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I Took Metamucil For Two Weeks, And This Is What Happened

That is not for you, cat.

Here’s what I always like about doing something proactive for my body: it has ripple effects beyond the thing itself.

Basically: once I stop treating my body like a trash dump in even the smallest of ways, I start realizing how good it feels, and end up doing other things that make my body feel good, too. Like, say, waking up before my kids to do 15 minutes of yoga (really, and I KNOW), or stretching while watching TV at night instead of vegetating on the couch with a jar of pickles. Drinking more water. Paying attention to my posture while sitting at the computer (I am at this very moment activating my core, and yes, I am impressed with myself, too).

My Looks

Mommy and Me (And a Fun Little Friendship Origin Story)

Dresses from the Stripes Boutique Mommy and Me Shop

I'm not ordinarily a "mommy-and-me" outfit-type person. I mean OK, my daughter and I have matching pom-pom shoes...but come on: when matching pom-pom shoes exist, buying and then wearing them (at the same time) is clearly non-optional.

So when my friend Elise told me she wanted us to model some of the mommy-and-me dresses she'd designed for her label, Stripes, my answer was "...Eh, I don't know."

Decor

Why You Should Give Fake Plants Another Chance

Every single plant you see in this photograph is fake. (Sorry, faux.)

Bonus: Spot the blogger in the mirror! 

I've been singing the praises of fake plants practically since I started this site. There's a good reason for this: While I've gotten better at plant-parenting over time, I still kill about 30% of the greenery that enters my house. Sometimes it's nice to have a plant and not worry about killing it. But the past few months have seen my thing for artificial plants reach a whole new level, because apparently some focus group somewhere determined that there was a gap in the market for affordable plants that actually look real and are actually in cute pots that you'd actually buy yourself...and then Target went ahead and filled it.

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Links & Love & Stuff

eBay bathroom selfie featuring the outfit I never want to take off lately (pants - part of a two-piece set - here, shirt here, shoes here). P.S. That tampon dispenser is definitely looking at me.

I just added this (super cute and way affordable) round rug to our living room, layered on top of another rug, and I'm obsessed. (Especially obsessed with the fact that it's technically an outdoor rug, and thus extremely durable and resistant to disasters of the child-and-pet sort.)

The fact that I saw the title of this article and said "Ooh!" and immediately clicked over confirms my suspicion that advanced age is making me boring. I'm ok with that. (7 Surprising Things You Can Do With Cream of Tartar, via The Kitchn.)

My Looks

Pure Grace and Elegance

Hatch Dress (yes, it's maternity; no, I'm not pregnant) | Sunglasses | Sandals | J. Crew Purse

See how this dress is pretty demure? Yeah, yeah, it's short, I know, but it has that high neck and that loose fit and those mid-length sleeves, so it's always made me feel genteel and graceful, like someone who'd carry a structured handbag and who probably stores her hats in actual hatboxes as opposed to where I store mine, which is in a stack on the floor of my closet, underneath my cat.

It turns out that even a dress this pretty and demure stops being pretty and demure in certain situations. Like, say, when you are spread-eagled on top of a pile of rocks and wet sand (mud), having just been dropped from really quite a significant height by your husband, and especially when the rocks and wet sand (mud) that you have found yourself laying on top of happen to be located directly in front of a restaurant where all the patrons are seated facing towards the beach, making the precise spot where your husband deposited you effectively a stage upon which you now find yourself performing the grand old tragicomic classic, "Hey Everyone, Check Out My Underpants!"

Lifestyle

Mother’s Day Giveaway: The Big Fat Activity Book For Pregnant People (And More, Of Course)

In celebration of THE BEST HOLIDAY OF THE YEAR (which, in case anyone named Kendrick has forgotten, is on SUNDAY, MAY 13)...a giveaway for you! What you can win (and there are lots and lots of ways to enter, so make sure to check them all out below):

Yay Mother's Day! Yay giveaways! Yay spring! Yay.

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Style

The Most Fabulous (And Flattering) One-Piece Swimsuits For Summer 2018

Summersalt Swimsuit; Similar (very on sale) Towel

It was 75 and sunny yesterday, so I have officially decided to start writing about summer and summer-related things, like beach attire. Mostly because I'm bored of talking about - and wearing - sweatpants.

Can we all agree that it is WONDERFUL that one-piece swimsuits are not only "back," but so back that it seems like amazing new styles are coming out every single day, and in every single price range? I'm not in an especially stomach-baring mood - for whatever reason my surgery completely destroyed any muscle tone I might have had, and that plus paleness is making me a little shy at the moment - but even if I was, I'd wear these anyway (and plan to, starting on Cinco de Mayo, which will find me poolside even if it's fifty degrees out).

Recipes

Quinoa Salad with Chickpeas, Apples & Feta

In this post: Noritake Blue Hammock Dinnerware; Hearth & Hand Table Runner

While I was in the Caymans with my parents, I developed a burning desire for salads. I know: weird. But I couldn't get enough of them; I ordered salad a minimum of once a day while I was there, and usually twice. (Granted, it was usually Caesar salad that I was ordering, so please try not to be too impressed by my virtuousness. But still: salad!)

This sudden craving for leaves - which continued after I returned home, and continues still - is bizarre enough that I should probably consider the possibility that it results from a hormonal imbalance or some other shift in my biological makeup. I mean, yesterday I made this quinoa salad from a reader-submitted recipe (thank you, Anya!) and I'd already eaten lunch, so I planned to photograph it, take a bite or two so I'd have something to say about it, and put the rest into the refrigerator for the next day...but then I couldn't stop eating it.

Lifestyle

A Mother’s Day Gift Guide That Has Nothing To Do With Being A Mother

This Mother's Day, you know what I want? Something that has absolutely nothing to do with my children or my status as a parent. In other words: if there is an item that explicitly expresses the belief that I am the best mother in the world, I do not need to own it. What I need is confirmation of this fact via jewelry and/or the elimination of muscle tension.

In case you're looking for some inspiration, or just need a handy link to forward to the person in your own life who definitely should be reminded that Mother's Day is SUNDAY, MAY 13, and that you are perfect and spectacular and eminently deserving of presents and mimosas in bed (write it down, set an alarm, make it happen)...

Here you go.

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It’s Supplementary

You will actually never guess what's in that glass. 

Before having children, poop (and situations related to poop) was not a topic I was particularly fond of discussing in public. And then I had children, and now I talk about it (and deal with it) multiple times each and every day of my life. My kids’ poop. My dogs’ poop. My cats’ poop. My poop!

Poop.