|That's right - I found a beige trenchcoat!|
Anticipating a weekend of celebrating ME! Sunday is Mother’s Day and my birthday is Monday! That means this weekend is pretty much all about me. Now if only I could convince Kale of this….
Looking for some summer wardrobe staples. I swear, every summer I open up my drawers and find NO summer clothes!! Where do they all go?! And how come I have no idea what is in style anymore?! So give me your suggestions – what do I need to look somewhat hip this summer?
Thinking about the ongoing war on motherhood and recent backlash against attachment parenting that’s been popping up in the media lately. I love this response from The Mamafesto about the new Time Magazine cover story “Are you Mom Enough?” and PhD in Parenting’s critical analysis of Elizabeth Badinter’s book, The Conflict: How Modern Motherhood Undermines the Status of Women.
Welcoming warmer weather. Next week the weather is supposed to warm up and things look a bit more consistent. This year has been absolutely brutal for me in the migraine department, since they are triggered by barometric pressure changes and the weather has been all.over.the.place these past few months. Not only am I desperate to wear a skirt without tights, but I wouldn’t mind going more than two days without downing 40 liquid advils.
Loving Family Craft Night. Kale’s school sent home some craft supplies and asked that we have a family craft night. The “product” was then sent back to school and the kids talked about them during circle time. I’m not sure who enjoyed making the craft more – Kris or Kale.
Looking for his keys. Clearly this is a trait passed on from mother to son. Every morning he looks for his keys (because he needs to “unlock” every door from our house to his classroom…surprisingly there are a lot) and he can’t find them. He looks at me, makes a face, puts his hands up and shrugs, “Keys go, mama?” I don’t know, but keep an eye out for mine while you’re looking.
Thinking about the guy who cuts the grass at school. Seriously, I spend hours preparing food and crafts for this kid and he forgets about them three minutes later. A man comes to cut the grass at school and we hear about it at dinner for the next week.
Enjoying all of his birthday presents. Little does he know that the days of the giant circus tent from Uncle Karl are numbered. Enjoy while you can little man, I want my living room back (no worries – I’m not the worst mother ever. The circus tent will find a new home outdoors when the weather warms up).
Wishing we lived in a hotel with an elevator, a pool and a buffet. Seriously, Kale was made for hotel life. The other day he looked at me and asked “el-a-bator?” I shook my head. He asked “swimming pool?!” Sorry, buddy, we don’t have one of those either. His shoulders sagged. He thought for a moment. A light shone in his eyes. “Eat?” Sure, we got food. Let’s do buffet style.