Friday, I’m in love.

1. Max and the solar lights 2. Huck in an epic ensemble 3. Do You Hear the People Sing? 4. Captain Hook (complete with ruffly shirt) by Max

1. Max and the solar lights 2. Huck in an epic ensemble 3. Do You Hear the People Sing? 4. Captain Hook (complete with ruffly shirt) by Max

Every morning during the school year the Boss would ask “Is there no school today?” He hates to leave me, but once we get in the car to head to school he is happy and he races into his room with barely a wave tossed over his shoulder to me. This week it happened…he sat on the couch drinking his oj and said with a heavy sigh; “I miss school” Oh, you said it brother! I think he will thrive next year going five days a week. We got the official letter that he is in the class we wanted and I flat out did the Meposian Dance of Joy and texted a picture of it to my friend K, who’s daughter will be in the same class. Dance of joy all around!  Huckleberry has taken to wearing his brother’s chonies over his diapers at all time. The rain had us cooped up all week and it was world war two over here, brother vs. brother. Guess who is the bully? The tiny Huckleberry rules with an iron fist.

We are working on it.


Anything Goes as the Kennedy Center- My mother in law got us tickets to opening night for Zach’s Father’s Day present and I am still tapping my toes! Back in the day I could really tap and I am seriously considering taking some lessons again. Tap is good for the soul. You can’t be unhappy when you’re tapping. Mad? Tap it out. Sad? Tap it out. Happy? More tapping please! I wonder if I can get a neck brace before tap class because if Hopscotch does me in I can’t imagine what tap would do.

Karla Reed’s instagram feed and Pinterest board for her outfits of the day. Her style is awesome and she thrifts like a fiend. I am not sure how all of her thrift finds are JCrew etc but dang if she can’t put together an outfit! And now she is pregnant so if you are too you will find great inspiration there!

Kate Spade sooooo has my heart with this necklace. No, no… THIS ONE! Why am I not a billionaire yet?  I’ve been wishing on the stars for ever so long…


This week the hydrangeas in our garden bloomed like crazy and every time I look at them they make me happy. I think next to Peonies, these might be my favorite. Added bonus? My new Ikea Rast hack nightstands. Even Zach said “those look great! ” When you can’t find what you want….MAKE IT!

What are you in love with this week? I hope you all have a wonderful weekend! Happy Friday, everyone!

btw none of the links to stores are affiliate links or anything. Just stuff I fell in love with this week~! 

Get in shape, girl.

I injured my neck the other day playing Hopscotch with the Boss. Well, that’s not entirely true. I aggravated an already aggravated neck which was first aggravated by painting the kitchen cabinets. Because aging is awesome that way. Actually, the first time I suffered this particular neck injury I was in my early 20’s and it happened while brushing my hair. So I can’t fully blame it on the tick of the clock…but at the time of the terrible brushing incident I worked part time at a chiropractor’s office who hooked me up tout suite with a diagnosis and a treatment plan. This time? Not so much. A heating pad and some naproxen while begging your four year old not to body slam you repeatedly is not quite the same as daily ultrasound and adjustments. Thus this has been a slower recovery. I thought I was doing well but then the rock hit the eight space and I jumped, jumped, jumped on one foot and HOLY CRAP MY NECK! Skillz. I got em.

all snuggled up after Disney SMMoms with a heating pad and a four year old.

Something else happened mere moments before I was distracted by my creaking painful neck. I became acutely aware that as I hopped and jumped certain areas of my personage were wobbling and jiggling. People, it was not cool. Not cool at all. So I was resolving (in my mind, silently) that it was time to get in shape, girl. The main problem is that while once I took dance classes and did the New York City Ballet’s warm up on DVD, now I am not sure that my brain could a. remember all that or b. learn new. It struck me that what I really needed was a work out dvd that consisted of choreography and routines I was familiar with. You know, a 45 minute work out consisting of the Fresh Beats, Wiggles, Imagination Movers and such.

I already know the moves and the words to sing along, I bet I could get the kids to do it with me and honestly, I am so easily winded these days (which is hysterical to me since at one point I lived on Diet Coke and Marlboro Ultralights and could dance for hours, now? clean living? Out of shape) that I bet it would be a great work out. Who’s with me? Could this be the new Zumba? Combo kid-gym-mama-work out? I think I am on to something and I am totally going to investigate this…as soon as I can move my neck.


