The Kim Challenge A Healthy Perspective Fri, 16 Jun 2017 15:10:58 +0000 en-US hourly 1 8223044 My home, my body Fri, 16 Jun 2017 15:10:57 +0000

There are lots of mommy bloggers I follow who always seem have their hair and makeup done and their kids are always pristinely dressed. I’m not one of those bloggers. 

Nine months ago I wrote a blog about my feelings regarding my postpartum body, how hard it was to look at my newly plus sized figure. I was just three months into this momming business. I hadn’t slept more than two hours a night for 90 days. I was breastfeeding and pumping constantly to increase my supply. I was basically chained to my couch underneath a baby who was eating or who would only sleep while I was holding him. And yet I expected that I’d bounce back immediately. 

I wish I could go hang out on the couch and hug the me of nine months ago, then I’d make her a sandwich and hold the baby while she ate it. Ethan just turned one and I’m only NOW starting to really lose my baby weight. I do go to the gym 4-5 days a week now, but it’s not so much about my calorie burn as it is carving out an hour or so a day just for myself. Time to be alone in my thoughts while jogging or lifting weights or just walking on a treadmill watching a movie. Now I can do that. Nine months ago I couldn’t. That’s not to say others can’t, I know people who ran marathons a few months after giving birth.  I wasn’t one of those people. I didn’t have that kind of baby. That’s okay. I wish I’d known that was okay.

So much has changed between my body and me over the last year or so. My body is bigger and softer now than it has ever been before, but I’m also at peace in it–something I can’t ever remember being. This may be the first time in my 34 years that my body has felt like my home.  I am thankful for it in a way I have never been before. It got me through the hardest physical year of my life. It made and nourished another human being. It’s earned a little slack in the bouncing back department. Sure, I’d like to fit back into my pre-baby wardrobe, but I don’t have a deadline. I’ll get there when I get there. 

Food is another thing that I have a totally different relationship with now. Before Ethan was born I loved to cook. Cooking was what I did at the end of the day to relax. Now, while I still love cooking, I either stick with easy foods I can prepare while he plays in a playpen (which usually has a 15-minute tolerance level) or foods I can prep while he’s napping and heat up later for dinner. If I make dinner during nap time it means I don’t get other things done, like cleaning or writing articles or working on books or blogs. Everything is a trade-off. All of this is hard. I’m not going to obsess over the calories or macros or points involved in the food I feed this family, I just focus on healthy ingredients and hope for the best. 

There’s something about just not having the time to obsess over my weight/having more important things in life to focus on that’s actually very freeing.

Who knew that my lumpy, bumpy post-baby body would be the body I ended up feeling the most like myself in? 


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A Year of Motherhood Wed, 07 Jun 2017 12:54:45 +0000

I’m obviously very glamorous.

This week marks a year that our Little Fella has been in our life. In many ways I feel like the same person I’ve always been, just with a tiny buddy who looks just like me, makes a big mess, and deters me from actually getting anything done professionally. In other ways I know that I’ll never be the same person I was before Ethan entered the world.

For starters, I will never not be worried. Long gone are the days when I can walk into a room and just exist in it. Now, I enter the room and assess all the ways in which my child is going to maim or kill himself. I worry about something happening while he sleeps. I worry about car accidents and house fires, bee stings and the drug epidemic; I worry about bathtub drowning or incurable illnesses. I worry that I’m not doing enough during the day to encourage learning. I worry that I’m not patient enough, I worry that I’m too loosey goosey and that he needs more discipline. I worry. I worry. I worry.

If possible, I love my husband more than I ever thought possible. I love watching my guys together. I love the love they have. I’m also way meaner to my husband that I was pre-baby. My fuse is shorter. By the end of the day I’m touched out and crave quiet and personal space in way that is not always great for a marriage.

My sense of hearing is on fire. Ethan could be three houses down and whimper a little and I would hear it. I don’t know how to explain this, but it’s like my senses exploded when he was born.

My ability to love is so much bigger than I ever thought possible. It is a part of everything that I do and think and say. My capacity to love more doesn’t just translate to Ethan (although he is the main recipient), but to everything I do and every person I meet. I give people more credit than I used to now; I judge less and listen more. Life is hard and we’re all just doing the best we can. In the end we’re each and every one of us someone’s baby. 

