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Man, have times changed since I had teeny tiny babies! We hung out at the New York Baby Show for a few hours this Saturday and there were so many incredible products that I wished were available when my girls were infants. The baby gear scene can change dramatically in just a year or two and this show is a great way for new and/or expectant parents to check out the newest products from a wide range of retailers (from giants like Babies R Us to smaller mom-run companies).
Before I show off a few of my top picks from the 2017 New York Baby Show, here’s a little peek at our time there.
I’m a little bit of an Instagram addict. I mean, I love it. I do. But there are times when I don’t love it. Like when everything is looking pristine and smiley and happy as I scroll through and I’m over here in yesterday’s yoga pants trying to break up a fight over who touched who in a mean way. Celeb moms on Instagram can really make me feel like shit. Some of them have feeds full of gorgeously curated photos taken by what must be a professional photographer with captions like “My heart!” or “This is what life’s all about!” And while that’s totally true, it can make a momma feel like a total failure when she just wants five seconds without anyone touching her.
That leads me to today’s post. Today, I want to celebrate the celeb moms on Instagram who keep it real. I mean really real. The mommas who show us that life isn’t all bright, perfectly aligned smiles and children who look like they frolicked out of an ad campaign. Today is all about the famous moms who give us a tiny glimpse of real life.
The plight of the second child, man. My little one has spent most her life living around her big sister’s whims. From being dragged to each and every occasion her sister has participated in since her birth (and being expected to nap nicely and cooperate while doing so) to the layout and decor of their shared bedroom, Ellie has always been expected to sort of go with the flow. And, don’t get me wrong—she’s good at it. But once in awhile you have to throw a girl a bone.
As she gets closer to the end of her kindergarten year, Ellie has started standing her ground a little more. She’ll still tear up and play the baby card any chance she gets, but she’s starting to show signs of liking things a certain way (like the three separate piles of Fancy Nancy books lying in the middle of the floor in their room)—and she’ll fight to keep them that way.
To give her a little space of her own in the midst of their big-sister-dominated shared stuff, I teamed up with The Baby Cubby to create a small, simple kids reading nook where she can practice her brand-new reading skills.
I recently perfected the recipe for the best DIY body butter ever—the mother of all DIY body butters, if you will. Get your pinning finger ready, because you are definitely going to want to save this one for later!
I originally posted a recipe for a creamy, luxurious DIY body butter just in time for Mother’s Day back in 2013. It was pretty awesome, but it had one drawback: you had to refrigerate it in the warmer months to keep it from melting because it was coconut-oil based. Now, I love me some coconut oil so I was not about to eliminate it from the recipe. But I did find a way to make it hold on to its creaminess.
Today, I’m completely updating that post to give you an even better recipe that doesn’t require refrigeration and that makes the perfect budget-friendly gift for any lady in your life (yourself included) who might need a little pampering.
My daughters, who are experts in the art of papering, are obsessed with this stuff and have been slathering it all over themselves ever since I made it. Note to self: double the recipe next time and stash some where they can’t find it! 😉
On a typical day, my microwave is disgusting. We’re talking completely splattered with caked on gunk that I try really hard not to think about because how do you even begin to clean that crap up? Except I don’t feel that way anymore. At least, not since I stumbled upon my new absolute favorite cleaning trick of all time.
Let me get really real for a second by showing you the actual level of grossness I’m talking about, so you don’t think I’m being dramatic or pretending a little soup spill is my definition of gross.