Out of Touch
I am officially out of touch. I picked up an Us Magazine the other day and didn't recognize half of the celebrities pictured. I don't watch American Idol. I've never seen The Hills. And I'm not even sure what Gossip Girl is. I've heard of bands like Fallout Boy and Panic at the Disco. I think they are supposed to be cool but I don't know what they sing. I haven't seen a movie in the theatre in, um, a very long time. I don't even go to the mall anymore, so Old Navy is now my fashion compass. . . .
I Am The Queen of Self-Care
Some days, your values just collide, and you have to choose between self-care and a competing value. Oftentimes, it is self-care vs. kid-care. Today, it was self-care vs. frugality. Frugality won.This was my afternoon snack. Two half-eaten apples. Because I wanted an apple, but couldn't stand to throw away randomly-bitten-but-mostly-intact apples I served my kids for lunch. They were 69 cents each, after all.In retrospect, perhaps self-care would have been a better choice. . . .
What Am I Doing Wrong Here?
There are so many days where, as a mom, I feel completely unequipped. I am often looking around and feeling like I am the ONLY mom fumbling this much and in so much chaos. I am the mom who forgets water bottles at playgroup, who forgets sunscreen at the beach, who forgets to pack lunch for preschool, who forgets the helmet at the skate park. I try very hard to overcompensate for this by being "intentionally organized". I know my weaknesses, and try very hard to plan for things well ahead of . . .
Priorities
I heard an interview with Jamie Lee Curtis the other day. She talked about her new wardrobe manifesto: she only wears black and white. Rather than a fashion statement, she is trying to simplify her daily routine and take "picking out an outfit" out of the equation. She quipped:"I never represented glam. That's the thing, you'll never see me in the front row of a fashion show. I'm uninterested in it. I find it trivial and banal and boring. I find it to be the least interesting thing that a woman . . .
Hover Craft
This morning I hosted a playdate for my son and three other little boys. My son was really struggling to get along with them, for many reasons. For one, my son was the youngest, so he was having trouble following the "rules" of their games, and frustrating them. Also, the other boys spend a lot of time with each other, and they seemed to get a kick out of acting like Jafta was a complete social parasite. And then, my son has the typical 3-year-old tendencies of not sharing, not following . . .
Happiness at the Misfortune of Others
DEF schadenfreude SHOD-n-froy-duh, noun: a malicious satisfaction obtained from the misfortunes of others.My kids love a book called "No, David". It is the first choice for reading of both my toddler and preschooler. I first saw this book in a bookstore, and thought that the depictions of this rascly little boy and the trouble he gets in to portrayed a negative message to kids. On every page, David is doing something naughty and being chastised by his mother. I thought, what a negative book, and . . .
Speaking of Mutual Enjoyment
This is Mark's idea of doing something he loves with Jafta:Now if only he can get India on board. No pun intended. . . .
Mutual Enjoyment
I'm always looking for activities to do with the kids that are actually enjoyable for me too. Not that I don't love pretending to be an alligator all day long (what adult wouldn't), but sometimes I just want to do something that I enjoy too. Something that makes me feel like a part of the day was by my own choice. But it's hard work figuring out ways to eek out "me time" with two kids in tow. And since they don't enjoy art museums or avant-guard theatre quite yet, I'm left with . . . walking. . . .
Is yours the black kid?
It's always funny seeing people trying to be PC about our transracial family. It's like everyone is scared to say the word "black" or describe him in those terms. I am constantly chuckling to myself when people will say, "is that your son over there, with the blue shirt, and jeans?" or "is your son the one with dreadlocks?". Particularly because in most scenarios here in vanilla OC, he is the one-and-only black child in a 20-mile radius. So why does it seems so weird just to cut to the chase and . . .
The Softer Side of Sears
We just had another round of family photos at Sears. I always promise myself I won't go back to a mall-type studio, because I have had so many experiences of teenage photographers wasting my time and taking bad shots of the kids while they have a complete and total meltdown. Those studios are tough because they don't shoot rapidly enough to catch the kids in action, and then the space is so small that the kids are always running out of the camera range.And yet there I was two weeks ago, in the . . .
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