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As much as everyone is all into Greek yogurt these days, I have to admit- it grosses me out. Yogurt in general, unless of the frozen variety, makes me cringe. I wish I liked it, but I just don’t.  Something about the texture…

I do, however, LOVE the new Dial Greek Yogurt Body Wash that I happened to discover by chance at the bottom of the bag o’ swag from the recent Cosmetic Executive Beauty Awards Product Demo (more on that another time, because I do need to fill you all in on what equates to a beauty-industry-high-school-reunion-meets-Oscars-voting-meets-Sephora-plus-CVS-on-speed event).

Dial is one of those brands that really has not been on my radar in years (0r dare date myself and say, decades?)- and to be honest, with this packaging and the quality of the product inside, I actually thought it was another drugstore brand that also starts with a “D” for the first 2 weeks I was using it, until I decided to write about it and took a closer look in an effort to craft this very post.

The whipped texture is definitely yogurt-y, but in this case (and ONLY in this case), I appreciate it. Why? Because the viscosity allows time to really work the formula onto your skin. You know how some body washes are so light that one drop of water from your shower sends the product flying down the drain before you get the chance to reap it’s benefits? Yeah, that annoys me. Dial Greek Yogurt Body Wash doesn’t do that. At all. Which is a very good thing because trust me, the Vanilla Honey scent is so yummy (note: in general, the word yummy also makes me cringe but in this case, it feels like the perfect descriptor) you want to relish in it for a few extra seconds, and your skin will be healthier and more hydrated for it. 

Cough up a few bucks and buy yourself a bottle. It is a significantly more useful drugstore impulse buy then, say, one of those giant eyed Beanie Babies or a package of Peeps. 




 (Well, actually, this photo was taken by Ana Schechter when Goldie was one month but it was so damn cute and perfect for the post title, I couldn’t resist using it. Doesn’t she look like she is talking to us, saying something along the lines of- in the voice Fred Armisen used as Joy Behar on SNL- “I’m a baby. So what, who cares?”)

Two months down, a lifetime to go. While yes, I am still holding on to our amazing baby nurse (although I did actually enjoy- and feel quite accomplished after- the week I took care of all things Goldie myself and look forward to doing it again next week), the more this little lady opens her eyes wide and smiles, the more I am craving her company. I am not a baby person- and I know people always say “When it’s your baby it will be different” but, it isn’t that different. I am still not a baby person. I love her, but I am not that person that gets a warm feeling inside holding a baby all day long. I have many friends that do though, which is great for me and I plan on fully taking advantage of that starting next week when the weather is warmer and she has all her shots and we can take her out and about with us to observe our crazy suburban shenanigans…

The difference between baby 1 and baby 2 is astronomical. I mean, the babies themselves aren’t that different, but our family certainly is. When Alexa arrived into this world, we were so freaked out and every second of every day revolved around her- was she entertained, was she learning something new, was she eating enough, was she getting outside enough, was she going to cry if we took her to a restaurant and if there was even a 1% chance she was, then no point in leaving the house anyway, etc. With Goldie, I am significantly more laid back- which I figure is pretty normal in the second child situation, right? I don’t have the time or the energy to obsess over things- and while much of me feels guilty that we have only a handful of photos and I had to make up some of the answers on the pediatrician’s questionnaire because I didn’t know for sure if she makes cooing noises “sometimes” or “often” and couldn’t remember exactly when she stopped clenching her hands into fists, part of me feels fairly confident that this lack of helicoptering (I think that is the “parenting” term”) will result in a more relaxed, easy going little girl. 

If we can have at least one chill person under our roof, it will be a vast improvement over our current state of 4 hyperactive control freaks (I include our dog Norman in this- sure he walks on four legs and is adopted but his personality, errr, pupsonality, is clearly shaped by Brian and me) in the house. 

Goldie girl- you are our great chill hope. No pressure, but…we’re counting on you. 



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I was feeling good. I had just completed a great workout in my basement and planned a healthy dinner, and just a few hours earlier had successfully blown dry Alexa’s hair post-swim lesson. (Huge accomplishment, btw. Especially with no WiFi in the YMCA locker room to distract her with Netflix during the process.) Goldie was awake but chill, and Alexa had a great, cheerful disposition for the entire day.

So I decided to go all “super mom” and told Alexa that Goldie and I would put her to bed together tonight, pitching it as a special treat, as opposed to an actual glimpse our new reality given that the occasion of me being the sole adult in the house at bedtime is one that will surely happen many times. Lex was overjoyed, and the three of us scrambled upstairs, full of excitement and optimism.  Disclosure: Our wonderful nanny was home at the time and more than happy to help, but I told her to go on up to bed, “I got this.” Famous last words.

