Just after my pregnancy was confirmed by a blood test.
If you follow me on Instagram, this is the photo you saw yesterday. But I wasn't sitting in a bath with a cocktail; I was sitting in a hospital bed, having a miscarriage from a pregnancy that I hadn't known was happening.
At some point, I think it is crucial that we recognize the limits of our parenting, embrace them, and act accordingly.
One way to do this: by opening the refrigerator, observing the vast quantity of potential dinner ingredients therein...and then shutting the door, turning on the oven, and making pizza (and calling the tomato sauce on top of it a vegetable because CLEARLY it is, and also everybody loves pizza and so nobody fights about what’s for dinner and for a single glorious moment, life is calm).
(Also please go ahead and serve that pizza on paper plates because kids do not appreciate pretty dishes and also do not wash them unless they are of sink-reaching height and more amenable to the concept of chores than oh, say, my children.)
Here's what's tricky about getting a gift for a kid, whether your own or someone else's: You want them to like it, obviously, but you also don't want to feel deep shame for having unwillingly acquiesced to the machinations of The Man and purchased yet another wholly expendable piece of crap with the words "death blaster" in the name.
These are pretty great, non-shame-inducing picks, IMO. (And I think your kids will love them.)
Do not be deceived by appearances; this child is searching for candy in his mom's hair.
I'm sorry, did I say "manipulate" children into taking an adorable holiday photo? I meant "convince."
Cajole?
Bribe with treats and the promise of being allowed to make gross sounds and not get in trouble?
(Whatever works.)
This is not the face of someone without a diabolical plan.
In lieu of an actual, information-containing post today - because I have to spend the day working on an insane number of side projects (including logistics surrounding a verrrrrrryyyyy exciting project that I'll be able to formally announce in a week or so - hint: book book book book book), allow me to present to you a series of outtakes from the holiday gift guide shoot I did with Kim Ebbets last night.
Just trust me and scroll down slowly. It's so good.
