Category Archives: Holidays

The Holiday Card I Didn’t Send This Year

Well, to be honest, we have yet to ever send a holiday card.  This was not going to be the year I started in on this tradition even though our mailbox has been stuffed with gorgeous cards and little life updates from friends and family everywhere.  Nor was I able to hang them all up because we are still a household in transition, with most of it Not Decorated, which is fine, but I simply don’t have a place to put them at the moment.

If I were to have sent a card, it would have gone something like this.

Hello dearest friends and family,

If you were with us right now, you would be marveling at the constant stream of cars driving down (and parking on) our street to watch the Christmas light show that of course, our house is a part of.  Yes we knew about this before we wrote the offer for the house, no we were not thinking about how many party buses and limousines would be cruising down our street between 5:00 PM – 10:00 PM each night in the month of December, most certainly we were not thinking about how this light show would be covered by most a number of area news outlets.  It is really something to behold.

This year, Critter turned one, Glitter was born, we sold our townhouse, moved in with my parents, and then moved into our “forever home” exactly two months prior to Glitter’s arrival.  Marcus got a new job.  I kept my same job.

Our card is a letter and not a picture because honestly, I don’t think there is a picture of the four of us in existence, though we are planning to remedy this in late January.  It’s good to have goals.

Who can know what will come in 2018?  Actually we do!  We plan to have one frisky toddler, one teething baby (but seriously when will the teething end?), and still no pets.  We hope to each return to one hobby of the many that have fallen by the wayside since having children.  We plan to survive exactly one trip to the cabin with our children and take exactly one trip without them.  We’re looking forward to it already.

Wishing you and yours a blessed 2018,

Marcus and Kat

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Things I am Thankful For: Part II

Because you know, not everything is serious.

  • Hot yoga
  • Wine
  • All covfefes: lattes, iced, black
  • Sprinkle macarons from Bellecour
  • Sleep
  • Oversized long-sleeved shirts
  • Cuddles from Critter
  • My engagement and wedding rings which finally fit again
  • A full closet of not-maternity clothes, even if I refuse to wear them
  • The West Wing and The Real Housewives and Live PD
  • Reading books (sometimes)
  • All of my girlfriends. The ones without children who love me even through this chaotic stage of life I am in, the ones with children who know my story well, the ones I have only just met who are all in just the same.

Things I am Thankful For: Part I

My house is full.

I have spent the last eight weeks with a happy heart because my house is full. Which is not to say there isn’t at least one point each day where both children are crying, because there is. On one recent day, both of them pooped within five minutes of one another and then Critter sacrificed a Tupperware bowl to the sink, which he Mourned Intensely for 10 minutes.

But Glitter is here. Critter is here. Marcus is here. I am here.

We are all here.

When people ask me how I am doing it with two I usually give some sort of bland answer about just putting one foot in front of the other which is partially true and the other half is that I just have no idea how we survive each day but somehow we do.

This is the hardest it will ever be, I continue to tell myself.

They are days full of More Crying Than I Would Prefer (from my children) but they are also days of wrestling and roaring like lions and running from the hugglesaurus, reading books, singing songs, a newborn who naps on me.

They are days when my husband and I sometimes spend one hour together at the end of the day, but usually not. It is exciting if we get to eat a reheated dinner together. We are tired. We are happy. We are sometimes frustrated. We are always surprised that we have two children now because how on Earth did that happen.

We are glad.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Mother’s Day is Happening


It has come to my attention in the past few years that apparently Mother’s Day is not the rosy holiday of my youth.

Newly minted moms are either underwhelmed by their gifts/celebration or exhausted because they are driving their tiny, non-napping children all over town to celebrate with others.

Some are mourning the loss of their mothers.

Others are mourning the loss of children, both those they held and those they never got to hold.

This is all super-valid stuff, but Sunday is still coming for us and it’s a Hallmark holiday so there is no escape.

I will say the following.

(1) My first mother’s day was actually not that awesome and something I nearly forgot about until I was trying to remember what we did last year.  For those wondering, we drove to brunch 30 minutes across town where I got to breastfeed in public for the first time (was not really super psyched about that) and because the drive and brunch were so long, it killed my non-sleeping baby’s nap schedule.  This is to say nothing of a very tired me.  My husband left halfway through brunch to go to a friend’s grandmother’s funeral.

IT WAS NOT OUR BEST SHOWING AND IT WAS NOT SPECIAL FOR ME.

So this year is a do-over.

(2) I have been encouraging all of my girlfriends to launch a pre-emptive strike on mother’s day and either (a) make plans they want and just do them (b) plan an alternative mother’s day for themselves where they can actually enjoy stuff.

Like, for example, Lis and I are going out for brunch on the 13th.  In peace.  Where?  We don’t know.  But it’s gonna be great.

If you are reading this and thinking hey, that is me (mom or not!) please save yourself and make a plan.

(3) Coffee and Crumbs has a great podcast episode on Mother’s Day.  It is here.

(4) I hosted a baby shower last weekend and after writing this in the new mama’s card, I had to commemorate it for myself because it is just the truth:

I don’t really know what to tell you about motherhood – it’s an adventure, none of us know what we’re doing, there is a lot of crying, the smart mamas drink a lot of coffee and wear a lot of concealer, the days are long but the years are short, somehow all of our moms survived this, you are the best and right mama for your daughter.  Knowing what I know now, I’d do it again in a heartbeat.

This is the life. 

An Easter Weekend Update.

