Hair (and other stuff) update

I finally went out and purchased some products that were recommended in my hair post awhile back. I went with the L’Oreal EverPure: Sulfate-Free Color Care System (thanks, Sarah!) and I am enjoying it quite a bit. I don’t color my hair, but I don’t think that really matters. Also, I bought the volumizing formula and this is the only shampoo/conditioner that claims to volumize that actually does. Color (heh, or not) me impressed.

The one downside is it contains alcohol, which I was trying to avoid. But, I think omitting alcohol is more if you’re trying to do the natural curl thing, which I am very “meh” about. Ideally I’d embrace my natural curly/wavy hair, but to do so would mean diffusing and drying with cold air and ain’t nobody got time for that.

Since it’s been hot here, I’ve been avoiding heated products entirely, putting a (wet) topknot on my head in the morning and then taking it out mid-day. I let the locks flow free and tell myself I look like Carrie Bradshaw. (Don’t tell me differently.)

This shampoo/conditioner situation seems to work well for second- and even third-day hair, although if I workout (and with the heat), it’s more like second-day hair. I did also buy the dry shampoo Sarah recommended (Garnier Fructis Volume Extend) and I like it a lot. Nice scent (I’m looking at you Psssst!, blech) and it works well, unlike a brand I recommended awhile ago that doesn’t work (for my hair) anymore.

So that’s that! For someone who really couldn’t give two shits about hair, this has been a lot of talking about hair.

In other beauty news, since I’m here, I have been really into winged eyeliner recently. I (gasp!) betrayed my beloved M.A.C. PowerPoint eyeliner and have been using the Revlon ColorStay Liquid Eye Pen instead. It’s got a much lighter feel than the M.A.C., which has been nice with the heat (sensing a theme here?) but still of course goes on dark black. Some things won’t ever change.

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What kind of mommyblogger am I if I don’t talk about potty training?

Chris and I recently potty trained LG in one (very tense) morning and I thought hey, maybe if you’re looking to potty train your child, perhaps you’d like to know the method we used. I got this method from my best friend, who got it from her husband, who got it from a colleague or coworker of his. I have no idea who the guy or gal is who came up with this, so I can’t give proper attribution, but hey person who sent this to my best friend’s husband: Thank you! If by some random chance you’re reading this, let me know and I’ll give credit where credit is due.

First, your attitude is the most important ingredient in this toilet-training recipe. A technique is useful to a point, but without the right attitude (and this applies to any disciplinary effort), no technique will produce lasting results. Approach toilet training with the same casual, matter-of-fact attitude with which you approached teaching your child to eat with a spoon. They are, after all, both self-help skills. Despite psychobabble to the contrary, neither is fraught with apocalyptic psychological ramifications. When spoon-training your child, you encouraged without being silly, conveyed a clear expectation and tolerated the temporary mess. If you can muster that same attitude with regard to potty training, you’re halfway there.

Second, put a potty or two in that area or those areas of the home where your toddler spends most of his time. Keep it in the bathroom and you inadvertently invoke the Out of Sight, Out of Mind Principle. If the layout of your house and your child’s range of movement require it, put out two potties. They should be simple, Spartan contraptions, not ones that do silly, superfluous things like play Barney songs when sat upon.

Third, set aside a week during which you can spend most of your time at home. Your ability to maintain a calm focus during this teaching time will help your toddler remember what you are expecting of him.

Fourth, if you’re working with a girl, she should spend her day naked from the waist down. Don’t even use diapers for naps. Dress a boy in nothing but the thinnest cotton underwear you can find. The point, in either case, is for the “mess” to travel unimpeded down the child’s legs, which they do not like. Just take a deep breath and clean it up.

Fifth, as soon as your child wakes up in the morning, take him or her to the potty. When he/she is seated, walk away, saying, “Call me when you’ve done something and I’ll clean you up.” Do not hover or otherwise act nervous. If your child refuses to sit, so be it. Make this into a power struggle and you’re done for.

