I didn't sleep particularly well last night and have to get on an airplane today after a quick budget meeting with our district school board (please try not to be jealous), so I figured what the hell, let's talk about controversial parenting techniques!
That should be relaxing.
Q. Jordan!
Bag (similar) | Skirt | Blouse (similar)
The overt purpose of this photograph, taken at last weekend's Renaissance Faire, is to show you the wings that I am wearing. But before we get to that, I think that you should be aware that as relatively serene as I appear in this image, approximately five minutes after this was taken our daughter commenced what was literally - LITERALLY - the most epic meltdown she has ever had. And she is two years old, so we're talking about a serious achievement.
See, what happened was that we did nothing at all, and this made her so furious that she decided to do a sort of full-body whiplash-thing while cracking her skull against my eye socket and chin (over and over) while I tried desperately to calm her via the delivery of things with sugar in them and an uncomfortably loud public rendition of Part Of Your World, and while passers-by looked on in what was unquestionably horror mixed with intense judgment of our parenting skills.
In case you weren't sure, this is Beyonce, not me. I do have this sweatshirt though.
There have been approximately three zillion times in my life when I have definitively declared myself irreversibly opposed to A Thing, only to discover that said Thing is (annoyingly)...
ok fiiiiiiine...
Little girls are apparently way more interested in goats than antiques.
I LOVE it when you go to a flea market/swap meet/antique store with zero expectations and then accidentally stumble upon a treasure that just so happens to require exactly the (small) amount of cash that you have sitting in your wallet.
Right?!
Remember when I said that my friend Elise and I decided to go for the same theme for both of our daughter's birthday parties, so we could share the decorations (both the cost and the labor)? It ended up being such a good idea.
I loved how Goldie's party turned out - and Elise's was absolutely spectacular (ok, it helps that she had a friend with an insanely beautiful house who offered to let her throw the party in the backyard). The coolest part: even though all the decorations and activities were the same at the two parties, they ended up feeling special and unique in both venues with just minor tweaks.
Nashelle Ring | Noritake Bowl | NARS Nail Polish
Ummmm this may be one of the most delicious pasta recipes I have ever made in my life, and I never thought I would say something like that about a non-tomato-sauce-inclusive pasta dish...forget about a dish that actually includes...
wait for it...
Hello I love you.
Confession: I am a person who makes steam-in-bag rice. (This should not be a major surprise to you, as I am also the kind of person who has been known to make spaghetti sauce with a Prego base. Hush, Prego is delicious.) I'm a steam-in-bag rice kind of girl because I have a memory dating back to when I was fifteen years old and burned a pot of rice and decided that rice is a pain in the ass to make...but I mostly because I don't care, and because to me "steam-in-bag rice" is rice. Like, the same rice that real rice is.
Then, a couple of months ago, my friend Alisa - who is apparently my go-to friend for making me realize that I need to step up my game - came over for dinner and asked me what she should bring, and I said, "Oh, nothing, just yourself!" Except then I told her what I was making, and when she discovered I was making steam-in-bag rice to go with my lovely Korean BBQ she said "Stop. No. I will make real rice." And okayyyy fiiiiine, what she made was way better than steam-in-bag rice.
You can have too many presents...but too many donut balloons? Never.
My first answer to this question is "Um yes."
(BUY MY CHILD ALL THE THINGS.)
And it is called "Tourist."
More specifically, "Elderly Tourist."
I bought a TRUCKER HAT, you guys. And not just a trucker hat: a vacation souvenir trucker hat (California Love from the AdventureLand store in Disneyland, which is filled mostly with Billabong stuff and which is very clearly a place that one should never purchase apparel, but there you go). And I didn't just wear this trucker hat...I went ahead and wore it with my vacation souvenir t-shirt (from the Rainforest Cafe - as is proudly noted in bold red cursive across the torso).
OHHHHHKAY. I get it. I get the forums and the boards and the obsessiveness about Disney. (I still refuse to wear moisture-wicking socks, but I kinda also get the Moleskin thing now because Kendrick's fitbit told us that we walked over seven miles each day, and apparently my feet are not seven-miles-a-day-feet. #ow.)
On Day One, Kendrick and I were all "whatever, let's just walk in any direction that looks fun; we're soooooo chill and soooooo not going to be Those Weird Disney People."
Day Two? Totally morphed into Those Weird Disney People.
"OK so we'll start out by hitting Pirates because the line will be short but let's grab a Fastpass for Indiana Jones on the way and then we can fill the extra time with Tarzan's Treehouse, then let's book it over to Fantasyland and one of us can wait on line for the princesses while the other tours the castle and WAIT, what if we use a Fastpass for Star Wars and then we'll grab one for Ghost Galaxy and then go on Buzz Lightyear while we wait and..."
