7/19/13

Things to Do - Random Links

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* World's Best Hikes - 20 Hikers' Dream Trails

* To splurge or not to splurge - I really want one of these. And then what color to pick? Plus, Zara is having the best summer sale ever. I'm in a shopping mood lately.

* Rethink the way you live - "I don’t know if I’ve properly put this into words here, but I’m in this weird space where I see so much value in design, but am also seeing a lot of the cost. Consumerism, materialism, keeping-up-with-the-Jones-ism. I mean, these concepts have been around for years, yes. But for some reason, I’m feeling the weight of it in a bigger way. Something in my heart is stirring. . . . . It’s inconvenient for a design blogger to feel this way. I’ve made a living uncovering trends and sharing products and labeling things as “must-haves” and “statement makers.” And I’d be a hypocrite if I didn’t admit that I still love doing it. I’m fascinated with discovering new designs that change the rules, new artists that struggle for their passions – and yes, every now and then, just a pretty dress. I mean, come on. I’m still pinning like a crazy person. I’m adding to the noise."

* A camp for boys that dress like girls. Well, why not?

* Bohemian homes.

* Post it note art.

* I just learned that the world's largest model railroad is only 3.5 hours from DC (on the way to NYC). A roadtrip must be planned.

* Suburban dreams.

7/17/13

Things to Do - 12 in 12 (July 2013)

When I woke up (somewhat groggily) on Friday morning to more grey skies and rain, I was tempted to skip this month's project (or at least postpone to a sunnier day). But as the rain seems almost constant this summer, Friday was an appropriate reminder of the everyday. So we rallied, umbrellas in hand.

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8:15 am - P jumping rope in between downpours. She has camp all morning, then a playdate followed by a sleepover. So this is the last we'll see of her until Saturday. (they grow up so fast)

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9:15 am - T checking out our new pool toys. Hopefully one of these days we'll be able to use them. (He dressed himself last night, hence the backwards, inside-out PJs).

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11:30 am - T and I peruse the US Navy Museum. Because guns and ships are pretty awesome.

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1:00 pm - The 12 in 12 magic continues to work, T falls asleep during the car ride home.

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2:00 pm - T reads his favorite book on the couch, while I try to deal with the fact that all of my waitlisted library books arrived at the same time.

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3:00 pm - Picking F up from art camp.

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3:30 pm - The playground after camp. Rain makes for an awesome sand box. So many tunnels to dig.

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5:00 pm - Walking to mom/kid happy hour at a friend's house. We bring umbrellas everywhere with us lately.

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7:00 pm - Good friends and wine outside, while the kids all run around like crazy = a perfect Friday night.

Now click on over to Not-So-SAHM and Where the Watermelon Growsto learn about their July 12th. Interested in joining us in documenting the everyday? Just comment on this post to let me know (also check out our pinterest pool here).

7/15/13

Places to Go (Vacation) - Hiking Italy's Amalfi Coast, Part 3 - Praino and Positano

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On our third day in Italy, the REAL hiking began. In the morning we left beautiful Amalfi behind and gradually made our way up into the surrounding mountains.

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Eventually we descended into a canyon on the "Path of the Mad Bats" (what a name) which lead to the gorgeous Marina di Furore and Luggi's trattoria, where we ate some wonderfully fresh seafood and relaxed next to the ocean.

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What goes down, must come up. We climbed to the Path of the Agave Flower, where extremely large cacti seemed to be everywhere, but the views were phenomenal.

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Eventually we made it to our lovely little hotel in Praino, the Tramonto d'Oro, where we drank wine on the balcony and watched dusk settle into the night. From our room, we could see the lights of Positano (our next destination), which seemed so close (yet, with all of the inlets in between, it was much farther, by land, than it appeared by sea).

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On day 4, we began the climb to an uninhabited monastery in the mountains, San Domenico. When we first saw it from below, it looked like a tiny little speck and I thought "there's no way, I can climb that far", but but then an hour or so later, we arrived. Odd to see all of these gorgeous, old frescoes gradually disintegrating. So much history everywhere.

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We spent the rest of day 4 hiking the famed Path of the Gods (which was my big reason for choosing the Amalfi Coast). The hike was gorgeous (though much more crowded than our other hikes, where we usually had the paths entirely to ourselves).

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Finally we descended into Positano, a town much fancier than its neighbors. I've never been to Miami, but this is how I imagine it - tons of people dressed to the nines for a day at the beach. I felt sweaty and out of place in hiking boots, so we changed into sandals and relaxed at our hotel bar (the Hotel Pupetto), where I finally gave in and started drinking beer because margarita apparently doesn't translate well into Italian.

