I could seriously eat frozen yogurt every day, especially in the summer! I can’t say the same for K–All he wanted was the little m n m’s. He literally picked them off this with fingers! These native slip ons have been awesome this summer for his little piggies! We decided a little summer rain wasn’t going […]
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Diapers and Diamonds talks mom bathing suits. No, I’m not splitting an atom or barreling into a burning building to save anyone, so this is definitely not the bravest public act, but, to me, this is an edge-of-a-precipice moment. I am putting pictures of myself—IN A BATHING SUIT—on the Internet. I may have lost my […]
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Ladies, I need to talk about boobs. Post-baby boobs in particular—you know, after breastfeeding is a distant memory and things up north have, uh, settled, so to speak. If my boobs were a folk song, they’d be “The Old Gray Mare” (“she ain’t what she used to be”). If they were a 90’s hip hop […]
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This is a phobia that dates back to 5th grade when Tony White, of elementary school fame, pointed out, no shouted out, that “Whoa! Erinn has massive quads!” Everyone playing kickball that day stared at my thunder thighs as I went up to bat (or at least I imagined they did) and from there the […]
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I need to confess something, and I know it sounds sacrilegious, but hear me out: I think Pinterest has ruined our generation’s ability to hostess sanely. Don’t get me wrong; I love me some Pinterest. I spend far more time than is probably healthy surveying outfits I will never fit into, recipes I am not […]
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In my younger and fancy free days, there were really only three requirements when it came to wardrobe choices: trendy, CHEAP and just a little bit risky. I experimented a lot with my fashion choices and was never one to shy away from a piece that was quirky or unexpected. The only thought I gave […]
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Day 1: drinks on The Terrace Night 1: dinner at Graze and boots of beer at Essen Haus Day 2: Farmer’s Market (which is how you know we’re in our 30’s) Night 2: Dinner at Harvest “Have love, whoa Baby will travel/ […]
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As you read the title of this post, I hope you did so with a pleading whine, because that’s the tone I’m feeling most days. Dressing up is exhausting. Work is exhausting. Kids are exhausting. Sometimes I just don’t want to do all this adulting. I want to binge-watch Netflix in my underwear and Facebook-stalk people […]
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Ok, so when I use the word death I am being a little dramatic, but let me say this—as someone who has made yoga pants synonymous with pants, I think this calls for a flare of drama. Since my son was born almost two years ago, my collection of what were once only workout pants […]
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