Lurrrrve my new Gray Malin (nude) beach print.
This article is an oldie, but explains virtually every argument Kendrick and I have ever had, and I bet it explains most of yours, too. (Mom, The Designated Worrier, via NY Times.)
Mer-fins are a thing? That you can buy?
For our first dinner in our new home, we thought we'd do a BBQ by the pool. Or, rather, in the pool, because those kids are ob. sessed. (As an aside, because the safety issues surrounding kids and pools clearly deserve mention - our approach this weekend was to have a serious talk with our son about pool safety, confirm that the gate around the pool was secure, and install a home security system that also chimes whenever the doors to the backyard open.)
The BBQ plan was slightly confounded by the fact that we don't actually own a grill yet (although we will as of 4PM today, when it gets delivered, so if you have any fun recipes pleeeeeease pass them on; I plan to cook outdoors every single night, all summer long and my grilling repertoire is pathetic), but I dug our old stovetop grill from our NYC apartment out of a box, and that did the job. Also I could totally have served my family old taco shells and they would have been perfectly happy, because: pool.
The Menu: Since first meals in new homes should be 1) simple to make (because most of our utensils are still MIA) and 2) WONDERFUL, I went with my all-time favorite summer menu; it's fast and easy and inexpensive and so, so (so) delicious.
We're heeeeeere! We're here we're here we're here.
I went a little MIA for the past three days because...well, because "busy" is a little bit of an understatement, but also because I didn't have Internet. But now I do, whee. So I'm back! Hi.
I love it here.
Joshua Tree, California
You guys, I'm going to have to apologize in advance in the event that all of a sudden I turn into a total chakras-and-crystals person, because I don't know who it is that is in these photographs, but the Jordan that I know does not decide to spontaneously break into yoga poses while watching the sunset barefoot in the sand.
Or...jeez, I don't know. Maybe she does.
You know what I've been wearing for two solid weeks?
I mean, you totally do. (Or at least you do if you follow me on Instagram.) Let's just say fashion has not been a big part of my life for the past fourteen days.
Right now I'm sitting in a West Hollywood Airbnb with two children who are extremely confused about what time zone they're in and thus think it's an excellent idea to wake up around 5:15A.M. Which isn't ideal because Francesca and I went out last night to a Sunset strip bar with DIY sundaes on the menu (oh yes) and mom could use a little extra beauty sleep, but is also kind of nice because they're now both fed and settled down, and so I have a semi-peaceful hour to putter around on the computer before we get on the road.
Alright, so the rest of our trip was "an experience."
This?
VACATION.
Late night lights in Truth Or Consequences, NM
We needed this trip. So, so badly.
I knew it when we decided to drive out here, how good it would be for us to just spend time together, as a couple and as a family, in a way we haven't in a really, really long time. It's mostly the hours in the car that have done it: we talk, sing along to music, run around gas station convenience stores picking out terrible, horrible things to eat, and mostly just hang out together.
{ Dust & Glitter, Truth or Consequences Main Street }
Alright, alright, enough love and healing and bladebla bla; that post up there was a whole lot of emo for a Tuesday, I know.
Let me show you Truth Or Consequences, please, because it is basically perfect in its absolute oddness, and I need you to go. Below are just a few of the many reasons why.
