. Five years old. It’s been five years. 260 weeks. 1,825 days. 43,800 hours. (Is my math right?) Kinda feels like five minutes. The days are long but the years are short. There’s a reason cliches are true. Because they’re true. My first baby – the wee one who inspired the…