Sixth, whether or not your child produces at the first sitting of the day, set a timer to ring every 60 minutes or so (different kids, different intervals). Call it the “potty bell.” When it rings, simply announce that it’s time to sit on the potty. Remember, don’t hang around acting like a high school girl waiting for her prom date.

Seventh, clean up messes without drama. Nonetheless, don’t tell your child that making a mess is okay. It’s not! When he/she has an accident, tell him, “Make sure you sit on the potty next time.” Be firm and resolute, but don’t be angry.

Eighth, respond to successes positively, but not overly enthusiastically. Do not, under any circumstances, give rewards or use them as enticements.

Last, when the process is complete, hire a carpet cleaner to erase the evidence. The typical cost of said removal is why I call this method “Naked and $75.”

And that is that! I am surprised/not at all that this worked. A few personal notes:

I think it is key, as the person says, to NOT say it’s okay when the kid has an accident. After the very tense morning mentioned above, I put LG down for a nap and she sacked out, then woke up a few hours later with an accident. (I am totally blaming this one on The Americans, by the way, because those shows were running like 11 minutes longer each and I was going to go upstairs and wake LG before an accident could happen, but I had to wait those damn 11 minutes, which, I feel I should mention, is not actually any additional TV-time, but just extra commercials.) Anyway, she looked so pitiful and I felt so bad for her I told her, “Oooh, it’s okay” and then Chris was like, “It’s not okay!” and I was like, “Dammit, no, it’s not okay!” But that was the only accident she’s had (minus a few in Hawaii that were really her parents’ fault (time change + “regular” child + I didn’t bring extra diapers = 3am cleanups = oops to the power of three.)

She’s not potty trained at night yet. See above re: 3am. I imagine that’ll come in a few more months. I don’t really care and actually, if night time potty training means I have to wake up with her every hour, then she can go ahead and stay in diapers until she’s 18.

Anyway, go LG! You can dump in toilets now. Welcome to adulthood.

[Edited to add: It was pointed out to me that “Naked and $75” comes from a parenting book by some cat, John Rosemond. I haven’t read the book, so I don’t know if the method is the same, but I assume it is. I am not going to link to the guy, though, because the article(s) I perused have him highly recommending you start potty training at 18-months and notes waiting until after 30-months “greatly increases the likelihood of problems.” What problems, I do not know, but this is a no assvice zone here. Potty train when you want to! This is simply a method that worked for us. Live long and potty, my friends.]

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Hawaii!

We went to Hawaii! It was too short a trip, but isn’t it always? Now here, take a seat and check out my vacation slides.


Bottom right: LG thrilled as usual.


The view outside our condo. Rough stuff.


Little tree-hugger.


The fam.



We spent a lot of time drinking on porches and yet my “lanaitai” pun fell short. Win/lose some.


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11

This morning I was doing some early-morning blog reading, as one does, and I read this post by Jennie and I was all, I haven’t blogged in awhile, I should do that! And then she tagged me at the end of the post, so now I have to do it anyway. There you go.

A few brief housekeeping things.

Number one, thank you for the “you’re not an asshole” comments on my last post. I realize now it came off as though I was looking for affirmation that I was not an asshole, when I guess what I really meant was, like, collectively, let’s all not be the asshole. You know?

ALSO! You had so many great recommendations about hair stuff! I have been to Target and/or shopped on Amazon something like 25 times since that post and have I tried anything new? No, no I have not. But, it’s hot here now and I’m having to go back to the every-other-day hair washing (I’d rather be at three-days-a-week), so next time I go to Target I will buy something new and then report back.

Onto the questions!

1. What is your favorite type of cheese?
Blue! Very few cheeses translate well into a salad dressing, but that one sure does.

2. What are you excited about?
Hawaii in just about seven days! Last time I was there Chris and I had just started dating and I spent the week with my phone in my face, texting him, and missing him miserably. This trip should be more fun.