We were that kid…

I have been sort of hiding away from the theatre. Right now acting is not really an option for me, with two kids here in the suburbs, and so I have tucked it away in a little corner of my heart pretending that I am not ignoring a part of myself. It’s okay, the trade off is so good for me that I don’t mind. I have two babies I love more than I thought possible, certainly more than I love the theatre and trust me, that is saying something. There is no place on earth (other than with my husband – who I met in the theatre- and my babies) that I would rather  be than the theatre. A small intimate theatre or a big house it doesn’t matter to me. The theatre is my Church.

Last night Boss caught a little bit of the Tony’s and was enraptured, disappointed when I made him go to bed so I promised him he could watch it in the morning. I grabbed my coffee, Boo had his milk and Boss his OJ and we sat down to watch. Or rather, I sat. The Boys moved closer and closer to the television with each number, but it was the opening that got Boss.  It got me. It was arguably the greatest opening number to any awards show ever and I vote Neil Patrick Harris for all the things. If you missed it check it out:

Epic, right? But man one part got me. We were that kid. I was that kid. Hell, I still AM that kid. I watched my sweet boys move towards the screen entranced and a part of me ached. Not just for myself, for my missing the theatre and the theatre family but for what I thought raising kids would be. I thought they would grow up backstage like so many other little ones I knew. I thought by now Boss would have been to may set builds and strikes. When the guy at Home Depot made a snotty remark about it being a ‘guys paradise” and Boss set him straight “It’s MOMMY’s paradise too!” I thought about how I had gained so many skills since leaving Los Angeles that would help with set builds and strikes. I thought of late night painting on Ouroboros and fighting down tears when we tore down the Woman in Black theatre set. I thought of Chicago SketchFest and all the fun we had in McFwap. I thought of the night I looked out at three thousand people as I raised my sword at the end of Antony and Cleopatra under the moon in Las Vegas. I thought of  the last monologue in Miss Julie and the night the knife stuck straight up in the floor when I let it slip through my fingers before Jean picked it up and sent me off to my death. I thought insecurities and  being scared shitless every time I took the stage and doing it anyway. I thought of how incredible it would have been for my kids to see me do just that…be scared and do it anyway. I thought of the people I thought would influence my kids and look out for them. Nothing extra was required of these people. Simply by my kids being in their orbit it would affect them. Certainly it affected me. I thought of my Fountain Theater Family and Road family and my heart ached like crazy.

When the show was over Boss turned to me and said “Mommy, I think we should do that.”

Looks like my kid is that kid too.

What did you think of the Tony’s? Have you given up a part of yourself to have kids?

(today is the last day to enter the Theraderm giveaway! DO IT!)


Friday I’m in love

Ah, this week. My kids were psychotic on lack of sleep and an abundance of sugar. Such are birthday weeks, no?

when your kid's favorite color is yellow, you end up in a yellow swimsuit.

when your kid’s favorite color is yellow, you end up in a yellow swimsuit.

This week I braved a swimsuit and went to go to the pool with the kids. It was so much fun I dare say we will do it again! Thus I have begun bathing suits-that-don’t-make-me-want-to-cry shopping. PS J Crew? I love ya, but your bathing suit section is basically a pro-ana website. Let’s get some models who weigh more than Boss, okay? It’s tough trying to find something not little old lady, but not string bikini. Mama’s belly has seen better days and I think everyone involved will be happy if that thing stays covered. In the immortal words of Boss “What HAPPENED to your tummy?” You, you little brat. You. And totally worth it. At the pool Huck made the ladies swoon, and if you were wondering which four year old boy was floated all over by the little girls, it was Boss. Of course.


This week I also succumbed to the insane pressure to watch Game of Thrones and although I skipped the first season I hereby announce: I get it. I tried the Dr Who thing and it was not a love match, but this? This was really, really addictive. Also, I want a little dragon, like now! Side note: how hot is that chick? Hot.

Later during a bout of insomnia I watched Behind the Candelabra in which Micheal Douglas plays Liberace and it was very good and very sad. The next morning it was all over the news that he contracted throat cancer from a certain oral activity with the ladies. This was far too much sexual information on Michael Douglas within a 24 hour period and basically caused my brain to break. Thus I share it with you…enjoy.

And now:


Keeping with the pool theme, I am obsessed with Jergens Natural Glow sunless tanner. As a gal whose junior high nickname was Casper, as in the ghost, I can safely say I have tried almost all of them out there on the market and for the second year in a row, this one is tops! Get the foam, it has basically no smell and absorbs lightening fast so you’re not waiting around waiting impatiently for it to dry while your 2 year old bangs on the door screaming mommymommymommy!

