There’s just something about the front porch, yes? Early mornings with the birds, friendly hellos to the dog-walkers. Watching elementary kids scooting by, their shoulders hunched with nylon backpacks as they balance a volcano science project trepidatiously on their mother’s baking sheet. And yet, our front porch has been neglected for years. Opting instead to
Life with young kids means, for me, tees are in heavy rotation. A quick swipe of the hem for nursing, a shirttail handy for wiping a small boy’s tears after a bicycle fall. Something light and comfy; something I won’t fret over when the inevitable coffee spills down my front, or the banana pancake flips
Getting dressed during a global pandemic has meant – for many of us – a natural flocking toward loungewear pieces. As terrible as quarantine has been, one upside is clear: more elastic, more stretch, more… comfort. Unsurprisingly, these thermal joggers tip-topped my own closet rotation from day 1 of quarantine to day 365 – catering
I know, it’s not a word. But what else do you call a cardigan that feels like a robe and fits like a dream? Now that we’re nearing the 6-week mark of postpartum, I’ve been itching to venture out, dressed in something that doesn’t qualify as loungewear (no Lansinoh stains allowed) – but still feels
Welcoming a third baby into the fold is a whole new ball game. There are pros, of course. I’m older (not yet fully wiser) with less energy to fret the small stuff. Less time to micro-manage. Less headspace for perfectly-portioned snack hours. Here, kids, have another cheese stick! But the best pro of all –
Found: the comfiest pajamas yet. Here’s the thing about homeschoolers (or at least, this set of homeschoolers): we really are in our pajamas all the time. Call it loungewear, athleisure, whatever — the truth is, we’re often seen traipsing around the neighborhood in what can only be described as glorified nightwear. And yet, when a
Voting with my dollars is ever-important to me, which is why you’ll often find me scouring local thrift stores when the small folks in my home begin to tell me their pants are decidedly cropped, their tees now of the midi variety. Another day, another growth spurt, another Goodwill run – and so it goes.
I’ve long-desired a fellow introverted mother to come alongside me and teach me her ways. With an inherent bent toward quiet, peace, and calm – how do we introverts navigate a life with children who are decidedly… un-so? The good news: it’s here. Or rather, she is. Creatively woven with the wisdom of classic literary