It was happening! For once I was going to be able to leave the house with my toddler before 10 a.m.. We were going to have the most productive day ever, I had it all planned out. We were dressed and out of the door as I walked to the garage. Then that feeling of dread hit me. I got closer and realized our one and only child car seat was in the car my fiancé drove to the airport for his 3-day business trip. Sigh.
Maya and I have tagged along on her dad's business trip, and I’m currently writing this blog post from a hotel room in Peoria, Illinois. I have a love/hate relationship with traveling with my daughter. On one hand, the change of scenery is a good thing. On the other, a strange room and a break from routine can be a recipe for disaster.
One of the most striking differences I noticed in my role as mom is that self care has taken a backseat to everything else. Once a top priority, my skincare routine completely fell apart as I picked up terrible habits like forgetting to moisturize and going to bed with a face full of makeup. I now have plenty of blemishes to show for it.
In a world that’s often unfriendly to new moms and their babies, it’s heartwarming when you hear stories from the other side. By now you’ve likely heard about the professor who taught his class while holding his student’s baby.
My second Mother’s Day is in the books—I just barely made the cutoff last year, but I’m claiming it! Before I was a mom, I thought Mother’s Day was no more than an over-commercialized greeting card holiday (more on that later), but I have developed an appreciation. Being a mom is tough, and I welcome any opportunity that allows me to sit back and kick my feet up, if only for a few hours.
I was at one of my local grocery stores for “Gelato Wednesdays," that glorious day when gelatos and sorbets from the prepared foods section are half price. I got into an in-depth conversation with the cashier about the pineapple basil sorbet I purchased and realized that I have been confusing gelato and sorbet for years.
After a long and particularly brutal winter and a spring that wasn't sure when to begin, beautiful weather has finally made it to my hometown Chicago.
The higher temperatures and blooming flowers and trees have unfortunately brought some unwanted visitors. Spiders and ants, specifically. I love nature, but I don't particularly want it in my house.
One of my friends was raving to me recently about the meal subscription service she was using. She sent me a free trial through her subscription of choice, Blue Apron. There’s a bunch of other services out there including Hello Fresh and Plated. The concept is that you are mailed all of the ingredients in the proper proportions you need to make one or more meals for the week.
I was recently at the grocery store to pick up a few things for dinner. I was turning into the baking aisle when I was approached by a woman with two young children—a boy and a girl. "Your baby is so cute!" she exclaimed, as she fawned over Maya as she sat in the shopping cart.
When I was a child, I wasn’t very fond of pink. I was a tomboy through and through. Though my mom bought me Barbies, I preferred playing video games or pretending I had just won WrestleMania with my brother’s action figures. There was nothing pink about me.