Happy Friday, Friends.
The babies are in bed, and there're two new episodes of Impractical Jokers we've been saving to watch tonight.
So favorites this week:
Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
The Humans of New York IG feed. Especially this one.
Kelly Corrigan's new book, Glitter and Glue. I can't put it down.
The word serendipity. I like to say it with a British accent.
Family Bed making a comeback.
Hitting the beach tonight for the perfect combination of blue sky and crashing waves and low tide and happy kids and God high-fivin' from the clouds.
The boy and the tiny hairs on the back of his head that are teasing me with the possibility of curls.
And Friday. Friday's my favorite.
This week's contributions:
Over at BabyZone, I've collected some of our favorite made-up vocabulary phrases for things parents can understand in Baby Balderdash. Do you know what Ronald McDonald Feet are? Ever accomplished The Italian Job with your kids? You'll know what I'm talkin' about.
And over at eHow, I'm sharing 10 Ways to Get Fab Family Photos With Your Phone --little tips you can start using to create beautiful images using just your phone (and get them off that phone! print them, display them, frame them!)
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Thrifted Sisters returns next week.
Now off to watch inappropriate humor. Happy Friday!
Friday, March 7, 2014
Happy Friday, Friends.
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Last weekend, I headed north to speak at the Syracuse Gigi's Playhouse Gala. As I expected, "speaking engagement" quickly transformed to soul experience, and I put another pin on the map of places I've been that have changed my heart.
There was snow for a little boy who had never seen it (he only liked looking at it from the inside)...
...and the warmest welcome from two friends I made last year at the I Heart Faces Conference. Two years ago, Heather Rodriguez listened to a little voice in her heart that said she could make things happen in the Down syndrome community even though she has no family members with Down syndrome. She got involved with Syracuse Gigi's Playhouse, started taking photos for them, made lasting friendships with many of the families there and joined their board this year. I loved watching her at Gigi's. She hugs and high fives and treats everyone around her the same. And her friends with Down syndrome know it. They know she doesn't water down her hilarious slightly inappropriate jokes for them, and they love her for it.
Jennifer Tonetti-Spellman (dude, her photography!) drove 4.5 hours from the city for a cozy sleepover that served as the perfect prequel to Friday and Saturday night's festivities.
photo courtesy of Jennifer Tonetti-Spellman
Gigi's Playhouse is a series of Down syndrome achievement centers that serve both children and adults and provide educational and therapeutic programs at no charge to families. There are currently 17 Gigi's Playhouse facilities--16 in the United States and an International Center in Mexico.
I walked into the pre-gala party at Gigi's in Syracuse Friday night and was immediately overwhelmed by the support and community present. So many families showed up, both those who had a loved one with Down syndrome and those who volunteer and bring their children to build an inclusive community. And Kayla, the assistant site coordinator who has a part time paid position at Gigi's, blew me away with her professionalism and pride in her job. She gave me a tour, brought me a water, showed me where I could hang my coat, watched Dash while I took pictures and quickly jumped in when I asked permission to post a photo: "Oh, they all signed media photo release forms. You're fine." She casually mentioned that she has Down syndrome and that she also has her driver's permit, and though that fact shouldn't be a big deal, it is to me. I'm only four years into this. "You're very inspiring, Kayla," I told her. "Thank you. I can't wait until you meet my mom and dad," she answered.
This place is building such a supportive community, and the energy that filled those walls Friday night could have illuminated a small country. I watched while parents hugged each other and made themselves at home while kids ran to play in their safe place with both familiar and new friends. I saw Mila jump into the ball pit, watched a buddy help Quinn climb the rock wall and smiled when Ava tucked some dolls in her shirt to nurse her babies just like Nella does. I hugged Carrie who felt like an old friend, and when we realized we share a mutual friend at the NDSS, we took a selfie and texted it to her. "I wish I was there," my friend texted back. I listened as Gigi's enthusiasts told me about all the programs they are running--the tutoring, the yoga, the literacy, the sign language, the dance. It's their very own Field of Dreams. If you build it, they will come.
