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Kids bring home a lot of stuff from school… like papers, art projects, lice. That sort of thing. But my 4 year old twins came home from preschool the other day with something I’ve never seen before. These…

twins finger molds

Now what are those exactly?

Babies giving the middle finger?

Ruins from Pompei?

Crafts from a local seaside festival?

The perfect ornaments for the top of the Christmas tree?

Apparently (and I’m going on information given to me by two 4 year olds), a dentist came to their school and made molds of their fingers.

Now that I’m in possession of these clay finger things – are they a sweet keepsake of childhood or a creepy thing to hold on to?

I need guidance.



1. My husband can actually take care of our 5 kids plus a friend’s kid (that’s 6 total!) all weekend. With the help of his parents. But still, I think most people would need the help of an army. So I’m thinking next time girls’ weekend in Rome?!


2. That apparently you can buy chicken lo mein in a bucket (see above photo). Just ask Rick.

3. That a DJ playing only techno doesn’t actually appreciate it when you ask for “any song that has words – like maybe ‘Let’s Hear It for the Boy.'”

4. Techno doesn’t get better as you get older.

5. If you’re going to crash a wedding, it’s much more fun to do it while they are still serving alcohol, instead of when they are breaking down the tables.

6. That no one will care if you take photos with big animal sculptures in fancy hotel lobbies.

monica and emily

7. It will be very hard to not make “Karate Kid” jokes to the poor waiters who have to wear these bandanas at a popular sushi restaurant on Lincoln Road.

karate kid

8. On the upside, it is a great, “I used to have a crush in the 80’s on Ralph Macchio” conversation starter!


9. That everyone on South Beach seems to be wearing their jean shorts unbuttoned like this..


I kind of get it because sometimes you are just too exhausted to finish buttoning your pants in the morning.

10. That if a New York friend couldn’t make the trip and is dealing with freezing rain up North, she probably doesn’t want to be included on group texts that say things like… “Are you guys still at the beach?” “What time are we having après beach cocktails?” “Is it me or is everyone at the pool starting to look like Ralph Macchio?”


Back when I had my first baby girl, I never imagined that some day, my two oldest girls would turn the walls of their room into a pink bulletin board.

girls room

Yup, they just pin up their artwork, posters and school honors all over that wall.

I realized pretty quickly that this was their space and although I can make attempts to keep it somewhat neat, it will never look like this…


But still, I was unprepared when my daughter Dylan said to me… “We want to turn our room into a lounge.”

A lounge?! For an 8 and 10 year old?


But to clear up any confusion, my daughter Dylan drew me a sketch…

girls drawing

In case you have more pressing matters than deciphering 4th grade handwriting, let me do a recap for you. They are moving the beds to make room for the lounge area.

Which includes a couch, a swing chair and a beanbag chair.

The beanbag chair is clearly the focal point of the room.

There was no mention of feng sui.

I think it’s bring your own cocktails.

And yes, we are actually considering letting them do this. (Minus the couch.)


In case you missed me out and about on the internet, I wrote this post on dog anxiety for Alpha Mom

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And this post for Lifetime Moms on the belly binder trend. Yes, corsets are in vogue!

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I feel like I’m losing a bit of my creative soul. I’m not sure when it happened exactly.

Sometime between my 20’s and when everyone stopped calling me by my name and started calling me, “Mom.” And I’m not talking about my kids. I’m talking about dental hygienists, doctors, class instructors and just about everyone else. “Hi mom!” they say, with cheery smiles as I walk in with my children.

Damn, I swear my name used to be Kelcey.

The funny thing is I thought I would lose a part of myself when I got married. I was an independent person and I couldn’t imagine how I was going to join someone in holy matrimony without giving up a part of me.

But what I learned was that although marriage meant more compromises, I could still truly be myself. Actually, a better version most of the time.

Then my husband and I had kids but they didn’t take my creative soul either. Just the opposite. Yes, they gobbled up time and stole my energy but they also filled me with a completeness and joy I had never known. Even as I type this, it is hard for me to fathom that my oldest daughter, 10, is already two years passed the half way mark to “adulthood.”

Even though these days, she is a roller coaster of emotions… one minute gloriously happy and then next minute expressing her desperate need for an iPhone 6, an Instagram account and her own room, to the next minute in a fit of tears because we bought the wrong color protractor.

She can make me crazy and yet, I don’t want her to leave. Ever.

So no, it wasn’t parenthood.

It wasn’t even the night I recently played Bunco, at long last succumbing to this intriguing suburban ritual of dice and musical chairs. It was something else.

I realized it one night at dinner in Miami. I was sitting there in this great restaurant, feeling the energy of a city and I felt more like myself than I had in a long time.

And I realized how much I missed stuff… off broadway plays, coffee shops that don’t start with “star” and end in “bucks”, photography shows, West village cobblestones, pre-war architecture, finding a great seat at your favorite sushi bar, people watching, city grit and a million other little things.


Courtesy of Grub Street

I miss the energy. I miss it rejuvenating me. I know, I am making it sound like a facial. But it’s about lifting my whole spirit.

I guess it happened slowly overtime, so quietly that I sort of missed it. As the years have gone by, we have for many necessary and important reasons (good schools, safety, affordability) moved deeper and deeper into a suburban bubble.

And although there are many advantages, I realized that it’s suffocating me a bit. And I need to free myself just a little before I spend too many days not feeling like myself.

So somewhere between shuttling kids to activities and finding the right color protractor, I’m committed to finding more city grit in my life. So I can be a bit more me.


I remember when I got my first daughter Dylan sleeping through the night. She was 6 months old and when she slept from 7 pm to 7 am, I wanted to shout with crazy glee. Okay, first I had to tiptoe in multiple times to make sure she was okay but then I expressed that glee thing.

I adored her new sleeping schedule but didn’t quite understand that once a baby becomes a toddler and can actually get out of her crib or bed ON HER OWN, it all can get insane again. I now have 5 kids and can not get through an entire night without being woken up. Sometimes it’s once. Sometimes it’s 60 million times (estimate).

And the worst offender is my 4 year old son Chase.

I’m peacefully sleeping and suddenly there is hot breath in my face and I open my eyes to this…

Chase: Frette post

Whoa. What’s up buddy?!

Good question right? Because when someone is peering at you, just inches from your face, at 2 in the morning, something must be up. Right!?

Well, let’s see…

It’s either a bad dream, hot pajamas, a stomachache, he can’t sleep, the room’s too dark, a strange noise, he feels itchy, he has to pee, he’s hungry, he has to poop, checking to see if it’s morning yet, needs to be tucked in again, his nightlight isn’t working, he can’t find his pillow nightlight, he can’t find his sister (who is sleeping in her bed right near him), he missed us or he just wanted to say hi.

We either pull him into bed so that he can sleep perpendicular with his body taking up every width of the bed or we walk him back to his own room.

I know this won’t last forever because my daughter Summer used to do the same thing and now she sleeps perfectly well in her own room without needing me for hot pajama emergencies.

But for now (like many parents), I’m often jarred awake. So when parents are sleeping, they deserve more than a flat pillow and 20 thread count sheets. They deserve luxury!

Like 100% Egyptian cotton. Bed linens crafted in Italy. Cashmere blankets. Luxury you usually only find in the most amazing hotels. And you can find all this at Frette. And while you’re at it, you deserve one of their heaven on earth robes.

And right now, you can enter their awesome contest. Enter to win a $3,000 shopping spree from Frette!!  Why wouldn’t you enter? Unless you hate sleep. Does anyone hate sleep? Just click below….


Good luck!

This is a sponsored post for Frette. All ideas are my own.

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