Our favorite bedtime story right now is Pete the Cat; Rocking in my School Shoes. We can’t get enough and Boss has it memorized. It’s pretty much the awesomest thing ever except…

Boss’s love for So You Think You Can Dance. oh how I missed this show! And Boss does one hell of a good audition.It’s basically this, only not cause he is four and still has some righteous baby fat.

He has promised to let me record it this week. Please let that happen, because I would watch it all the live-long day!
I hope you all have a wonderful weekend, I am off to Disney on The Road today and then tomorrow it’s the last Little League game and a pool party.
Life is good.

What are you in love with this week?

{don’t forget to enter the theraderm clinical skin care giveaway!}

It was right about this time last week & home made pop tarts

It was right around this time last week that I suddenly realized that Huck’s birthday was upon us and that I had done nothing to plan for such a momentous event such as turning two. A quick text to friends saying Sunday! 3:30! Be there! And it was on like Donkey Kong.

Have I mentioned how awesome my friends are? They were all ‘hell yeah!’ that plus a text to Auntie Kelly informing her of an impromptu birthday part for the littlest Boo and the ball was rolling! Instantly she texted back pictures of cupcakes and ideas. We would grill for the adults and have Greek Orzo salad and for the kids? Well, kid food. Then she suggested home made pop tarts and I was all GAME CHANGER! The theme was easy, given our recent trip to Disney World and Huckie’s love of Mickey Mouse- baby brother lurves the Mouse- so I culled things we already had around the house plus some balloons and some home made Mouse silhouettes and we were good to go.
Little boys don’t care like Martha Stewart does, am I right?

I put out the baby pool, some sidewalk chalk and the slip n slide and hoped the rain would hold out till the kids got some playing in. Luckily, it did.  Also lucky we have a basement full of toys and had invited Boss’ favorite girl friends R and L. Someone asked if we had activities planned and I said nope, L&R are here…so they’ll run the show. And they did. Many games of tag and hide and seek and a tornado of toys later and it was cupcake time! Boss put his arm around Huckie to help him blow out the candle and it was pretty awwwwww-inducing if I do say so myself.

Huck didn’t like the cupcakes at all.
The next morning Boss wistfully looked at pictures of the home made poptarts and said “I wish I had eaten them all, I loved them so much.” Because I love you all so very much, and because Auntie Kelly loves me I have the recipe for you. It’s so crazy easy and I will now be bringing them to every little thing.  They are delish!


  • Two ready made pie dough- thaw
  • mix 1 tbsp cornstarch 1/4 cup water and 1 cup jam of your choice (we used strawberry) in saucepan
  • heat until it boils
  • boil for 2 minutes stirring constantly
  • remove from heat, let cool completely
  • roll out dough and cut into even squares
  • fill with cooled filling
  • seal with a fork and prick 3 times to let heat out
  • place on cookie sheet covered with parchment paper and refrigerate for 30 min
  • brush with beaten egg
  • bake at 35o till golden brown
  • let cool a little before eating, can be reheated!
  • Ice as you see fit.

Total hit of a hit party! Let me know if you try them. I am going to have to make some more because I can’t stop thinking about them!

{ps don’t forget to enter the theraderm giveaway! this skin care is awesome}

Today You Are Two

I think Dr. Suess really meant:

Today you are TWO
That is truer than true
There is no one alive 
That is TWO-ER than YOU! 


Today my sweet Huckleberry you rang in your second year by waking one minute earlier than the actual time of your birth. At 5:54 a.m. I hear your mewling wake which is now followed by an insistent-and rather Italian sounding mommy, mommy, mommy!  

On Sunday we celebrated the anniversay of your arrival with friends, family, cupcakes and home-made pop tarts. Every ounce of your being buzzed with excitement (and sugar, I am sure) that everyone was over to play, that everyone was there for you. You seemed to understand this and I was overjoyed at the ease with which you trusted Miss Kristen, Miss Norah and of course Auntie Kelly to care for you and cater to your every whim. Which they did. You have that power, and you use it kindly…for the most part.

I always tease that you are two with a vengeance. You are the clinical definition of TWO. In between power struggles and frustrations of mis-communications you are a perfect angel. Your smile lights up the world of whomever you are with. Your giggle is musical and your happy dance? The happy dance is EPIC. You feel all of your emotions completely, giving over to sadness as easily as joy. Luckily, joy hangs around longer.