3. How did you celebrate your last birthday?
I wrote a whole post about it, but if you missed it, we went to San Francisco (SANS KID!) and stayed out late drinking in bars, eating uninterrupted meals, and singing karaoke. It was fantastic.

4. What is on your bedside table?
Lamp (I love lamp), two books I swear I will read eventually but haven’t gotten into yet, a Billy Collins book of poetry (look at me so cultured ‘n shit), an alarm clock I only use to see the time, water, and a picture of Chris and I when we took a trip to San Francisco a few years ago.

5. What do you order from the movie theater concession stand?
Nothing! Well, popcorn, I guess, but I could do without that. I do smuggle in wine and candy, though.

6. Do you have a garden? What’s growing?
Yes! About 80% of the credit goes to Elizabeth for the tomatoes, then 19% goes to Chris for maintaining everything. I’ll take 1% credit for planting seeds and the mental fairy dust I toss on it in hopes things will grow. I am growing about 13 different kinds of tomatoes, six different peppers, zucchini, cucumber, radishes, and beets.

7. Any summer plans?
Besides Hawaii, we’re also heading to Bakersfield (the three of us)/Paso Robles (just me, friend’s bachelorette party), Oregon for the 4th of July/Chris’s birthday/family reunion, and then the coup de grace, VEGAS, BABY! for my friend Kim’s 30th birthday.

8. Which TV couple(s) are you rooting for?
I’m behind a few episodes, so I’m not fully up-to-date, but I am rooting for Karen and Hank on Californication. I wish I could say I’m rooting for Don and Megan, but nah, just rooting for Don. I am also rooting for Juliette and Avery (Nashville), although again, I am several episodes behind, so no spoilers please. I think that’s it! I can’t say there’s a TV couple that’s really, truly lighting my fire these days.

9. What’s the last thing you bought?
I bought these Birkenstocks this morning! I always wanted Birks, so I am very excited.

10. What’s one thing you’re passionate about?
Food. I tried to think of, like, some civil or human rights issue, but nope. Food.

11. What are you grateful for this week?
Cooler temperatures! I was able to run tonight which I was not able to do last week when it was 100 degrees at 5pm.

And now I’m supposed to tag 11 people to also do this! Here we go (I’m too lazy to link, so I’m just hollering at you with your blog names): Rhymes With Taffy, Two Adults, Reasonably Suspicious, Little Miss Mel, Mama Bub, Sensibly Sassy, Holly Would If She Could, ChristinaRTS, DaisyJD, Mariko, and Akymbo.

1. What is your favorite type of cheese? I like to think of myself as an equal cheese opportunist. I love all kinds, equally, but I’ve been on a cheddar kick lately.

2. What are you excited about? My work trip to New York next week, the ATX Festival, our family’s long weekend in Hollywood (Florida), our July Fourth party, meeting Natalie’s baby girl in August, Kyle starting Kindergarten (!!), a girl’s weekend in September, and a trip to Vegas in December. Then the holidays, my birthday, lather rinse repeat. Happiness is having something to look forward to or, as I translate the saying, a full calendar.

3. How did you celebrate your last birthday? I said “To hell with finances and and nine-hour roadtrips, take me to New Orleans, Mike.” He said “okay,” which is why I like him so much.

– See more at: http://www.shelikespurple.com/shelikespurple/2014/05/eleven-questions.html#sthash.V1gMtGQV.dpuf

1. What is your favorite type of cheese? I like to think of myself as an equal cheese opportunist. I love all kinds, equally, but I’ve been on a cheddar kick lately.

2. What are you excited about? My work trip to New York next week, the ATX Festival, our family’s long weekend in Hollywood (Florida), our July Fourth party, meeting Natalie’s baby girl in August, Kyle starting Kindergarten (!!), a girl’s weekend in September, and a trip to Vegas in December. Then the holidays, my birthday, lather rinse repeat. Happiness is having something to look forward to or, as I translate the saying, a full calendar.

3. How did you celebrate your last birthday? I said “To hell with finances and and nine-hour roadtrips, take me to New Orleans, Mike.” He said “okay,” which is why I like him so much.

