Even when you're a parent, and even when you know better, you're still a human. And if you're me, that means you get annoyed about having wasted money, and embarrassed about having made a pretty big scene in front of a relative stranger who was clearly not super pleased with the situation. You get mad at a three-year-old, and then, as a bonus, you get mad at yourself. It's as awesome as it sounds.
Totally what I look like when I fly.
(LIES.)
True, I wish I hadn't had to travel again so soon after coming back from St. Louis, but hey: let's look on the bright side instead!
How to make the dad in your life feel like he's snuggling a baby koala, what I'm bringing with me on this morning's flight (yes, another flight), and something that Facebook's advertising department reallllly thinks I want to own (and may be right, although I know better than to buy them).
Madewell Hi-Rise Jeans | Lo & Sons Camera Bag | DIY Distressed T-Shirt
On Sunday, we were driving to Berkeley for brunch and steam train-riding, when all of a sudden our children both decided they needed to eat IMMEDIATELY. We just had a snack forty-five seconds ago, you say?
Do not care.
Mommy-and-me swimsuits that broke me (I am so sorry), my thoughts on that ludicrous Me-ternity kerfuffle, and the ugliest piece of clothing I've seen in a long time. (And more, obviously.)
