Story and I recently learned about sitting disease. Apparently sitting is the new smoking. (I won’t get into the list of maladies linked to sitting; it’s too depressing. Suffice it to say, it’s bad.) We started to take stock of how much we sit during the day, and it’s a lot. With work (I’m an editor) and school (fewer recesses than I remember as a kid), our weekdays find us more often down than up. But even beyond that, we sit a lot — at dinner, in the car, to watch a movie, to play a video game, to pet and snuggle the dogs, etc. The worst part is, going to the gym daily won’t counteract the negative effects of sitting. What’s a busy mom to do?
Because the girls aren’t big fans of traditional dinners, I decided to have a finger-food Christmas dinner this past year. For the first time, I think all five of us were full after. There were enough items to choose from that each of us found a favorite or two and was satisfied. I consider that a huge success! In the line-up, we had: bacon-wrapped water chestnuts, deviled eggs, spinach artichoke bites, cranberry and brie crostini, cocktail wieners, and apple pie. Oh yeah, I won that one! (more…)
I had a lot of uncertainty when Riley was born. How would I know what she needed? How would I know that she didn’t die when I thought she was sleeping? How little sleep can I get before my body shuts down? One thing I was always certain of though was that she was advanced. Yes, I was absolutely sure that every milestone she hit was early and was perfectly executed. Disappointment struck each time I took her to a well visit and the doctor didn’t automatically refer her to some specialized doctor for geniuses. They may not have realized her extraordinary presence when they held her, but I sure did. I imagine it is the same way every new mom feels about her firstborn. I knew Riley was amazing and could do anything. (more…)
If you know Story, you know that her hair is part of her identity — fine, curly, wild, combed only a couple times a week, beautiful, and stubborn. I’ve been at a loss most of the time as to what to do with it (thank goodness messy buns have been in style), but sometimes I got it right. And when I did, boy, did I want to show it off. So did Story. She had perfected her head toss, making those curls catch the sunlight, especially when she wanted something. She loved her hair. Until one day.
The week after Christmas each year, the girls’ daycare is closed for a solid week. Including the actual holidays, this gives us ten days together. Sounds amazing, right? It is, but we also go a little stir crazy and by the mid-point suffer from a bit too much togetherness. I also start suffering from a little too many meals including mac and cheese and chicken nuggets. So, on an unseasonably warm day (about 40 degrees), I decided to break out the charcoal and fire up the grill. Not only were we going to diverge from chicken nuggets for dinner, but I would also get to step out of the house of togetherness for a blissful few minutes. (more…)