– See more at: http://www.shelikespurple.com/shelikespurple/2014/05/eleven-questions.html#sthash.V1gMtGQV.dpuf

1. What is your favorite type of cheese? I like to think of myself as an equal cheese opportunist. I love all kinds, equally, but I’ve been on a cheddar kick lately.

2. What are you excited about? My work trip to New York next week, the ATX Festival, our family’s long weekend in Hollywood (Florida), our July Fourth party, meeting Natalie’s baby girl in August, Kyle starting Kindergarten (!!), a girl’s weekend in September, and a trip to Vegas in December. Then the holidays, my birthday, lather rinse repeat. Happiness is having something to look forward to or, as I translate the saying, a full calendar.

3. How did you celebrate your last birthday? I said “To hell with finances and and nine-hour roadtrips, take me to New Orleans, Mike.” He said “okay,” which is why I like him so much.

– See more at: http://www.shelikespurple.com/shelikespurple/2014/05/eleven-questions.html#sthash.V1gMtGQV.dpuf

1. What is your favorite type of cheese? I like to think of myself as an equal cheese opportunist. I love all kinds, equally, but I’ve been on a cheddar kick lately.

2. What are you excited about? My work trip to New York next week, the ATX Festival, our family’s long weekend in Hollywood (Florida), our July Fourth party, meeting Natalie’s baby girl in August, Kyle starting Kindergarten (!!), a girl’s weekend in September, and a trip to Vegas in December. Then the holidays, my birthday, lather rinse repeat. Happiness is having something to look forward to or, as I translate the saying, a full calendar.

3. How did you celebrate your last birthday? I said “To hell with finances and and nine-hour roadtrips, take me to New Orleans, Mike.” He said “okay,” which is why I like him so much.

– See more at: http://www.shelikespurple.com/shelikespurple/2014/05/eleven-questions.html#sthash.V1gMtGQV.dpuf

1. What is your favorite type of cheese? I like to think of myself as an equal cheese opportunist. I love all kinds, equally, but I’ve been on a cheddar kick lately.

2. What are you excited about? My work trip to New York next week, the ATX Festival, our family’s long weekend in Hollywood (Florida), our July Fourth party, meeting Natalie’s baby girl in August, Kyle starting Kindergarten (!!), a girl’s weekend in September, and a trip to Vegas in December. Then the holidays, my birthday, lather rinse repeat. Happiness is having something to look forward to or, as I translate the saying, a full calendar.

3. How did you celebrate your last birthday? I said “To hell with finances and and nine-hour roadtrips, take me to New Orleans, Mike.” He said “okay,” which is why I like him so much.

– See more at: http://www.shelikespurple.com/shelikespurple/2014/05/eleven-questions.html#sthash.V1gMtGQV.dpuf

1. What is your favorite type of cheese? I like to think of myself as an equal cheese opportunist. I love all kinds, equally, but I’ve been on a cheddar kick lately.

2. What are you excited about? My work trip to New York next week, the ATX Festival, our family’s long weekend in Hollywood (Florida), our July Fourth party, meeting Natalie’s baby girl in August, Kyle starting Kindergarten (!!), a girl’s weekend in September, and a trip to Vegas in December. Then the holidays, my birthday, lather rinse repeat. Happiness is having something to look forward to or, as I translate the saying, a full calendar.

3. How did you celebrate your last birthday? I said “To hell with finances and and nine-hour roadtrips, take me to New Orleans, Mike.” He said “okay,” which is why I like him so much.

– See more at: http://www.shelikespurple.com/shelikespurple/2014/05/eleven-questions.html#sthash.V1gMtGQV.dpuf

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That person

The other day in yoga, we were starting class and our teacher asked how we were feeling. Was there anything specific we wanted to work on, how were we feeling, was anyone suffering? A gal in class mentioned she was suffering and her husband, who most of the time attends class with her, kind of…scoffed at her. Said something like, “Psh, give me a break.” He was joking-ish, but man, it just rubbed me the wrong way.

