Warm weather has finally come to Philly, and it’s been glorious. We’re planning to spend the weekend outdoors as much as possible. Morgan’s Pier is open, the water jets are on at Dillworth, and both boys still love floating boats at Sister Cities Park.
These past few weeks have been a really strange time. My boys seem to be oscillating between being my babies, and these old kids with thoughts and opinions and who make their own eggs in the morning. Mike was out of town this week, so both boys were on high Help-Mom Alert, but I was still wildly unprepared when they didn’t need me to read them a bedtime story. They were both curled up in bed, each reading their own book. I stood awkwardly in the doorway, watching. “You guys want me to read…?” my voice trailed off. They were so engrossed, they didn’t even look up. “How about Iggy Peck?” I tried again. This time Raines glanced up. “Oh Mom,” he said, kindly. “Sure. Sure you can read. Whatever book you want.”
So I did read Iggy Peck. But there was no doubt in anyone’s mind: the reading was for me, not them. But they snuggled in just like they always have as I read about the 2nd grade adventures of Mr. Iggy Peck.
I can read more advanced books to them, of course. We finished a Wrinkle in Time recently, and there are more books in that series. We still need to read The Hobbit (they’re so into D&D these days, it’s practically required reading), and I just bought a copy of Brian Selznik’s The Marvels because we loved The Invention of Hugo Cabret so much (both books are great for inspiring bouts of drawing, as well).
But the real reason I read an old favorite picture book? Because they let me. And I’m not sure how much longer that will last.
So yes: we’ll go play outside this weekend, and we’ll go float boats in the tiny man-made river with all of the other little kids. While we still can.
Outfit deets….the Free People tank I’m wearing in the photo above is on sale for $26. I wear mine over a regular (albeit pretty) bra. The jeans are the GRLFND Karolina jeans in petite. If you recall from this jean sizing article, the petite sizes have a wider leg opening than the regular sizes. I’m wearing a 25 in the photo which used to fit very, very tight. They’ve stretched quite a bit and are now perfect (except for the wider legs – they’re more like boyfriend jeans). Just for argument’s sake, I did order a size 24 in the regular GRLFND Karolina jeans, to see if I can get an even better fit with time. What are the limits of denim stretch?? We will see.
Don’t tell me if they’re ugly. I ordered these UGG Australia sandals in tan and the second my feet sank into their pillow-like footbed (gently held in place by the supple, soft leather upper) I was DONE. I’m going to do a whole article about these bad boys, but sizes were selling out so I felt it was necessary to share immediately, in a Public Service Announcement Kind of Way. (Oh good – Amazon has them in all sizes.)
An old hit, revisited. Remember that crochet top I wore to Cuba last year? Julieta found a dead-ringer at Mango. (Thanks, Babe!) And maybe throw this and this in your cart, too. I’m obsessed with everything at Mango right now. (Julieta has #dressingroomselfies coming out soon….)
This never happens. I found denim shortie-shorts that I like as much as my trusty Rag and Bone’s….but they’re under $100. And just long enough to not be denim underwear (not that there’s anything at all wrong with denim underwear). Anyway, they’re BlankNYC’s Astor shorts and you can see them on my IG (@shanachristine). They’re stretchy, so I’m wearing a size 24 for reference.
Asking for a friend. Does anyone know of an amazing, all-natural deodorant that makes the wearer smell like a ripe peach? Or perhaps the scent could be similar to a fresh grapefruit-mint spritzer or even an unspoiled stretch of beach after a rain? Shockingly, I am having trouble finding this product.
Would you take a tour of a slum? My brain is churning after reading National Geographic’s article on Slum Tourism. I was surprised to learn that slum tours are nothing new (they’ve been happening for over a century) but in the past, most were exploitative. Now slum tours are popping up with educational intentions…but it’s tricky. I keep remembering back to our Cuba trip, and how much the kids learned about life outside of their little bubble simply by walking down the non-tourist streets. And I found their takeaway surprising: despite the poverty, all they saw was happiness. It was a good lesson for all of us.
Let’s talk about the scientific method….The NY Times reported that the EPA’s new rule would, in essence, reduce the role science plays in policymaking. At first glance, it sounds like an easy liberal cry to take up. The new rule forbids EPA policy to be based on studies whose underlying data is not publicly available (like health data). But is this such a bad thing? Too many studies (in healthcare and other industries) are coming out with no way to reproduce the results, which makes these findings little more than an interesting idea (and ultimately hurts actual scientific progress). It seems to me like this issue was a good example of where real, much-needed discussion simply devolved into partisan battle cries. C’mon NYT. You can do better. (We love the folks over at Open Science. “Show your work. Share your work. Advance Science.”)