I miss being by myself. I miss being able to dictate my own schedule, to work when I want to work, to eat when I want to eat, to sleep when I want to sleep. If I’m lucky The Little Fella sleeps for two hours a day, if I’m not lucky I might get a half hour nap out of him. Those times are the only time I have to clean, to eat a meal without having to share it with grabby little hands, and to work—because I still need to be a productive member of society. It’s not easy and sometimes I really miss the freedom of my pre-baby life.

But in the end, I’m happier than I have ever been. There has not been a day in the last 369 days that I haven’t smiled. The days are hard, but they’re better than they have ever been before. There is not a day that goes by that I’m not in awe of the person I made. And really, really amused by him. He’s a funny guy. 

Happy Birthday Little Fella! Thank you for making me a mom. Now please take a nap.


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June 2017 Resolutions! Fri, 02 Jun 2017 03:11:03 +0000

Much of my new suburban life consists of sitting in the car waiting for The Little Fella to wake up. I’ve started stashing books in the car to help me accomplish resolution #2.

Happy June!

The last two months have been a whirlwind. Would you believe that we just wrapped up renovations on the house this week?! We’ve been living in a state of moving chaos boxtopia for two months. It was pretty rough, but as soon as the renos finished we were able to unpack the remaining boxes and get some furniture delivered. I’m starting to feel at home here.

I still miss NYC everyday, but now that we’re not living in a constant state of anxiety there are definitely things I can appreciate about our new home. Inez couldn’t be happier with life. The Little Fella is finally sleeping through the night now that he has his own room. Life is much more affordable here, and The Fella and I get to tackle projects together each weekend. Also, we have our own office, which will make working easier than it’s been in the past few years. Once we’re cleaned up and ready for “visitors” I’ll take you all on a tour of the new place.

Being that it’s the first of the month, it’s time for some resolutions.

  1. Whole30 again—Starting on June 4th. The Little Fella turns one on Saturday, I’ll wait until I’ve had a piece of birthday cake before I do my month of paleo. I’ve done Whole30 before and really enjoy it. I find it pretty easy to stick to and it’s a nice way to curb sugar and carb cravings. The only hard part is making two sets of food for the fam since Roy is a vegetarian and thusly not Whole30 complaint.
  2. Read more books. I will admit that this year has been my least literary in all my reading years. I’m ready to carve out more time for book learnin’ now that we have cozy places to curl up with a page-turner and Ethan is finally sleeping through the night. One of my favorite parts of our house is that there’s no television in the living room, which is on the main floor. We have a TV, but it’s in a small den that we only really go into late at night after all people are fed and things are cleaned. We watch way less TV now.
  3. Carve out more time for work. I’m so excited to have a legit work space again and to be able to really settle in and start working again. I love that my career allows me to be home, but I also really miss working and feeling like a productive member of society.

What are you resolving for June?



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We’ve Moved! Can we Move Back? Tue, 18 Apr 2017 16:26:02 +0000 Hello from the suburbs!

That’s my lawn being dug up. Yay!

I’ll be honest ya’ll, this isn’t a super easy breezy transition for me.

I miss New York City every day. I have yet to get through a day without wondering if we could just call this whole grand experiment a mistake and go running back to our old life in New York City.

At least I’m not sharing my room with an infant anymore. The Little Fella is loving his new room.

I might feel differently if we hadn’t had the transition from hell, but there really hasn’t been much that hasn’t gone wrong for us in the last week, including mover screw ups (if you’re moving in the NY area and want to know which company to absolutely not ever use email me), asbestos abatement, digging up a cesspool and a flood in our basement. I’m a whole lot poorer and a whole lot homesick. The Fella works long hours and commutes about four hours a day door-to-door, which means I don’t really see him. It might not feel quite so isolating and transient if we had a nice comfortable place to spend the day, but we’re still living out of boxes because we’re still renovating and thanks to all the last minute expenses I don’t expect to be able to afford furniture anytime soon. Like years.

Kitchen Before & After

I’m pretty overwhelmed. I also have a cold and pinkeye in both eyes and a looming deadline…so you know, a little stressed.

Bathroom Before & Almost After

In the midst of it all Ethan stopped breastfeeding cold turkey. Well, he started biting, I screamed and he’s refused to nurse ever since, so I’m a little emotional on that front as well. Stupid mommy hormones. The good part of all that is that without wanting to nurse for comfort in the middle of the night he’s started sleeping through the night. That makes it all a helluva lot easier to deal with. I’m sure having his own room helps.

