First thing's first: if you entered the giveaway for a signed copy of the RG book (and more fun stuff, as you can see), click over to this post (or check your email) to see if you won! I still haven't heard back from a couple of winners, so I'll give it until Friday before selecting more names.
Next: Easter adorableness, oh my.
In celebration and enormous thanks for all of your support (which is the reason this book exists in the first place), I'm giving away three Thank You Packages.
The packages will include a signed copy of Ramshackle Glam: The New Mom's Haphazard Guide To (Almost) Having It All, as well as a few more of my favorite things: face products from Simple, an Archipelago Cucumber candle, a Nissa Jewelry cigar band and first-knuckle ring, Elizabeth Arden Beautiful Color Gloss in Red Door Red, and a few more fun surprises.
Going to the mall with a toddler is both terrible and extremely fun. It's terrible when you do things like accidentally stay one iota of a second longer than said toddler wants to walk or be in the stroller (that's when Dad's Shoulders - and Grumpy Dad - come into play) and when you announce "Let's go get an Elsa toy!" only to discover that the Disney store has experienced a catastrophic run on anything and everything Frozen-related, leaving only a sad, sad display consisting of a shirt (size 8) reading "Let It Go" and two Hans dolls. It is wonderful when you happen upon the merry-go-round, which is apparently a sight of incomparable wonder, or when you discover sushi and Coldstone and a movie theater within five feet of each other.
Seeing the Easter Bunny is somewhere in between those two extremes. On the plus side, our son was very excited and happy while waiting on line. On the minus side...
well...
{ J & R studs and a bracelet that came home from India … }
{ … Toddler Air Jordans, which have rainbow sparkles on them that you can't quite see in this picture - amazing - and that make my husband happy in a way that I will never understand … }
This happened last week, and it was so much fun, and I totally forgot to write about it. (If I've seemed slightly checked-out these past few days, there's an extremely good reason for it - I'll explain very soon.)
I used to be big on painting and drawing - I even went to art school during the summer of 1998 and spent hours and hours every day drawing naked people (an example, above) and painting fountains and buildings - but in the past few years…not so much. I really like it; I just…sort of forget that it's an option, I suppose, and default to things like reading and knitting and watching Lindsay to relax.