And the Gigi's Playhouse Gala?
Where there is dancing, there is love.
The love was big. You don't forget nights like that. Dance moves like that. Hugs like that.
(gala photos, courtesy of Heather Rodriguez)
And a little part of what I shared, something I've been meaning to write. A letter to my old self.
Dear Old Me,
You're scared, aren't you? I get it, and it's okay. I know you love her, and you didn't expect that upon kissing those cheeks for the first time, you'd also have to carry the weight that she's going to have a lifetime of challenges. I know you want to take them all away from her, but you can't. This isn't exactly what you had planned, but sooner or later you're going to realize that you can't plan everything, and those unexpected things in life often turn out to be the best things that ever happened.
Forget about what you think you know about Down syndrome and start thinking about what you want to know about Down syndrome. The future that you hope she has. Never lose sight of that. In fact, find other people who have that same future in mind. Join forces with them. Make it happen.
I know you want to run home and shut the doors right now--close yourself off with that baby and pretend the rest of the world doesn't exist. Take your time. But know that the world needs you and your voice, and the world needs Nella and her friends. You're not alone. You're going to meet people soon who will amaze you--people who are building roads where roads have never been. Learn from them. Help them.
And see that ceiling above you? Kick it out. She'll never fly above it if you don't.
You're going to be fine. Nella is going to be fine. And no, it won't always be easy. But what's really easy in life? Certainly not the most beautiful things.
To everyone who is part of this community and a part of this incredible story we all are telling (that means you and you and you)--what a privilege it is to do this with you, to learn from all of you, to be inspired by your drive and your ideas and the way you are loving people and knocking out that ceiling.
And sometimes, a good church "Amen" is how it needs to end.
Thank you, Syracuse, for inspiring me. You've built something amazing.
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Monday, March 3, 2014
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I don't get into Superbowl parties, I couldn't really keep up with the Olympics this year, I haven't seen one episode of House of Cards yet, but the Oscars? Oh, I do the Oscars--celebrating the golden glutes of that svelte little man with a pajama party for nine years now. (2012 Pajama Glama and 2013 when Dash was my itty bitty Oscar date)
It started years ago with me and Heidi, both kidless and starry-eyed for Hollywood glamour, and over the years gradually grew into something more mom-ish. We sit in our pajamas; throw some costume jewelry on for kicks; eat comfort food; root for the two movies we actually had time to watch this year; make lists of the ones we need to see; point out good hair, good hemlines, good Botox, good speeches and let the little girls have fun with us where they can. Click-clack shoes, rhinestones and adorable misspelled lists of the best dresses: "sparcley silver" and "long blue" (Oh, Lupita, Lupita! You so win!).
Our Oscar spread this year:
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We kept it simple--popcorn and itty bitty milk glasses to complement the sweets.
The little girls were most definitely happy.
The rest of the party followed suit for a star-studded evening:
We were honored to have a pregnant Will Ferrell at our party. His baby 'gonna be so cute.
Now to break down the show:
I love everything she does. I like that, unlike many other comedians, she's never mean or disparaging to people for the sake of comedy. I loved the pizza she ordered and the we're-just-regular-folks kind of feeling she brings to the Oscars while still respecting the art and glamour of the tradition. And I liked her sparkly tux.
5. Charlize Theron: Classic and beautiful.
4. Jennifer Lawrence: Red siren. Loved that little structured peplum thing on the hips. Love that she tripped and fell again this year because I'm a tripper and a faller, and she pulls it off so gracefully and brings a refreshing realness to the Oscars. She bridges the gap between beautiful women walking the red carpet and moms sitting in their pajamas watching the red carpet. And she does it so good.