Listen, the suffering question was very tongue-in-cheek. We know the teacher doesn’t mean real, actual suffering. We are sitting in a yoga class on a Sunday, I’m going to assume none of us are wondering where our next meal will come from, etc. None of us are really suffering. But, you know. Scoffing at someone. Your spouse. In yoga. Just…Rubbed me the wrong way.

Towards the end of class, our teacher told a story of a husband and wife who were on a cruise. They were seated next to strangers, as happens on a cruise, and one night someone asked the man what he did for fun, what his hobbies were. And the wife, without letting her husband answer, said, “Oh, he doesn’t do anything. He has a bad knee.” And someone at the table asked a followup question and the wife answered for her husband again, “He can’t do anything; he has a bad knee.”

I can’t remember quite the point the story — something about not being reduced to one thing (“A Bad Knee”) — but it was that and the suffering comment from earlier in class that just got me thinking. I poke fun at people a lot. It’s kind of my schtick. I try to keep it all funny — there’s nothing I want less than for someone to have hurt feelings because I’m poking fun. But studying peoples’ behaviors and quirks…That’s just something I enjoy commenting on. Especially to make people (everyone) laugh. But these two incidents had me worrying I’m just an asshole like the husband in yoga class or the wife on the cruise.

I ran it by Chris, who said no, I am not an asshole. (Phew.) No one wants to be an asshole. No one wants to be that person.

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Hair today, still hair tomorrow

About six weeks ago, I decided to stop washing my hair. It was a good time to experiment with “no poo”  (thank you Elis/zabeths for explaining to me that means “no shamPOO.” I was clearly really informed about my decision going into this experiment) because I was pretty much only hanging out with one person each day and she doesn’t really have a lot of opinions about my hair being as she EATS HERS (yes, this is a new fun thing. Yaaaaay kids.) so I could have gross-ish hair or wear hats during this time.

The point? I wanted lovely, gorgeous hair. And what better way to achieve that than by not washing it? you ask. Well, yes. Now, since I don’t do things like research before I just jump in, I don’t really know the science behind it, but what I’ve surmised is basically, most shampoos these days cause your hair to over-produce oil because the shampoo makes your hair think the oil will never come back, so you are basically forced to wash it every day to get rid of that extra oil. Lather, rinse, and repeat every day. Ostensibly, not using shampoo will cause the hair to adjust how much oil it really should be producing and thus you will eventually not need to shampoo. (Anyone who knows the actual science here, please chime in. I think I’m making most of this up.)

Beyond the science (“science”), I follow several Internet ladies who don’t wash their hair and their hair is GORGEOUS. GORGEOUS. Look at Jamie’s hair! IT IS GORGEOUS! See, I have seen it work (seen it through the Internet, whatever) and figured I would give it a shot. Here’s a little backstory on my own hair journey, so you can understand where I’m coming from.

I used to have great hair that I only needed to wash maybe twice or three times a week. I could workout and not even get it wet and it’d still be clean! It was amazing hair. Then I went and had a child and I swear, my hair hormones got royally fucked up. Within the last year or so, I went from washing every-other-day to washing every day and having my hair be greasy before day’s end. I tried dry shampoo (many different brands, some better than others), I tried dousing baby powder on my head (also very good for your Olde Maid Halloween costume), but the fact was, shit had changed and I was unhappy.

Armed with science (“science”) and the clear evidence on the Internet, I plunged into my no-shampoo experiment. I figured I would try the free way and hope it worked and if it didn’t, then I’d throw money at the problem. So, how’d it go? Well, I made it almost three weeks before I had to wash my hair. (I might have kept it going, but I got a head cold and I just felt so disgusting one day that I had to wash it.) Not gonna lie, it was a long and pretty gross road. I knew the first week would be bad. And it was. I was hoping the second week would look better. Some days I thought yes, it’s regulating itself! This is working! And it wasn’t. By the third week, I maybe could have made it. It was possibly getting better! Or not. Aaaaand then I just had to wash it.

