You know how the day before you're scheduled for a haircut, you can't do a thing with your hair? Turns out the same holds true for moms the day preceding a girlfriends getaway. Ahead of a weekend celebration in Cape May, NJ, with some of my dearest friends, my kids chose today to be completely OFF THE HOOK. Between the baby who is going through a clingy phase, the twins who ask for constant entertainment, and the pre-teen who is having a friend over and absolutely can't be bothered with her . . .
We just returned home from a 10-day vacation to South Carolina and I documented our trip using only my iPhone X, and y'all, no one is more surprised about that than me. I have been a DSLR girl for a few years now, and armed with two good lenses, I take my camera with me on all our memory-making excursions. I just didn't pull it out of the suitcase this time. As the primary memory keeper for my family, I think photography is pretty darn important. Yet, on this vacation, I found that I could . . .
July has rolled in just as you would expect: hot, steamy, and with a burst of pyrotechnic color! Graham and I went to a concert a few nights ago that ended with a spectacular fireworks show and it reminded me why I love this time of year. Though July seems to be the month of never-ending beach trips, there are still many events for those enjoying a staycation right here in Charlottesville. Hope you enjoy 10 Things to Do this month! 1. Independence Day is tomorrow, and after witnessing an . . .
When I was a kid, my grandmother took me to a craft festival in Berea, Kentucky. I loved going from booth to booth and admiring all the handmade items—years before DIY was cool by the way. One vendor showcased custom harps. They were gorgeous and I oohed and aahed over them for the better part of the trip. A few days later, my generous grandmother had a proposition for me: if I agreed to take harp lessons in Cincinnati, she would have a child's harp made for me to practice on. Any kid with a . . .
I am that mom who gave EVERYTHING away after having her "last baby" only to then have her actual last baby. Thank goodness for friends who stepped in to loan or give me swaddlers, onesies, strollers, baby gear, board books, and toys for our fourth babe. Winnie would be sleeping in a drawer and listening to her older brother and sisters' chapter books if these girlfriends hadn't come along. For inexplicable reasons, I did decide to save a few of my favorite things in the midst of giving . . .