3. Kerry Washington: Pregnant women win. Always. It's the rule. A glowing, flowing wonderful representation of motherhood in all its beauty at the Academy Awards.
2. Amy Adams: My friends said "too simple," but I loved her dress. I thought she looked regal and confident, and I loved the structured details of the dress against its simplicity. Love that she skipped a necklace and a bunch of arm candy for some simple dangle earrings.
1. Lupita Nyong'o It was fresh, it was flowy, it was ethereal, it was sexy. Her dress was like cotton candy but sophisticated. The pleats, the color, the sexy V neckline. Holy, holy.
3. Matthew McConaughey: Probably scripted and memorized to boot but still heartfelt and delivered so well. Loved his recognition of God and heroes.
2. Jared Leto: The way he thanked his mama and all her hard work in being a single mama and teaching her boys to "be creative, work hard and do something special." Boys who love their mamas for the win.
1. Lupita Nyong'o: Her smile. Her poetic words. The way she could barely breathe while she spoke. And I loved: "When I look down at this golden statue, may it remind me and every little child that no matter where you're from, your dreams are valid." And then she swished away in her cotton candy dress.
At one point in the show, Ellen grabbed a bunch of stars and took a selfie. She posted it to Twitter and made a note in the show that she wanted to break the record for most retweeted photo in 24 hours. It happened with over 2.7 million retweets today.
"God, that's kind of sad," I said last night. "We're so celebrity-obsessed, national disasters and inspirational stories can't compete with a photo of a bunch of stars at an award show." Maybe that's true, but I decided to put High Horse back in the stable and take Silver Lining out for a ride. There is something about the movies and Hollywood that draws us in and captivates us. Movies helped keep dreams alive during the Great Depression and continue to provide a safe escape for so many people who are hurting today. And many of this year's nominated films hold important stories--things to make you think. I'm glad we have movies and only hope big stars can use their influence to make good things happen in the world. Ellen's doing mighty fine with that.
With that said, my post-Oscar must-see list: Dallas Buyers Club (like, this week), 12 Years a Slave and American Hustle. And Her for the second time because I loved it that much.
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Finishing pulling some images together from this past weekend. I can't wait to share more about our time in Syracuse.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Thank you for all of your insightful comments and e-mails on the Can't Also Crisis post. I nodded my head to so many of them. Y'all, we're not alone.
I love this E.B. White quote a reader left: "I get up every morning determined to both change the world and have one hell of a good time. Sometimes this makes planning my day difficult." Preach it, glory, mmm-hmmm, E.B.!
I wrote a lot some other places this week, so a just a few things that we're enjoying:
Rainbow produce meets impish smile.
Bears on bums.
Little toes on messy floors.
Lee Marie sailboat overalls
A strong stand-alone tulip. ("I am a lone reed.")
And my favorite...Olympic memories relived. I used to do it too--sit mesmerized by the women's skating short program, don leotards and dress-up skirts to recreate triple axels and double toe loops in the living room arena, fashion medals out of yarn and felt (we used to use tin foil over cardboard circles), excitedly ask "What's my score?" after twirling and gliding with socks on tile. Kind of sad it's over now.
And finally, I feel the world needs to know about the dried mangos I tried last week--I think I got the Sunsweet brand. They're lightly dusted with powdered sugar, and they'll blow your mind. I ate an entire bag, returned the following day for another bag and then called my sister and demanded she try them: "I know I've told you to try stuff before, but this is different. I'm serious, I'm going to ask you in a week if you tried them yet and if you say no, I'm gonna be pissed." It's not often I flip out over snacks. So there. Consider yourself informed.
I'm at BabyZone talking about what makes parenting hard for me and how I deal: Facing My Six Hardest Parenting Challenges. Like balancing priorities, worrying, and letting go (on letting go: "I have a very loud tweet. I have no doubt my little birds can hear me singing from the nest while they're out soaring.").