(To allay any concerns, I did get it wet and massage it as though I was shampooing it. When I told Chris I was not washing my hair, he was like, “Like dreadlocks?” I think he was excited at the prospect of dreadlocks. NO. Also, since I got it wet everyday and slicked it back in a bun, I don’t really think you could tell it was so gross. It more felt gross on my head. I’m getting itchy just thinking about it.)

Since throwing in the (microfiber, more on that later!) towel, I’ve been washing my hair every second or third day using Neutrogena T-Gel shampoo and no conditioner. The only reason I’m using the T-Gel is because I think it contains less sulfites (the “pooiest” part of shampoo, I guess?) than the other crap in my shower and I’ve been too lazy to go out and buy new stuff. This is also why I haven’t been conditioning (but I have been applying Moroccan oil after washing, so that helps contain the static cling.)

About the towel, I’d been wrapping my hair post-shower in a microfiber towel, but I noticed late last week my hair wasn’t as nice as it had been the week prior and that’s when I realized I’d washed my microfiber towel and then put it back on the toolbench in the garage and had just been using my old terrycloth towel. I need to go grab another microfiber from the garage. For whatever reason, that seems to make a difference.

And that’s that! I feel like if anything, going three weeks without washing my hair has given me a new-found appreciation of what greasy hair really is. Now when it’s been three days or so, I’m like, hey! My hair looks goooood!

Re: products, I have natural wave/curl, so I might go with the products/methods Noemi uses (btw, I strongly urge you to read both her hair posts because she actually knows what the hell she’s talking about), but if anyone has any recommendations for “low-poo” shampoo and conditioner for straighter hair, hit me. I should mention, I know some people wash their hair with baking soda, but I have tried that and it doesn’t work for me. Also, baking soda gets on my face and in my mouth and *shudder* it tastes very gross.

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1Q14 books

I decided to split this year’s Books I’ve Read This Year list into quarters. I am just a reading machine here (hah), no, but really, I have read more than usual, so I figured I’d save us all a bunch of work come July and just split this up. Here’s what I’ve read so far this year.

Lost & Found, by Chris Van Hakes
My Internet friend wrote this! It was a very cute story and I enjoyed getting back to it every night when I settled in to read. I loved the main character’s best friends and also mentally cast Channing Tatum as the main dude character, so that’s fun. I do wonder if the author is planning a sequel. I’d read it, JUST SAYIN’.

Life After Life, by Kate Atkinson
Okay, so I think I’ve mentioned before that sometimes I don’t get the endings to books. I am pretty smart, and enjoy reading, and can usually keep up with what’s going on, but sometimes the endings to books stump me. I blame that, though, on the fact that I just read pretty slow. So, unless something major happens, I won’t remember it at the end and sometimes you need to remember those minute details to get the ending, you know? Anyway, this book! This book was just confusing the whole way through. Oh, but it was so, so good. I really loved it. I wanted to immediately re-read it and take notes and make timelines so I could really get it fully. I wonder, though, if maybe I did get it. Or maybe it was so all over the place and confusing on purpose, so you could decide your own ending? (I doubt that.) Anyway, this is making it sound terrible. It’s not! It’s really good. Highly recommend. (Please read it and then explain it to me?)

Fly Away Home, by Jennifer Wiener
Oh man, I used to love Jennifer Wiener! I read her books all the time and then somewhere along the way I stopped, why, I do not know. Anyway, I saw this on the front table at the library and snatched it up. I enjoyed it, as I do with all her books. It’s a mother-daughter(s) story (pretty similar to another book I read last year, actually — two daughters spending time at the family beach house with their mom), although the mom’s and the eldest daughter’s storylines were way more interesting than the other daughter’s. Still really good, though. Recommend if you like Jennifer Wiener.

The 11th Hour, by James Patterson
Can’t stop, won’t stop. I do wonder when, if ever, the Women’s Murder Club will end. They don’t seem to age, so I guess never. They’re like the Babysitter’s Club all growed up.