You are so lucky to have your big brother, you want to do everything he does and I fall even more in love with him daily due to the care and love he shows you. You barely go down for a nap and he wants to wake you. Oh, you make him crazy and lately we have heard “Mommy! Boo took my (whatever toy you have stolen at that moment)!” But your squabbles so far are short lived and you two are cuddling on the couch sharing secrets before I know it. I love watching you two on the playground as you try to keep up, to play the bigger kid games. Yesterday after dinner we took a walk down to the new playground and you and Boss played with a neighbor boy, you guys had a whole game going and you kept up! I was so proud and yet it was bittersweet. I am so looking forward to your growing into a kid, but the baby years have been so sweet with you.

I know two will be tough with you, already it’s begun, but I want you to know no matter how many times you draw on my freshly painted kitchen cabinets or hit me out of frustration because I don’t want you to climb the book case, no matter how many time outs are ahead of us, no matter how many time I give the exasperated mommy sigh, no matter how many times the words “Huck! NO” boom out of my voice, know that I love you more than I ever thought possible. I had no idea what was missing from my life was you, and I am so grateful you are here.  I will remember always how you snuggle into me as we rock before bed and how your scent makes me lightheaded in the happiest way.

My sweet, smart, spirited, testing Huckleberry I love you. I love you to the moon and back doesn’t cut it. The English language simply doesn’t have words for how I love you.

Happy Birthday.

So, this week it’s MONDAY I’m in love~ THERADERM GIVEAWAY! **Giveaway Closed**

** GIVEAWAY CLOSED** Congratulations to: Kim Eaton! Comment # 47 was the lucky one via

One of the benefits of blogging is meeting fellow bloggers who become friends. And also blog parties. it’s a great excuse to get out of the house and hanging with smart funny women and also, usually, wine. Two weeks ago I mentioned that I went to the Lost In Suburbia book party and won the Theraderm skin care gift bag. I’ve been using it for three weeks and my skin looks and feels better than it has in years. It is firmer, smoother and fine lines and that horrible sun spot.Yay for me! And also, yay for you!
worldofhats (when I was young and thin but thought I was old and fat. But honestly, probably the last time I felt good about my skin before this.)

 Obviously, when companies offer us products they hope we will blog about them, but it is rare when you get a product that does what it says its going to do and makes you WANT to blog about it.  I admit when Angela from Theraderm was telling us all about it, I thought she was exaggerating, but after almost three weeks with this skin care system it’s hard not to sound like you’re exaggerating.  I really wanted to win the gift basket to give it a try! And dang ism I glad I did! I have moved re-order status from “highly likely” to “pretty much imminent” Although I won the big prize, each guest at the party got a sampler of the system in the their swag bag and Jodifur even commented right here on this little blog that she loved it and her skin looks AMAZING. So, don’t just take my word for it…

Theraderm has offered a full size skin renewal skin care system, a three month supply valued at $150 just for YOU! I’m excited about this, because now we can go through this together! This includes the Facial Wash (match it with your clarisonic for added awesomesauce), the fruit acid exfoliant (I think this is worth it’s weight in GOLD), the Restorative Gel, and piece de resistance: the Peptide Hydrator.  This hydrating cream is rich without being heavy, and your skin will just drink it in. I’m slightly obsessed. Like if I was a celebrity I would demand vats of it and slather it all over my person on the daily. Also, as a vegetarian I dig that this is not tested on animals, gluten free, paraben free and lanolin free)

So, you smart people know the drill! Leave me a comment telling me your skin concern to enter. BONUS entries for  tweeting about the giveaway or FBing about the giveawat. Even more bonus for following me on the twitters & Facebook and following Theraderm on twitter and FB (which you want to do cause sometimes special deals!)

Leave a seperate comment for each entry. Enter URL for each tweet etc. I PROMISE someday to sit down and figure out ye olde rafflecopter, but each time I look at it my eyes glass over and I need a cupcake.

This giveaway is open for one week and the winner will be announced next Tuesday. Good luck!


“Happy” Memorial Day.

This was supposed to go up on, you know, Memorial Day. But it didn’t. Clearly this is WP’s fault and has nothing to do with user error on my part. Clearly. Right? 


