During a perfectly pleasant conversation, my daughter abruptly turned serious. “Mom, I need to tell you something.” I can’t tell you all the awful things I imagined to be on the back end of that statement. I was genuinely surprised when she said, “I want a new personality. I want to be goth.” I almost laughed in her face. With relief, of course. What did my little first grader know about being goth?
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This is a sponsored post from UncommonGoods, but the opinions and sheer glee are entirely my own.
It’s February, the love month! Have you gotten valentines for your sweethearts yet? If you’re like me, the answer is a panicky no. How on earth are we supposed to show our deep affection with a gift? It has to represent all that our beloved means to us. Is that even possible? I put a lot of pressure on myself for Valentine’s Day, and Hallmark holiday or no, I want my loved ones to know they are loved. The regular department stores just won’t cut it. I want something different, uncommon. As luck would have it, I found the perfect place to shop: UncommonGoods.
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…)
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.