The Rosie Project, by Graeme Simsion
This was super cute and delightful and so well-written in this way that was very analytical and efficient (which makes sense, since our main character is very analytical and efficient himself) that just made the analytical and efficient parts of my brain very happy. It was funny and endearing and…I totally didn’t get the ending right away. I hopped over to the forums, though, and found a lot of other people (most of whom could string together a coherent sentence or two — you just never know with message boards) who didn’t get it either. Some nice souls explained it to us, though, so I get it now. Recommend, despite all that. Like I mentioned before, sometimes I’m just slow.

Wish I Weren’t Here, by Sandra D. Bricker
This was a random Kindle app purchase (I like to have a few Kindle books to read on my phone right before bed, so I don’t have to turn any lights on and disturb Chris, where’s my Wife Of The Year award?) and it was good. Fine. It was finegood. Minus a theme wedding taking place around the letter W (what is this, Sesame Street?), it was a cute little story.

The Panther, by Nelson DeMille
Have I told you Nelson DeMille is my favorite author? Nelson DeMille is my favorite author. He makes me actually laugh out loud. I spotted this on the front table at the library and grabbed it right up. It was large marge (600+ pages, woof), but definitely good. If you’re familiar with DeMille, it’s a John Corey and this one takes place in Yemen. Since finishing this book, I’ve developed a new-found fear of Yemen (yay!) and also fallen into a Yemeni Instagram rabbit hole or two. That’s not weird.

Eleanor & Park, by Rainbow Rowell
Most over-hyped book ever. I know there’s a huge following for this book and while I did not hate it, and while I did really like some parts/storylines, I did not think it was the greatest thing I’d ever read. This was my impression going in, though, that it’d be the greatest thing ever. About halfway through, when Rainbow Rowell started describing holding hands like Jennifer Wiener would describe s-e-x, I realized that was as good as this book would get. That said, I loved Eleanor’s storyline (Park I found to be kind of BLAH; his mother, on the other hand, was a delight), and wish it could’ve just been a whole book about her.

What have you read recently?

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Give me a hand…bag

My girl Lauren recently did the ol’ Here’s What’s In My Handbag post, so I thought I’d follow suit. I believe I have done one of these before, but hey, everyone loves a good repeater (plus, I’m pretty sure I didn’t carry diapers around the last time.)

Here’s the bag:


Michael Kors; a Christmas present from Chris. (I bought him almonds and licorice. He is clearly the better gift-giver.)

Here’s the inside:


I like all the pockets (four total, plus a zippered pocket in the middle, which is where I keep the diapers and wipes so when I’m without my kid I can strut around, pretending like I’m just your average chic-as-shit lady, no diapers or pullups here, PUH-LEASE.)

Here’s what I tote around:


Diapers and wipes (total badass), leopard-print card holder thingy that my grandma made me (good for toting gift cards, loyalty cards, our zoo passes, etc.), wallet, bag o’ tricks (more on this later), sunglasses, assorted lip glosses, mints, and my earbuds. I also obviously carry my phone, but I was using it to take this picture.

More on that later, here’s what’s in the bag o’ tricks, or as I sometimes call it, Sarah’s Pharmacy:


Wine-opener, crayons, more lip glosses, various emergency makeup (eyeliner, mascara, concealer), hair ties and bobby pins, pens, nail file, A TAMPON, eye drops, lotion, drugz, MORE mints, bandaids, and glasses cleaner wipes. If I’m working, this is also where I’d keep my business cards.

So that’s what’s in my bag! Mickey Mouse diapers, size 6, are all the rage, didn’t you hear? What’s in your handbag? Do tell!

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Three Thursday anecdotes

Today LG told me she could put herself down for a nap. She told me I could stay downstairs and then she walked upstairs (I followed her up — I needed my cozy socks and also no, she cannot just put herself down alone) and then she went into her room and said she’d play and then lay down when she was ready to fall asleep. An hour later, I heard cries from her room. I went upstairs to find she had taken her socks off and couldn’t get them back on. Little Miss Independent until she needs rescuing from her socks.