As I am writing this, I am sitting with my feet up because I spent the last two days (mostly) on my feet and more importantly, I survived two days without napping in the afternoon when Critter was napping.  For those not in the loop, I’ve pretty consistently napped in the afternoon when Critter naps since he started napping for more than 20 minutes at a time.  ANYWAY, I was strong!  I stayed up!  With the help of cold brew iced coffee, Amen.

Between Passover and Easter we have Had Some Holiday Time.  Also holidays are so much more fun with a toddler than a screaming newborn, I am just going to say.  Everything about this week was a million times nicer/easier/more relaxed than last year. 

Most importantly, Billy came home.  And because I am incapable of photographing anything anymore, I made him take a selfie with me after Easter was over because, you know, memories.


On Saturday, we went and painted pallets because I promised cousin Sharon last summer that we would do this.


My sign will be going up north to the cabin.

We colored eggs, and after a family vote, agreed that Mom did not need to unearth the Easter baskets that are buried somewhere in the basement, ostensibly in the same area as the missing Christmas ornaments.


Our baskets were instead a modern art piece.

The weekend was delightful, it was warm enough that I could wheel out a maxi dress.  I’m at that weird point in my pregnancy where I’m not quite big enough for maternity clothes yet (except for jeans, I have been wearing those since the six week mark, my God).  I’m also at a point where I outright hate everything I own because I haven’t had a real wardrobe refresh since I finished buying maternity clothes at the end of 2015.  SUFFICE IT TO SAY THAT I CANNOT WAIT UNTIL SAY, JANUARY 2018 TO PURCHASE SOME ACTUAL ADULT CLOTHES AND FIGURE OUT WHAT IS EVEN COOL TO BE WEARING ANYMORE.

But, back to the maxi dress thing.  I am beyond ready for the weather to be consistently toasty enough that I can just…wear them.  I don’t find them to be terribly glamorous, but I do find them to be less frumpy and slightly more put together looking than say, yoga pants AKA Our True Uniform.

Reverb | November | Give Thanks

Sarah and Kim have been sharing Reverb prompts and  Meredith and I are back in the saddle.  Because writing can be fun.  And we all have a lot to say.  Join us.

Give Thanks: Even in the hard years, wonderful things happen. What has filled your heart? What will fill your stomach at the Thanksgiving table?

I think that Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday.  I don’t think I really knew that until midway through college, but it is.  I am pretty sure I also read somewhere about how the Thanksgiving story wasn’t totally true at all (a quick Google search just confirmed) so I really just love that there is no actual point besides family and eating a lot of food.

I feel like every year, I read at least article deriding traditional Thanksgiving foods as being “tired” and it breaks my heart!  Stuffing, green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, relish trays, all of it.  Cozy, comforting food to its very core.  Honestly, I am somewhat shocked we do not enjoy this feast more than one time in the course of the year.  I am already confident that Critter will be delighted by it too.

And lots of hand turkey art (no, seriously…LOOK).  The Truest American Art Form.  That Critter can now participate absolutely delights me.

What am I so glad for this year?  Our Boy Baby.  My husband.  Our parents.  Our siblings.  Our friends.  Our health.

We have plenty.  Enough.  An abundance.

 

‘Tis The Season

I have been a terrible blogger lately.  Where have I been?  I don’t know, really.  But I suppose it is time for a life update, as Christmas (and two long weekends in a row!) is coming.

My house is clean right now.

The living room has been vacuumed.  The floors have been swept.  The kitchen and the bathroom have been wiped down.  Generally, having a clean house isn’t a massive concern of mine because we clean our house on a weekly basis.  But right now it is clean and I am feeling centered.

Last weekend, I offered my house up for the annual holiday party one of my sorority sisters throws because she felt her place was too small.

Last night we hosted our annual Chrismakkuh party.  It was a hoot.  I think when all was said and done, we probably had about 40 people through and most of them were in our tiny townhouse at the same time.  We love throwing this party every year, but this year it was more special because we will not see a lot of these friends again until after Critter is here.

This week, Marcus and I will host both of our families for our first ever holiday at the townhouse – Christmas Eve.  I know that right now you are all thinking that this is of course the most traditional first holiday for a young Jewish family to host.  But my parents sold my childhood home this year, they still haven’t bought a new house, and our space is larger than theirs for entertaining.  So we will have it here.

As we enjoy this tiny break in the action, I am just happy to be at home with my feet up on the couch.  After Christmas Day is done, I want to say that I have all of five plans on the calendar between December 26th and Critter’s due date.  This is simultaneously Appropriate and Really Bizarre because I don’t know that I’ve ever not had plans like that before.  But who knows when Critter could arrive!

Despite the slew of pies I have been actioning lately, today I decided to bake some cookies because I have done zero cookie baking and I feel like holidays call for…cookies?  My first batch of cookies (thumbprint) were a total failure.  As in, the centers of the cookies fell out and I had to toss them in the trash.  This would be a tragedy, except the cookie base was from a Betty Crocker bag (I should have known better) and thus not a great deal of effort was exerted.  It was mostly horrifying as I transferred the cookies to my cooling racks and watched as the centers slid through the racks and right onto the towel below.

Not to worry, my second batch of cookies, Egg Nog Logs, were big winners.  Look.

Egg Nog Logs

I even got to wheel out my really tiny sieve for the first time so that I could delicately sift some nutmeg on top of the frosting.  I scarfed down two of them as soon as they were frosted, without hesitation.  It is safe to say that I will be making these every year for the rest of my life, such is their deliciousness (and non-excessive level of difficulty).  There’s still time for you to whip up a batch before Christmas, too.