I’m taking comfort in the fact that now that I’ve had to sell my kidneys to cover fixing this money pit of mine, everything is pretty new and we’ve raised the equity of the house…which is good because I’m pretty much ready to sell it. Anyone want to buy my house?



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March Resolutions: MOVING!!! Wed, 01 Mar 2017 15:44:40 +0000

Happy March!

Spring is right around the corner. In fact, New York City is feeling a bit manic about weather these days, as we alternate between 60 degrees and sunny and 30 degrees and snowy. The change of season is always a little rough.

This will be our last month as city folk. WE BOUGHT A HOUSE! (That’s one major life accomplishment we can check off the list) We’re doing a few repairs before we move in, as babies and construction don’t mix all that well, but as of April 1st The Fellas and I are heading out to the ‘burbs!

Honestly, as exciting as this is I have very mixed feelings about this move. I’m so excited to have more space – The Fella and I have sacrificed our bedroom and our skeletal health to sleep training and now sleep in our living room on an air-mattress and a beat up old Ikea couch, but I’m also scared of what life will look like for us out there. My roots are pretty firmly planted in New York City. I haven’t lived on Long Island for half my life. While I know that this will be a good move for our little guy, I don’t know how to live that kind of life anymore. I’ve only recently started to make mom friends in the city and to set up playdates and now I have to start all over again (If you live in Western Suffolk County and want to be mom friends, reach out!) I’m scared of having to wake a sleeping baby every night so that we can pick up The Fella from the train. I’m scared of never seeing my husband because he’ll be commuting. I’m scared of the distance between things—I’m used to just walking down the block and being at a park or a museum or a restaurant.

This is where I’ve been sleeping for the last three months.

These are big intimidating changes. I never thought I’d be a suburban girl. BUT, we’re just normal middle class people and we can’t afford the space we need in NYC to have a family. Sacrifice. Sigh.

Well, that was a downer. How about I list some things I’m excited about:

I’m excited to cook in my kitchen again. One of the main reasons I stopped photographing my food was because my kitchen in the city is so small it’s almost completely unusable. I can’t even stand in front of my stove, I have to stand to the side of it. As much as I love cooking, I never really get to do it because it’s just too challenging given our limited space. Also, we literally have no counter space, so the stove top has been repurposed as a counter with which to dry bottles. I am so excited to have a kitchen again!

I’m excited to have a backyard. So is Inez.

I’m excited to see my best friends more. I’m so incredibly blessed to have had the same sisterhood of friends since grade school. While I moved away, they stayed near home and I’m excited that I get to be closer to them and that they get to be a regular part of my life again…not just a special occasion outing.

I’m excited that I get to be near my family and establish new family traditions in our home. Memories that our little guy will carry with him throughout his life.

I’m excited to sleep in my bed again. Ya’ll, my back is so jacked up at this point that I can’t even bend at the waist. I need to sleep like a normal person.

Now it’s your turn, what should I be looking forward to and who wants to be my friend?

Oh, right and resolutions.

I only have two resolutions this month, okay three.

The first is to get through the whole month doing Whole30. It’s trendy and I do love me some diet trends. The diet aligns pretty well with some of the reading I’m doing about living with thyroid disease and I’m willing to give it a shot if it helps keep my autoimmune issues in check.

Go on dates with my husband. We’ve worked out a deal with our neighbors where we babysit one another’s little ones for date nights. I want to take as much advantage of this arrangement as possible before we leave.

Pack. Who wants to come help me pack?

What are you resolving for March?




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Apps for Getting Active in the New Year…or whenever Mon, 09 Jan 2017 23:00:08 +0000

Screenshot of the Aaptiv app on my phone

Disclaimer: I have paid full price for the products reviewed below. This review was not paid for by the companies presented monetarily nor in kind.

 One of the most notable changes in my person over the last few months is a serious shift from my former perfectionist tendencies. It used to be that I followed a strict gym going schedule, and when I strayed from that schedule for any reason I would have a hard time getting back on track—I couldn’t just pick up where I left off, I had to start all over again so that I’d have flawless streak of perfect behavior. I was like this with homework during my school days too. Perfectionism is not always a productive personality quirk.

Fast-forward to life with a baby and I’m so proud of every little personal accomplishment. Took a shower? Excellent. Ate vegetables? AMAZING. Left the apartment? All star!