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Chris’s best friend and his wife came to visit with their three-week-old daughter earlier this week. LG was very, very attentive to the baby, making sure that she had a blanket at all times and a stuffed cat for naps. She rocked the baby in the Fisher Price Rock & Play Sleeper — which she hilariously called the “You Put Your Baby In Dere” — and generally micromanaged every aspect of the baby’s care. When they drove to visit a family member for lunch, LG asked me where the baby was. I told her the baby was at lunch and LG asked,
“What’s the baby gonna eat for lunch?”

(I didn’t say “BOOBS!” so that better gain me some points.)

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Our friends also brought their dog and while LG loves the idea of dogs, she was very skeptical of this one. When the baby was around, LG played it super cool with the dog, but when the baby wasn’t there, LG would freak out. In an attempt to warm her up to the dog, Chris’s friend asked LG to help him feed the dog. The dog (very well-behaved) was sitting patiently waiting for the command that would allow him eat. Chris’s friend asked LG, “Do you want to tell the dog it’s okay to eat?” LG responded, “I don’t know, it’s up to you.”

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LG at almost-three

Even though by Fridays, I am FRIED and OVER IT, I must say, almost-three is a fun age. While this time last year I was a little unstable, I think a lot of it had to do with age almost-two. There was no communication skill at almost-two. Almost-two was a lot of unexplained tears (and you should have seen LG, bah dum dum) because I just didn’t know what she wanted. With almost-three, there is so much communication, and with communication comes memory, a sense of humor, opinions, and, most importantly, the ability to just give her what she wants. Here’s the latest…

Very recently, LG has mastered the art of asking a question. So instead of “Milk pease, Mommy,” I get, “Milk pea–can I have milk pease, Mommy?” YES. YES YOU CAN.

Her favorite book right now is Wacky Wednesday, which is so delightful to me because it was my favorite book as a kid. I can hear her reading it to herself during no-naptime: “Wacky Wednesday Dr. Seuss. … A shoe on the wall?! … Oh man! …”

Today I thought I’d do a little yoga and since LG likes to do yoga, I thought maybe she’d do it with me. Instead, she spent the whole time telling me to move (off my own mat, rude!) and then deciding she was “all done” with yoga and asking me to put her socks back on. So, I spent much of my yoga time in replacetoddlersockasana.

She calls music “mugic,” magazines “magagines,” and pajamas “jamas.”

She looks out her bedroom window all the time (little people watcher!) and noticed that Dad took Mom’s car to work last week. “Daddy took your car!” she told me when I went in her room one morning. And then when Chris got home, “You took Mom’s black car!” She also gets REAL concerned when Chris uses “my” computer on the weekends. Very serious, “That’s Mom’s computer, Dad.” Cute, and also a good lesson in sharing.

My grandma bought her a stuffed dog for Valentine’s Day and she still calls it “My dog that Bammy got me.” My mom bought her some new clothes and I asked her who bought them for her, to which she replied, “Grandma got them, wasn’t that nice?”

One day we were walking upstairs to bed and LG said, “LG has a bed and Mommy and Daddy have a bed. That’s two beds. That’s a lot of beds,” so naturally now we quote Love Actually all the time: “Eight is a lot of legs, David.”

Last week, I was laying in bed in the morning and I kept hearing her open and close her door, so I called out, “What are you doing?” and she was like, “What are you doing, Mommy?” and I was like, “Come in here!” and she was like, “I can’t open the door!” and I was all, “Yes you can, you’ve been opening and shutting it all morning.” It was mostly funny because I think she thinks if we can’t see her door opening, then we also can’t hear it. Not the case, child.

She still loves anything cat-related, checking out new library books, huggies and kisses before bed, eating anything except tomatoes and onions (“I can’t like ‘matoes, Mommy”), and pretending to be asleep in random places. She gets that last one from me.


A rare picture of the two of us!

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