I’m Back!
As you may or may not have noticed (shout out to my five loyal followers), I’m back! As anyone with a one-year-old will tell you, the days are long but the years are short. Lately the days have felt super long. I must have had too much coffee while I was pregnant because Tripp does not stop. I mean he actually doesn’t stop moving except for the occasional nap. Finally, I feel like I have settled into somewhat of a routine with work and exercise and mommying,
Work-life balance is the new buzz word among professionals, especially working women, and specifically working women who are mothers. It’s a special place that exists somewhere over the rainbow where your work demands are in perfect harmony with your domestic responsibilities and, if you’re lucky, hobbies and relationships. I don’t want to spoil the ending, but this place doesn’t exist. At least not for me. And I’m pretty sure other working moms will agree with me.
Pot. Mary J. Cannabis. Grass. Dope. Ganja. Smokinnn a doobie. Whatever you want to call it, Marijuana is a hot topic in the news and political arena. Twenty-eight states and Washington, D.C. have made marijuana legal for medicinal purposes. Seven states and the Washington, D.C. have laws legalizing marijuana for recreational use. In states like California, dispensaries look more like the Apple Store than pharmacies, with the special stuff coming in different flavors, potencies and products,
Some things about becoming a mother I expected- waking up in the middle of the night, getting thrown up on, finding it hard to find time to shower – but other things I didn’t foresee. Here are five unexpected ways motherhood changed me.
Gaining almost 60 pounds while I was pregnant left me with a lot of extra weight to lose after Tripp was born,
Meet Lizzy!
Meet Lizzy, the designer behind the children’s clothing brands Factor Eleven and Elevensies. Now a full-time, work-from-home mother, Lizzy used to be a nanny and Gossip Girl intern before she decided to spend her days caring for a giggly newborn while starting her own business (sounds easy, right?). Lizzy and I had due dates a day apart, and she made these adorable Easter shorts for Tripp. As a mom,
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Decorating Easter eggs has been a tradition in my family for as long as I can remember. On Easter Sunday we’d use the bright color dye sets my mom bought from the grocery store and stain our hands and the table cloth while making tie dye eggs. One of the best things about having a kid of my own is the opportunity to experience these traditions with him now. Although Tripp didn’t help toooo much in the creation of these eggs (he mostly just tried to eat them),
Do you ever go to farmer’s markets and daydream about quitting your day job and selling your famous jam or granola? Glad I’m not the only one. Usually when you sell food you’re subject to Department of Health regulations and other state regulations that require you to have a licensed commercial kitchen. But there are laws in place, called cottage food laws, to help the little people out who want to sell their food on a small scale.
Before Dave and I had Tripp, we had two children: our dog, Riggins, and our garden. We would get up every morning and water the garden while drinking our coffee. Before we concerned ourselves with baby throw up, waking up in the middle of the night, etc. we were really perplexed about our dill plant that wouldn’t stop growing (I know, problems). It started out as an innocent little seedling, and quickly becoming the most flourishing plant in our garden.
So you’re hiring a nanny…Leaving your most beloved human with a stranger is definitely nerve-wracking, so you may not have even begun thinking about everything that goes into finding that special someone. Before all of the paperwork, like setting up a contract and figuring out taxes, you’re going to want to interview the potential nanny to see if she’s a good fit. You’ve spent countless mornings getting ready for interviews yourself – “Is this heel more cocktail hour than morning meeting?”
On this Sunday, March 12, we lose an hour of sleep. If you’re a glass half full kind of person, that means we gain an hour of sunshine at the end of the day, woohoo! But ya, that alarm is going off an hour earlier. Daylight Savings Time wasn’t invented just to mess with our emotions twice a year, and hasn’t been around forever – it’s actually based on a law.
Daylight Savings Time got its root during WWI,