And, want to talk to your kids about Down syndrome but aren't sure what to say? I'm at eHow with: How to Talk to Your Kids About Special Needs.
Happy night, you beautifully complicated folks.
Monday, February 24, 2014
The "Can't Also" Crisis and Sorting Out Identity Issues at 35 Years Old: also known as A Great Many Things, Part 2
When I was fifteen years old, my then stepdad reprimanded me once for listening to Kenny G. My stepdad was a kind man and was only following the trends of our church, but even so, I was pissed. “It’s too worldly” was his case, perhaps justified by the fact that Peabo Bryson had to pop in to the Breathless album and sin up a perfectly good instrumental song with the lusty lyrics “Let’s take a slow and easy ride, just lay back and let love take us over.”
But still—Kenny G, worldly?! He’s like Jesus with a saxophone—a wholesome alternative to the lasciviousness other kids my age were listening to. And yes, we casually used that word to describe Top 40 Hits.
The Kenny G Kibosh left me with Steve Green, Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir—my mom’s favorite—and Amy Grant, but only the El Shaddai years before she slid over to The Other Side. The bottom line was Girls Who Love God can’t also love secular music.
So begins the Can’t Also Crisis.
Also known as: Why I Struggle with Identity Issues at 35.
It’s not just Faith vs. Sexy Tunes. It’s Everything. I often pigeonhole myself into categories, as if a woman who wants to change the world can’t also love cute shoes. Or a mom who sings of the joys of holding a sleeping baby can’t also want to learn more about business. Or an advocate for a cause of great importance can’t also advocate for a cause of little importance like wearing lipstick or buying art or making crafts.
This little crisis has followed me my entire life, so much that when the Spice Girls hit stardom, I actually stressed out about who I would want to be if I had to be a spice. I loved Posh’s style, but some days you just need tennis shoes, you know? Sporty Spice is fun. And Baby Spice? I love babies! And then there’s the bold, can’t-mess-with-me badassness of Scary Spice. I wanted to be them all. Which probably explains why I love Allspice so much—Mmmm. Hot wassail. I digress.
Who said Posh can’t also be Sporty? We intersect areas of interest in a million different ways all the time, and that’s fantastic. We certainly don’t have to be everything (and trying to be is a whole ‘nother story), but if we want to explore a little bit of everything, that’s okay.
So why in my mind, even after thinking and writing about this so many times, do I still treat my loves and areas of interest like people who can’t let their food touch on a plate? Motherhood and business and fashion and faith and family and world-changing and creativity and community awareness and activism and advocacy and home decorating and politics and having fun should all be able to be cooked up in a tasty casserole that isn’t nitpicked by my own need to compartmentalize all these passions that a woman might have.
I think a little bit of analysis is good—it makes us contemplate our beliefs and ascribe some accountability to our choices. My sister and I recently got into a discussion about the ways we teach and model to our children what we believe about beauty. “I teach my kids that what’s most important is inward beauty—that it doesn’t matter what they look like on the outside, and yet,” I argued, “I went to the MAC store twice this week because I’m hung up on the fact that the orange tones in the red lipstick I just bought make my teeth look yellow.”
Maybe it has nothing to do with what I think and more to do with what other people think because, listen—I care what other people think. I just do, even though I’m learning not to so much. Trained as a child in the religious world to analyze and reanalyze every action and thought to make sure every dot connected and lined up perfectly to God, I find myself still struggling to painstakingly find equilibrium with every choice I make today. Make sure everything adds up, aligns, checks out with what you believe. It’s like I’m looking for errors and contradictions in my own life, and there’s a word for people who do that in other people’s lives: Assholes. I’m being an asshole to my own self, and I need to quit.
Do I live in a way that contradicts what I preach? Maybe in some ways I do, and that's okay. Everything doesn't have to line up perfectly. Things will align eventually.