7/12/13

Things to Do - My Ten Step Kid-Friendly Summer Shape Up Plan

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Last summer I was in the worst shape of my life. I'm not quite sure how it happened, but with the kids having three separate schedules and Dan working a lot, I could never find a workout groove or pattern and things went downhill. I hate the feeling of my body being out of my control, not that I'm skinny right now by any means (I love wine and ice cream too much for that), but throughout the last year I've made an effort to establish better workout routines and eating habits. And then summer came along and all my carefully laid out "me" time disappeared. So here it is, my ten step effort to stay healthy with kids in tow. Wish me luck.

1. My Up wristband. I bought myself an Up wristband and I continue to wear it constantly. The wristband is basically acts as a pedometer and when you feel like checking your "stats", you just plug it into a ipad or iphone. I'm a little obsessed with it and even the kids constantly ask "mom, how are you doing? have you made your steps for the day?" And if I'm low we'll end up walking to the library or the playground or taking Coco around the neighborhood. Basically it just reminds me to walk, a lot. Take the stairs instead of the elevator. Little things. That really do make a difference.

2. Fitness Dice. Because they're fun to roll and once someone starts rolling then everyone ends up following. And before you know it you've spent the last fifteen minutes doing jumping jacks. And laughing.

3. Join a pool. Because nothing in the world makes me want to work out more than wearing a bathing suit on a daily/weekly basis.

4. A Gaim tv subscription. They have everything from Rodney Yee to Jillian Michaels. So when it's too hard to leave the house with the kids I can continually try new workouts from home.

5. 7 minute aerobic workouts. Like this one. Or 7 minutes worth of burpees. Because sometimes during the summer it's hard to find more than 7 minutes.

6. Splurge on babysitters/camps. Because I love 10 am Bikram yoga, despite its lack of kid-friendliness (or, perhaps, because of its lack of kid friendliness).

7. Hiking. Arlington Magazine recently published a list of 7 EASY hikes in the metro DC area (click here to check it out). The kids and I have been checking some of them out. They can only go so far before claiming boredom or exhaustion, but it's better than nothing.

8. Health club daycare. When the kids were little they spent hours every week in health club daycare, but now they all hate it because "it's for babies, mom, babies." Um, well, not really. But I understand how the fun has worn off. Still, some days I'll resort to bribes to force them to come with me. Especially for kickboxing. But when bribes don't work (or when I just don't have the energy to load three complaining children into the minivan) I still have numbers 1-7.

9. Eat breakfast. I hate eating breakfast. Mornings are hectic enough, the last thing I want to deal with is a meal for me. But it really is true that if I eat toast with almond butter in the morning, I'm less hungry all day. So I'm going to try to start eating a daily breakfast. Really try.

10. Don't eat the kid food. One of my good friends lost about twenty pounds last year and has managed to change her diet so the weight continues to stay off. She gave me some great advice - don't eat the kid food and don't always force them to eat your food. Maybe that means they eat mac and cheese for dinner and you eat a salad. A good, yummy salad. Everyone is happy. Because trying to find foods that everyone likes becomes exhausting.

For those of you reading this list and thinking how pathetic it sounds, I assure you I am not in ANY WAY a diet or fitness guru. But I figured if I made a list and published a list then (hopefully) I will follow the list. So wish me luck.

What about everyone else? Any ideas for staying in shape when surrounded by children?

7/11/13

Things to Read - Five Interesting Articles From Around the Web (on Work/Life, Old Age, Lyme Disease, and An Almost Rock Star)

1. Stephen Marche's recent essay in the Atlantic Monthly is probably the best article I've ever read on the work/life debate. Almost every sentence is worth quoting, I highly suggest reading the whole thing. Plus, I'm so glad that men are starting to speak out on this topic, family issues ARE NOT simply women issues. They're people issues.

"The central conflict of domestic life right now is not men versus women, mothers versus fathers. It is family versus money. Domestic life today is like one of those behind-the-scenes TV series about show business. The main narrative tension is: “How the hell are we going to make this happen?” There are tears and laughs and little intrigues, but in the end, it’s just a miracle that the show goes on, that everyone is fed and clothed and out the door each day."

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"We live in a hollow patriarchy: the edifice is patriarchal, while the majority of its occupants approach egalitarianism. This generates strange paradoxes. Even women with servants and powerful jobs and hundreds of millions of dollars feel that they have an institutional disadvantage. And they’re right. Women in the upper reaches of power are limited in ways that men simply are not. Various men’s movements have emerged, purportedly to provide a counterweight to feminism, but this proposition is inherently absurd. The greatest power still resides in the hands of a few men, even as the majority of men are being outpaced in the knowledge economy. Masculinity grows less and less powerful while remaining iconic of power. And therefore men are silent. After all, there is nothing less manly than talking about waning manliness."
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2. In a similar vein to the above article, Noah Berlatsky wrote a short, nicely-stated piece on how both sexes often choose family over work.