Once The Little Fella was old enough to hang out at the gym daycare center (6 months) while I worked out I started exercising again. I no longer aspire to six sweat sessions a week. I’m pretty happy with three. I’m a total star if I make four. And I don’t sweat it if I only get there once or twice. And since I no longer adhere to a strict training schedule, my workouts are a little more fly by seat of my spandex. I am, after all, getting back in shape after almost a year of very limited activity (I had some complications in my pregnancy that meant I wasn’t allowed to exercise after my first trimester).

While I’ve never been a particularly big fan of fitness based phone apps, I was recently suckered into free trial periods with two apps that I’ve subsequently fallen in love with and now pay for because they’re rocking my new loosey-goosey gym going personality.

The first is Aaptiv (which started out as SkyFit when I downloaded it). Aaptiv has the feel of a live fitness class. The instructors are recorded, not automated, and you have the feeling they’re actually marking the workouts with you while you exercise. The workouts are set and cued to music that’s both up-to-date with popular songs and appropriate to the workout that they’re accompanying. What I like most about this app is that the workouts ever updating and they cover a wide range of exercises, with options for meditation, walking, treadmill, outdoor running, elliptical, yoga, strength training, cycling, and race training programs. You can filter the workouts based on fitness level, length of workout and trainers. Other than cardio equipment, none of the exercises require specific equipment, so while I often do them at the gym I could just as easily do the strength, yoga, or meditation sessions at home while the baby is napping.

I’m a big fan of Aaptiv for forcing me to up my cardio game on the elliptical and treadmill and guiding me through ab and stretch routines—areas I tend to get bored with and give up on quickly. My spin bike is currently covered in baby gear, but once we move and I have time to cycle at home again I’m looking forward to giving their indoor cycling sessions a shot. 

Which brings me to the next one. Running for Weightloss. I’ll admit that I was suckered into this one by a Facebook ad that featured a rapidly shrinking animated woman. While not as elaborate as Aaptiv, I like that that this running app is beginner friendly (it does have beginner, intermediate and advanced options available). I haven’t logged any serious running hours since I broke my foot while training for a half marathon and I am most definitely in beginner running shape. The program options are: Start Running, Running for Weightloss (basically interval training), 5k, and 10k training programs. While the app boasts four different trainer options, the trainers are computer generated voices that offer running cues and varied levels of canned support throughout your run. The playlists are limited, but fine enough—I’ve only really listened to one (the pop music mix) although the upgraded version of the app allows you to use your own music. While this is pretty much a no frills running app; it’s actually a bit more my speed in the novice arena than the Aaptiv beginner runs. I plan on transitioning out of this one as I get a bit more confident in my mileage, but I am enjoying the slow and steady increases in running intervals that the program consists of. Every time my interval increases by another 30 seconds and I don’t die I feel better about myself.


Do you use any fitness apps? Which ones?



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Quieting the New Year Tue, 03 Jan 2017 20:04:36 +0000

I spent more than a few minutes reading through the wishes on this tree. Surprisingly, none were political. Already a better tone for the New Year!

I have to say, I have a good feeling about this year. I’m not sure why, but my instinct is that there is a lot of good to be had in 2017. I also feel like this is the year I make my life smaller and simpler.

My life goals in the past have come very close to world domination (okay, maybe not quite that lofty). I have always pushed myself to test the boundaries of my comfort zone, to work harder and longer, to share the parts of myself that are the most sacred and to give of myself freely and without reservation. I’m so very used to huge goals and big changes, that this instinct to insulate my life feels like a monumental shift. I can’t help but feel like it all started when I was in labor, when I woke up in the middle of the night with contractions and spent hours alone, in the dark, quiet of my apartment experiencing something so different than anything I had ever experienced before—in that moment the quiet felt sacred, so much so that I didn’t even want to wake my husband. And while labor is long behind me, I still feel this overwhelming need to quiet the world I live in.

Ethan also prefers things quiet. He’s taken to shhhh-ing me by holding my mouth closed.

I’m certainly scared of our impending move. I don’t know how to be a grownup outside of New York City, and will certainly miss the ins and outs of our routine here—all of which is in walking distance. But I do think that it is coming at exactly the right time; a time when our focus needs to be internal, when our cost of living needs to decrease, and we need to be closer to our support system.