I started reading How to Live late last year (haven’t finished it; it’s a slow but good read), a biography on the essayist, Montaigne. On page seven, I highlighted in yellow crayon (because I couldn’t find a marker) this paragraph about contradiction that resonated deeply with me:
“Mantaigne lets his material pour out, and never worries if he has said one thing on one page and the opposite overleaf, or even in the next sentence. He could have taken as his motto Walt Whitman’s lines:
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes)
…Even when his thoughts are most irrational and dreamlike, his writing follows them. “I cannot keep my subject still,” he says. “It goes along befuddled and staggering, with a natural drunkenness.” Anyone is free to go with him as far as seems desirable, and let him meander off by himself if it doesn’t…(and here’s the clincher)…sooner or later, your paths will cross again.” (Sarah Bakewell)
I’ve come back to that phrase—“sooner or later, your paths will cross again”—so many times. Shielding, defending, purposely preventing natural human contradictions just to make sure our identity lines up perfectly outwardly is exhausting and, frankly, a waste of energy that could be poured into our loves of life. When we truly let go and love what we love, without worrying if all of those loves line up, the contradictions will eventually cancel each other out, and our paths will cross again.
“Stop worrying about your identity and concern yourself with the people you care about, ideas that matter to you, beliefs you can stand by, tickets you can run on. Intelligent humans make those choices with their brain and hearts and they make them alone. The world does not deliver meaning to you. You have to make it meaningful…and decide what you want and need and must do. It’s a tough, unimaginably lonely and complicated way to be in the world. But that’s the deal: you have to live; you can’t live by slogans, dead ideas, clichés, or national flags. Finding an identity is easy. It’s the easy way out." -Zadie Smith, On Beauty
If I’m normally inclined to keep the food on my plate separated, then this weekend I made one helluva casserole with all that I love. Amid Googling “mint green loafers,” searching for a DJ for the Naples Buddy Walk this year and swaying my baby to sleep under the moon in a precious motherhood moment, I discovered Makers.com, a collection of powerful women’s stories where female clothing designers, global activists, youth empowerment organizers, authors, CEOs, educators, entrepreneurs, architects, comedians, actresses, musicians, athletes and scientists are all recognized in one place for making an impact—for affecting the female human race. Talk about Kenny G meeting Jesus. All of these areas of interest that I normally exhaust myself in trying to connect the dots to dissolve contradictions? They’re having an Empowerment Potluck together, and I’m only invited when I let go of my shit.
Here’s the thing: when you stop trying so goddamn hard to make the dots connect, they’ll connect.
Be who you are. Love what you love.
As my friend Wylie said just today: “When you’re not being who you really are because you’re trying to make sure you’re being real, then you’re denying who you are—that, in turn, is phony.”
Don’t try to be good; be good. Don’t try to impact the world; impact the world. Don't try to connect the dots or dissolve the contradictions or explain what it is you love and why. Just do your thing. Be your good. Love your loves. The dots will connect, and a beautiful picture you'll create.
As I started writing this post this morning, I checked into Instagram and landed upon this update from an international blogger I follow, @soynuriaperez--a redeeming confirmation that social media, when assembled appropriately and even when luring you away from what you need to be doing at the present, can hold truth and beauty and exactly what you need to hear:
“The simplicity that you obtain as a result of controlling your complexity is most satisfying.” Steve Jobs
How do we control that complexity? All those loves, those interests, those contradictions? We stop trying to control them. We invite them all to a party and trust that they'll get along with each other and find connections naturally, without our micromanaging.
"Fashion, meet Faith. I think you two might find something in common. Motherhood, meet Wants to Change the World. You two are totally going to hit it off."
Play Pharrell's "Happy" because that will get everybody dancing.
Order a glass of wine--just one--and sip it slowly.
Stand back. Quietly take it in.
Don't freak out if not everyone is choosing to act crazy on the dance floor.
Let all those people, all those areas, all those loves, all those parts of you come alive on their own time, in their own way.