"It's true that men are much less likely to talk about the family sacrifices required to be a high-powered CEO. But is the problem here solely that women are too open about what they give up? Or to put it another way, why is it seen as normal for a man to spend his life at work, travel away from his family all the time, leave the care of his children primarily to someone else—and never express a regret?

Some men—and some women—really do love the "joys" of power and success . . . And then some of us look at 80-hour weeks and never seeing our families and say, you know what? I would rather quit. I had an opportunity to move into a management position at my job, for example; instead, I went part time to care for my son. I got lucky and eventually moved into freelancing work—but even if I hadn't, I don't think I'd regret my decision. Changing diapers wasn't necessarily all that much fun, but given the choice between expanded administrative powers and wheeling my baby around the neighborhood while stuffing Cheerios into him, I know which one I'd pick.

Hewlett argues that we need to change the narrative for women, so that work for them is not seen as a sacrifice, and so that quitting work is not seen as the normal or default. I don't necessarily disagree. Certainly, we need better day care in this country, so that both women and men can have more options for balancing work and family. But, at the same time, I wonder whether women's experiences of quitting—or, for that matter, my experiences of quitting—should be so thoroughly discounted as a retrograde return to "the expectations of the 1950s," as Hewlett puts it. Lots of women have shown, pretty clearly, that if forced to choose between work and family, they'll quit work. Rather than seeing that quitting as false consciousness or failure, maybe we could learn from it that work is not always more important than family, and that quitting, for women or for men, is not a sin."
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3. On a complete different topic, I LOVED Oliver Sacks' NY Times Article on the joy (no kidding) of old age.

"My father, who lived to 94, often said that the 80s had been one of the most enjoyable decades of his life. He felt, as I begin to feel, not a shrinking but an enlargement of mental life and perspective. One has had a long experience of life, not only one’s own life, but others’, too. One has seen triumphs and tragedies, booms and busts, revolutions and wars, great achievements and deep ambiguities, too. One has seen grand theories rise, only to be toppled by stubborn facts. One is more conscious of transience and, perhaps, of beauty. At 80, one can take a long view and have a vivid, lived sense of history not possible at an earlier age. I can imagine, feel in my bones, what a century is like, which I could not do when I was 40 or 60. I do not think of old age as an ever grimmer time that one must somehow endure and make the best of, but as a time of leisure and freedom, freed from the factitious urgencies of earlier days, free to explore whatever I wish, and to bind the thoughts and feelings of a lifetime together."
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4. In the New Yorker, Michael Specter wrote a somewhat frightening piece on the battle over how to treat lymne disease, which is steadily on the rise.

"Many of these patients say that medical officials pay little attention to their persisting symptoms, and that Lyme disease is anything but easy to treat or to cure. They believe that the bacteria can hide in the body for years, potentially causing harm long after treatment ends. This condition, they say, is pernicious, difficult to diagnose, rarely cured, and widely ignored. Moreover, at least four pathogens, in addition to the Lyme bacterium, can be transmitted by the black-legged tick: Anaplasma phagocytophilium, which causes anaplasmosis; Babesia microti, which causes babesiosis; Borrelia miyamotoi, a recently discovered genetic relative of the Lyme spirochete; and Powassan virus. Some of these infections are more dangerous than Lyme, and more than one can infect a person at the same time. Simultaneous infection, scientists suggest, may well enhance the strength of the assault on the immune system, while making the disease itself harder to treat or recognize.

“I am not sure why we act as if we know the answers,” Brian Fallon told me. Fallon, a psychiatrist who has studied the neurological impact of Lyme for years, is the director of the Lyme and Tick-Borne Diseases Research Center, at Columbia University. “The evidence that something more complex is going on is tantalizing and substantial.”
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5. And to end with something completely random (yet interesting) New York Times Magazine published a great interview with Jason Everman, "the rock n'roll casualty who became a war hero" (during the late 1980s, Everman played bass in both Nirvana and Soundgarden before either band became "big").

"In the war, Everman seemed to have found his place. The cloud didn’t go anywhere; it just didn’t matter anymore. As one of his Special Forces colleagues (who is still on active duty and requested that his name not be published) told me: “He would get moody sometimes, but it didn’t interfere with the task at hand. I would rather work with somebody who is quiet than ran their suck constantly.” In Everman’s cabin, I saw medal after medal, including the coveted Combat Infantryman Badge. “Sounds kind of Boy Scouty,” he said. “But it’s actually something cool.” I saw photos of Everman in fatigues on a warship (“an antipiracy operation in Asia”). A shot of Everman with Donald Rumsfeld. Another with Gen. Stanley A. McChrystal. And that’s when it hit me. Jason Everman had finally become a rock star."

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