Friday, February 28, 2014

My own sartorial choices

I am not what you might call a trendsetter.  Or a trend-follower, for that matter.  My personal style has evolved over the years, as I constantly try to find a look that flatters my body as well as enhances whatever image I have crafted for myself in any given year.  I have had my fair share of hits, and definitely my fair share of misses.

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

My Little Chef: Risotto! Plus Chicken Cutlets with Prosciutto and Asparagus

For our second week of cooking lessons, Max selected an Italian menu.  Shocking, I know.  Max would eat Italian 18 out of 21 meals per week, if I'd cook it.  He is definitely his daddy's son.


Thursday, February 20, 2014

E.T.R.A: Washington, D.C. Edition!


Originally posted as "The Big Adventure: Part One" on The I's Have It, April 23, 2011, "The Big Adventure: Part Two" on The I's Have It, May 10, 2011.  Filed under Identity, Inner Peace, Indulgence, Introspection.  Now with Bonus Photos!

[Editor's Note: In 2011, I took my children, ages 5 and 15 months, on a two-week trip to Washington, D.C., via Amtrak.  We lived in a small apartment in Petworth, and relied completely on public transportation.]

Friday, February 14, 2014

Running into 40

This is going to be a different kind of post...I promise I'll be back to my usual goofiness in the next day or so, but today is my birthday, and I'm in the mood to share.  You have to humor me because I said so, and I am the birthday girl.

One year from today, I will turn 40.  It's hard for me to really grasp that, even though I have been married to a man IN HIS FORTIES for two and a half years now.  40.  Forty.  FOUR-TEEEEEEE.


Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Mostly Wordless Wednesday: Let them eat hummus.



Hummus Graveyard.

Hummus Railroad, with bonus ranch dip tanker car.

Hummus Oz, version 1.0.

Hummus Oz, version 2.0.

Hummus Wonderland.

We're all mad here.

I've had Alice in Wonderland on the brain, of late.  I'm working on some Alice skits with my theater kids, and singing Jefferson Airplane's "White Rabbit" in the upcoming "rock-n-roll show" (as Milo likes to call it)(and here's hoping I don't get the two confused and start freaking the kids out with my Grace Slick impersonation).  So I thought it would be a fun time to revisit Max's second birthday.

If you know Max, you may be surprised to learn that there was, in fact, a time when he wasn't quite so Max-y.  By age 2, his unique set of character traits had only just started to emerge.  He was just coming into the costume craze that is still going strong today, he was not really aware of Disney or characters or movies or any of that (although by his second birthday, he had made his first trip to WDW, the trip that marks the beginning of our traveling-to-Disney-mania).  He loved two things: music and flowers.  He could walk you all around the backyard, naming every flower and plant he could spot.  Hibiscus, gardenia, salvia.  Hyacinth, coneflowers, acuba, lantana.  It got to the point where *I* was asking *him* what stuff was, and he was regularly wowing/amusing/boring-to-tears visitors to our backyard with his incredibly comprehensive backyard tours.  Yeah, it was kinda weird. But very endearing.

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Don't be fancy, just get dancy.

Milo's fourth birthday party: part two arrived hard on the heels of part one, the hour that I scheduled between them disappearing rapidly into overlapping guests,  swapping out table cloths, bundling away leftover treasure-chest-decorating supplies, and reconfiguring the buffet.  The guest list for party number two included family and close friends with older children, all people I have entertained on numerous occasions, so I was not as concerned with being picture perfect.

Monday, February 3, 2014

Parrrrrrrrrty like a four-year-old pirate.

Well, I went through with it.  Milo had two birthday parties, one right after the other.  And while both parties were deemed a success by the birthday boy, I gotta say, guys, I kinda half-assed 'em both.  A textbook example of stretching myself too thin.