A charismatic dancer can also sit quietly and watch from the sidelines.
A nurturing mother can also know all the words and moves to "Ice, Ice Baby."
A humble thinker can also take silly selfies.
An analytical CPA can also dance barefoot in a puddle.
A world traveler can also burrow into the safe comforts of home.
A critical scientist can also write deep, reflective poems.
A woman can read and discuss Newsweek and also The New Yorker, Marie Claire, Christianity Today and Scrapbooks, Etc.
Embrace it all.
My dad reminded me tonight, "Do you realize you just defended your right to use a swear word in a blog post in the same conversation that you told me you cried when you heard a preschool class sing Jesus Loves Me?"
You're right, Dad.
I am a great many things, and I'm proud of it.
I cry when I stare at my sleeping kids--I can't believe they belong to me, and the quiet moments when I get to watch them breathe and contemplate their every smile, how they need me, how they've changed our lives--it overwhelms me.
I swear like a sailor and censor it all for this blog.
I believe in God, and communicating with him and connecting myself to his purpose is an important part of my life.
Sometimes, I question if God exists.
I believe strongly in owning your voice and making a meaningful impact in the world with what you have to offer.
I often feel vulnerable and unworthy of making an impact.
I am passionate about changing people's views on disabilities and making the world a more accepting place for marginalized individuals.
I read fashion magazines and stress out when my toe nail polish gets chippy.
I love classical music.
I love techno music.
I love ballet.
I love dirty dancing.
I care about the environment.
I use a lot of paper towel.
I respect Buddhist faith and Jewish faith and Muslim faith and Christianity.
I love my atheist friends.
I dream of living on a quiet prairie,watching my children run in fields of wildflowers,smiling in the hot sun.
I dream of living in the big city, hosting parties, visiting museums, hailing cabs to our next big adventure.
I want to help people, connect with people, make the sad feel loved.
I like to buy stuff.
I like to make stuff.
I like to give stuff away.
Sometimes I feel so pissed off, I could knock walls down with my anger.
Sometimes I feel so weak and weepy, I could crumble if you looked at me funny.
Sometimes I feel so strong, I'll say whatever I think and not give a shit whether anyone agrees or not.
But all the time, I am complicated--maybe even contradictory.
Ladies--all the Ladies, let me hear you say: We are a great many things.
Come back Wednesday when I'll teach you how to turn a stiletto heel into a Bible cover that doubles as a diaper bag and a drink flask.
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Behold, a little project that combines being with your kids, photography and rainbows. A Holy Trifecta.
I've been wanting to do something photography-related with Lainey for a while now--some fun project that we could do together where she could start learning some basic lessons of photography like cropping, zooming in and angles, but mostly something that would encourage her to enjoy the true rewards of taking pictures--looking for light, framing colors, smiling with satisfaction when the picture you take captures that beautiful something you saw before you framed it.
We started a photo challenge last weekend with the simple goal of capturing rainbows. I told her I'd keep her camera in my purse and for the next several days, we'd together keep our eyes peeled for scenes that held rainbows--multi-colored beauty. Whenever she saw a good rainbow, she asked for her camera. We'd each try and take photos of different things and would combine our results to make a collage. (You could easily do this with a phone camera too)
You know how much fun this was? Way fun.
She turned into a rainbow detective--upholding the family legacy.
We combined her rainbows...
...with my rainbows...
...added some inexpensive frames and canvases (4x4 canvases for hers, 4x6 frames and one thick block 5x7 canvas for mine--small wooden blocks hot glued to give a raised 3-D look)...
And the result? A small wall collage and a little girl who came home from school today to find the finished project. I heard her literally catch her breath and watched her smile the proudest, sweetest grin.
"It's a Mommy/Lainey gallery," I told her. "You're a real photographer."
"Can we do things that are blue next?" she asked.
We're going to go through every color in the book.
Teaching your kids something you love to do is so rewarding. To more of this.