I guess, I feel like 2017 is the year I become a real life grown up. I mean, I’m well into my thirties, married, and with a child, but still—everything about this year seems different

We rang in the New Year by going to a house party. A couple we don’t know all that well, who we see at the same Christmas party every year, but who also welcomed their first child, a daughter, this year had invited us to their home. A beautiful, enormous apartment on the Upper East Side. It was lovely, and in times gone by I probably would have been jealous; I would have gone home and immediately started plotting how I could work harder and make more and figure out a way to afford a home like that, but I didn’t. I feel at peace with the changes coming our way this year. They’ll be stressful, but I’ve gotten somewhat used to the constant hum of chaos in our lives—it will be like this for many years, until it’s not, and then I will miss it, I’m sure—or at least that’s what I tell myself. We have our own home on the horizon, and I am determined to enjoy the chaos, to take it in stride, and when it becomes too much for me to handle, as it will from time to time, to ask for help. Because my world will be smaller and simpler and that is how it all feels more manageable.

How is 2017 starting off for you?



New Year’s Resolutions 2017 Sat, 31 Dec 2016 23:28:26 +0000

If there is one lesson I’ve learned this year it is that I can do hard things.

I can do hard things.

I can do hard things.

All the hard things.

Over the course of this year I re-wrote a book while going through an emotional miscarriage, then through my pregnancy. I gave birth standing up (without an epidural). I continued breastfeeding through tongue-tie, thrush, and a horribly low supply. I travelled for work with a newborn and fit book edits in between naps. And well, I puttered through the chaos of new parenthood, not particularly gracefully, but with the resolution to do what was best for my kiddo while maintaining a sense of self and autonomy. None of this may seem hard to you reading this, but it was hard, so very hard for me. And while I think that my challenges in this next year will be just as hard, maybe harder, I feel like I have a whole new respect for myself as a person. As a worker bee and mama bear. I don’t know what 2017 has in store for me, for my family (well, moving to a house is one of them!) or for the world, but I know that I can do hard things.

And so this year I resolve to:

  • Work. By far the hardest part of this year for me was figuring out how to mom and work at the same time. It’s a lesson I still very much struggle with, but as the year comes to a close I have started writing again. Working on a new book. Working on freelance assignments. I have meetings set up for the New Year about projects to come. And while childcare and nap schedules are still a battle, I know that this year I will find my rhythm as a multifaceted woman.
  • Take pride in my appearance. (Notice that there haven’t been many pictures of me lately? Yeah. There’s a reason for that) Listen, I work from home, I’m covered in puke 30% of the time, I’m still rocking 20lbs of baby weight and half my hair has either fallen out from postpartum hormones or been pulled out by grubby little fingers. It’s easy for me to wear the same stretchy jean leggings and nursing tanks every day, but I’m really tired of looking like I was just hit by a truck. This year I’m going take a few extra minutes for myself each to look like a person; to brush my hair (and teeth), to put moisturizer on and maybe even some mascara. And to get to the gym regularly. Now that The Little Fella is old enough for the gym daycare I’ve been going more often and I cannot tell you how much I’ve missed it. I’ve never appreciated the quiet struggle between the treadmill and me so much as I do now.
  • Throw my damn phone out the window. Be present. It’s hard. There are so many distractions. But this life is all too fleeting and I know that I will miss these days one day and I want to remember every single second of them. No more hours lost scrolling through my Facebook feed.

What are you resolving for 2017?

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December 2016 Resolutions Fri, 02 Dec 2016 15:12:51 +0000 december6

I don’t know about ya’ll but I’m ready for 2016 to be over.

While I’ll always be grateful to this year for my healthy, happy little human, the majority of 2016 was a crapfest (including many of the early days of my momming adventure).

While I prefer not to be political on my blog, I will say that the tone the world has taken since November 8th (well before, actually) feels to be one of hostility, of anger. It is like there are very few people willing to listen to those they don’t already agree with. It often seems, because so much of our interaction is on social media, that we can be crueller to one another without any real consequence. We can’t see the pain we inflict and so it doesn’t exist. We are more willing as a society to cut people out of our lives than to listen to their points of view. I shouldn’t be all that surprised, by that; I remember reading a about a study a year ago that followed incoming college freshmen’s ideology over the last century and found that our current generation of college-goers is the least tolerant of opinions they don’t agree with and most likely to disallow free speech. Of course, incoming freshmen are not to blame; they are a symptom of a larger trend in our culture. It worries me more than it probably ever would have before, now that I’m responsible for someone else.