Happy Memorial Day. It’s such a weird phrase right? Happy day of honoring those who died in service  to ensure we could have BBQ and picnics and parades. On one hand I truly believe the best way to honor those who gave the ultimate sacrifice is to do just that…partake in the very American way of life they died to protect. Wave the flags and enjoy the day. Yet, yet…it’s not a happy day.BossSings

This year, like last, we attended the PBS Memorial Day Concert on the lawn at the Capitol and it is times like these that I feel really grateful to live in the DC Area. If you ever have the chance to attend this live, do.  One of the most moving sections was Charles Durning who passed away on Christmas Eve of last year, was featured in a a video diary of sorts speaking about D-Day. He stormed the beach, and I hope they put it on youtube ASAP because it was incredibly moving and should be required viewing when learning about World War two.

Of course we brought munchies and snacks and enjoyed the beautiful music. This was a very somber concert. Some years are very YAY! America! But this was truly a somber and moving experience. Twenty two soldiers and veterans commit suicide a day. Twenty two. I learned that at the concert. We must do something about this statistic, we must find a better way to support our veterans and soldiers; the ones who are willing to face such unspeakable situations for US. Twenty two is twenty two too many.

Bob-Bob and Boss stand and clap for the Army anthem

Bob-Bob and Boss stand and clap for the Army anthem

I held my babies close, one in his favorite puffy vest and one in his favorite Batman hoodie and thanked God for my  good fortune to be born in America. Then I prayed that neither of my babies should ever have to go to war. That your babies never have to go to war.

Bless our soldiers, here there and everywhere. It’s an incredible thing they do, risking their lives to protect us.

At the end of the night, the location of Batman's secret lair and drink of choice were revealed.

At the end of the night, the location of Batman’s secret lair and drink of choice were revealed.

How did all those husbands fit into one car?

I have a confession: this Memorial Day weekend we went places and did things and neither of my babies were in bed before ten on any of the nights. It was a blast, and very, very exhausting. All of this to set up that this was the reason Boss was snuggled in bed with me to watch the premier of The Bachelorette.  I’ll take my parenting award now, thank you!

I was impressed by his witty commentary on “how many husband’s can fit into one car? It’s a clown car, mommy”

TRUTH, Boss. Truth.

I confess, I always enjoy The Bachelor more than The Bachelorette because well…women be crazy. Usually the men are a little less insane. Usually. Poor Des. ABC has culled some seriously LCD dudes this season. Before the party even ended our sweet little Des was forced to send a lovely young man who’s “mom says I’m good looking” home. Home, I am sure to a strange collection of china dolls who he dresses up and sleeps with at night. This dude had a singular focus on getting her in the ‘fantasy suite’ that didn’t just border on creepy, it bordered on has anyone checked on the female abduction rate in this guys neighborhood?
As much as I love the crazy, I love innocuous crazy. Let’s not have any actual danger thank you very much.

Which brings me to Bachelor #1. Ben, who got the very first rose. Why you may ask? Well, he proved the old adage that babes cannot resist a puppy or a baby. And Des fell for it. While most of twitter (including myself) raged at the pimping out of the tiniest bachelor ever, Brodie. This kid was so cute and so just…awwwwww inducing I wanted Des to toss everyone in the pool and take sweet Brodie to DisneyWorld. Make it happen ABC, I know you can. Meanwhile, I wondered if Brodie’s mom was calling her lawyer. Cause I’m telling you…that ain’t right.

Kasey, a social media expert spent the night subtly suggesting hashtags to the viewing audience. I have some for him #notonyourlife #Idontthinkthatmeanswhatyouthinkitmeans #douchebag #getoffmytv #seeya

Then there was Zak. With a K. Just a K. Not ch, not ck, not even a shirt….just a k. So desperate for attention was our shirtless leader that he jumped into the pool. Then stated he ‘earned’ the rose for that hard work. Zak, I feel like we may need to work on the definition of ‘earning’ something.

Overwhelmingly I cannot fault Des for her swift picking of Juan Pablo, the soccer player with an accent. Seriously? He wasn’t a douche and did I mention he’s a hot soccer player with an accent?

I’m not even going to go into details about the magician, the guy who wore a full suit of armor or poor Larry, a glasses wearing ER doctor who didn’t even get to say hello before he had to say good bye.

Next weekt hey  we begin proclaiming their love and even resort to fisticuffs. Perhaps they’ll bring old ER Doc Larry back to stitch up some dudes.

(Photo credit: Rick Rowell/ABC Photo)