Remember how I said I was impressed with how many photos Henry took? For this day, he only took 5 and most of them were blurry. Remind me to dock his pay.
Category: Life
My Travel Capsule Wardrobe: Outfit 2
So this outfit was all about feeling flowy. Flowy pants. Flowy top. Basically like wearing my pajamas out of the house. Because whether on a trip or not, sometimes we all just need that, amiright?
My Travel Capsule Wardrobe: Outfit 1 (and 7)
So I forgot to get a picture of my first day travel outfit (or didn’t realize I’d be doing this yet), but that’s ok because I straight up repeated the outfit on our departure travel day.
My Travel Capsule Wardrobe
So remember how I explained about how I’m not a fashion blogger? I’m not. Not in the cards. For so many reasons.
But I do like a good remix. And I realized I have lots of capsule wardrobes that are created just because . . . you know, travel. By necessity, you can only have a limited number of things when you are on the road.
So, with my star photographer’s (Henry’s) help, I made sure to capture all of my outfits on our recent Barcelona trip.
It isn’t an official Unfancy 10×10 because I had a few extra pieces. Also, I don’t have 10 days of outfits. No matter. I’m not a fashion blogger anyway, right? 🙂
The blog posts that weren’t
We are just over two months to go here. TWO MONTHS! AHHHHHHH.
You’ve probably noticed that this blog isn’t updated much these days. Some of that is because we are on the road trying to cram in all the trips.
Some of that is because of our Year of Togetherness. I’ve discovered that it is easier just to be out of the house as much as possible. I enjoy my time with the kids more. We interact more instead of my worrying about laundry or looking something up or whatever. I also I hate trying to get a few things done and having the kids beg me to do stuff and tell them no all the time. We could have just read together for an hour. I still hate feeling like I’m always saying no. Also, they might play beautifully by themselves for an hour, but it’s never reliable. But if we spend tons of time outside of the house, they are generally thrilled to play with all their toys without me when we are back home.
I’m going to try use my last, limited blogging energy to put together some Best Of and Top Fave lists. I know I can do this later, but I have a feeling that if I don’t get them together while we are still in Rome, I’m going to lose interest.
Because of all this, this means there are likely many posts that will never be. Maybe someday. But probably not. Here’s a roundup of some of the posts that weren’t.
Hoot: Volume 16 (Mac Attack)
My kids say some pretty hilarious things. I’ve been told that I used to say hilarious things once, but my parents didn’t write it down and cannot remember even one witty anecdote. Inspired by YHL’s Clara Conversations, I wanted to share some isms as I collect a critical mass.
Henry is 4!
So this is over a month late. This is insanely late. In some way it feels appropriate because it seemed like we celebrated Henry’s birthday for all of September. A month of birthday. Poor kid was so confused.
January Goal Check In
You know what’s SUPER weird? Groundhog Day. Try explaining that to a two and four year old. Seriously. You sound like a crazy person.
First, what is a groundhog? Uh, it’s like a beaver without the tail. They live in the ground. I don’t know why we call them hogs.
Yeah, yeah, we grab this groundhog out of the ground and he predicts the weather. That’s legit. But Batman is fake. Go figure.
Happy Belated Groundhog Day everyone.
A little bit late, but I’m trying to do a check in on my 2017 goals. Accountability!
ICYMI: Catch Up Monday
Hi Guys. It’s been awhile. I’ve got some post ideas percolating (like FINALLY doing a Malta post after we’ve gone three times now), but I’m trying to type fast while the boys are entertained in the other room.
It’s been ages since I did this so I figured we could catch up on anything you might have missed.
I’ve got a Prosecco Problem (and it’s not what you think)
We had a lovely Christmas Eve. At least in the afternoon, that is. Lots of friends, Christmas pageant at church, amazing food.
The morning, however, was another story. It involved a very ugly scene with me yelling at the kids to pick up their stuff, escalating to me threatening to throw everything away, and raging that they shouldn’t be getting more stuff if they couldn’t take care of their things.
Just the kind of peace, love, and joy you want for Christmas, right?