I don’t really think that the feel of the world will change once the clock strikes midnight on January 1st, but I do love a fresh start and New Year’s is my favorite holiday because of all of its brimming potential. While we have thirty days until our collective slate is wiped clean, there’s no time like to the present to start being the change you wish to see in the world and in your own life. So, here are my resolutions for December:

Live Life in the Real World. I admit to spending far too much time on social media. That’s what happens when you’re stuck under a sleeping human for hours a day (we’re still working on getting him to nap in his crib as opposed on his mother). But no more. Social media is a filtered reality and not only does it not represent the real world or the people in it, it tends to highlight extremes and create an anxiety that far supersedes any entertainment value it provides to my day. Instead, I’ve downloaded e-book apps to my phone to entertain me while I’m stuck under a baby. I’ll do a quick social media check in once a day, and the rest of my human interactions will be with actual humans.

Vocalize Good. I’m not a particularly loquacious person in real life. I far prefer writing to speaking aloud. I like to listen rather than speak. I’ve always been a bit on the shy side and my favorite response to stress is to cloister up and shut myself up in my own little world. But that’s not the world I want to live in, so my resolution—not just for the month—is to be vocally good. To speak up when something is wrong. And to praise vocally the good in the world and in others.

And on a much more immediate basis. Cut spending for serious. Our house hunt is progressing and it looks like The Fella and I will be trading in our city dwelling lives for the suburbs in early spring. If things work out—so much can happen, ya know? And while our mortgage will be less than our rent, all the expenses that come with living in a house will make our lives even more pricey: renovations, car, gas, insurances, utilities, commute…holy moley is the commute going to be expensive. We need to reign in all disposable spending and start saving, saving, saving. And I need to start working, working, working more.

What are you resolving for December?

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November 2016 Resolutions Tue, 01 Nov 2016 18:23:39 +0000 thankful-quote

I have to admit, I’m pretty psyched that it’s November. Not for any particular reason, it’s just that I FINALLY feel like I have enough of a grip on the day to day of momming to start blogging again. To start cooking again. To shower on a regular basis. Yes, Ethan is five months old. It took that long for me to feel like I might be a human outside of our feeding/napping/endless-attempts-to-entertain-a-human-I’m-not-supposed-to-let-watch-TV-for-the-next-year-and-a-half schedule. I follow a lot of blogger moms who seem to have a much better grasp on all this than I do right from the start. Ehh, I’m owning my mess of a life.

We still live in a one-bedroom apartment on the third floor of a building without an elevator. And despite the fact that we have two storage units to contain all the stuff that we got for wedding gifts, clothes that don’t fit me anymore (but I’m not quite yet ready to believe they never will again), and all of our belongings that we had to ditch to make room for baby stuff. Our apartment is still a mess most days.

What were you for Halloween?

What were you for Halloween?

Which brings me to my first resolution for November (a repeat from last month that will continue every month until it’s done): Find a house. The Little Fella is about fifteen minutes away from sitting up on his own and I know crawling isn’t too far off. We need a bigger, more baby friendly home and will hopefully find one before he starts walking. We’re bummed to be leaving the city behind, but we’ll just never be millionaires and thusly never be able to buy real estate in New York City. Feel free to leave comments about why living in the suburbs is awesome to help me feel better.

I'm a mess.

I’m a mess.

Next resolution. Create a household routine. This could take a lifetime. But in order for me to do things like exercise and cook and shower and make a living I need to work on everyone’s schedule. The baby is in a perpetual state of being half-assedly sleep trained. Roy and I just have to put on our grown up undies and sleep train the baby and then work on a real, concrete nap schedule. Once that’s accomplished I need to be disciplined enough to use those fleeting moments of sleep to actually get things done. I’ve given up on going to the actual gym with regularity (and my membership ends at the end of the month) but I can workout at home once he’s down for his longest stretch of sleep at night. Zombie workouts for the win!


Most important resolution: Be thankful. It’s a challenging time in our lives as a family. The Fella is working on a book and working a grown-up jobby-job. I’m trying to figure out how to work from home with a baby. Ethan is (almost) five months old and acting accordingly. We’re all running on fumes and because of that it’s easy to take how amazing this time of life is for granted. So this month I resolve to think about how thankful I am for a healthy baby, for an amazing and supportive husband and a pretty great career that allows me to be home for all of the milestones in Ethan’s life. I’m even thankful for Inez, who has taken to pee-ing on all of Ethan’s belongings on a regular basis. When she’s not making our very tiny apartment smell like urine she’s an awesome dog. It’s all a silver lining.

That’s about all I can handle. What are you resolving for November?




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