The toothbrushing portion of the evening went off without a hitch. I was able to balance the baby on one hip while brushing my own teeth alongside Alexa, just like we do every night. Normalcy maintained.  Then I sat Goldie in her most beloved throne while Alexa and I did our nightly musical medley sing-off to her favorite songs from “Annie” (the original, people- not that new fangled one- I am a musical theater purist). Next up, story time. Lex insisted on the longest book on her shelf, “Fancy Nancy and the Fabulous Fashion Boutique.” Of course since this is also one she knows by heart, skipping pages was not an option. We cozy up on her bed, crack open the book, and Goldie starts howling. Blood curdling, hardcore screams. 

My heart starts racing and I can hear my voice become more agitated by the second. I contort my body so I can read the book and use the side of my boob to keep Goldie’s pacifier securely in her mouth for the duration. We finished the book, I tucked Alexa in, and then came the 5 minutes that I have been stressed out about dealing with since I found out I was pregnant. Yep, sad but true. Every night since she was in her big girl bed, Alexa has asked that whoever puts her to bed stays for “5 minutes” while she dozes off. Since in the grand scheme of preschooler bedtime routines this is a small ask, we have always obliged. 

“Mommy, stay for 5 minutes.”

“Okay Alexa, I will. Good night, love you.” I sit down on her floor by the door as per always, bouncing Goldie and doing my best to keep the pacifier in her mouth until we can sneak out. No such luck. She spits it out and reprises her chorus of screams. 

“Mommy! Baby is too loud, I can’t sleep.”

“Alexa, baby is a baby and she is going to cry sometimes. I can’t get her to stop so I am going to bring her downstairs and, since you are such a big girl, you can go to sleep all by yourself tonight, and if you need me, I am just downstairs, you can call for me.”

“NOOOOOOO! Mommy! Just drop baby.” (I think she seriously meant for me to drop her from the landing on the second floor outside of Alexa’s room into the foyer below where we wouldn’t hear her as loudly.)

“Um, Alexa, I can’t just drop your sister. You are the big girl here and I know you can go to sleep without me staying for 5 minutes. Goodnight, love you.” I walk out of the room, and now Alexa’s screams harmonize in the most un-musical way with Goldie’s. 

I start to sweat profusely, knowing that once Alexa starts melting down the entire bedtime routine is null and void and I am going to have a long hour or two ahead of me repenting and restarting. I can hear the shower going up in the nanny’s room- my backup plan is shot. I run from one end of the hallway calling up for help to the other end reassuring Alexa she can go to bed all by herself- back and forth for about 5 minutes until I hear the most beautiful sound of the evening: “Jenn, do you need some help down there? I can take the baby.” 

In that moment, I question if it is a total cop out to ditch my heroic bedtime plan- then I hear Alexa start to emerge from her bedroom and I realize- SCREW IT. I can be a hero another night. I practically toss Goldie into our nanny’s arms and scramble back to Alexa, silently praying that I can talk her off the ledge and get her to go back to bed without an episode of “My Little Pony” and a popsicle (or three.)

Fifteen minutes later, Alexa is sleeping soundly in her bed (mind you, this is after she told me “today was the baddest day ever, mommy!” when it was anything but!), Goldie is passed out, and while I didn’t earn my “Put One Kid To Bed While Holding The Other In My Arms” wings, I did try, and that has to count for something (?). 

Oh well, there’s always tonight…

(And yes, I realize there is nothing truly heroic about putting a four year old to bed while holding a newborn and millions of women across the world do this every single night without any help at all and while they don’t think it is a walk in the park, they don’t think they deserve a medal for it. I am in on the joke that is my sometimes feeble, but always well-intentioned, attempt at this next iteration of my mom journey. And to the women out there who do this night after night with grace and patience, let me just say this: You deserve a medal. And a strong cocktail.)


 You GUYS. The baby stuff you can find on Etsy? Insane! When Alexa was born, Etsy wasn’t as much of a thing. I mean, it was a “thing”, but whoa, has it come a long way. I feel like the things I used to find on there in 2011 were super “arts and crafts”-y, if that makes sense? Now, I am up until all hours every night filling my shopping cart like, um, a parent who doesn’t already have drawers full of hand me down finds from my first kid (and my friends’ well-dressed baby girls) waiting to be used. I swore up and down I wasn’t gonna buy a bunch of new clothes for Goldie- instead opting to mentally siphon my “baby fashion” budget into the “baby nurse” column. But seriously- check these shops out and just TRY to tell me you could resist?

1- Kennedy’s Collection: Choose your font and color combo and customize any assortment of this shop’s adorable hats, swaddle blankets, dresses and leggings. I discovered it too late to do this for myself but, if you still have a month or so before your due date, how amazing would it be to get a hat made with baby’s name on it  for that ubiquitous newborn Facebook photo that we all post from the hospital to announce baby’s birth and, most exciting obviously, his or her name?!

2- Lulu & Roo: There is just something about a little kid in a sweatsuit that kills me every time. This shop has slouchy cool sweatpants, yes, but also not-even-the-slightest-bit-cheesy sweatshirts and sweat shorts (yes, you read that right, sweat shorts) in grey, pink, mint and peach hues. 

3- Pink Posies Shop:  Boho-chic newborn moccasins with their names stamped onto the soles? Yes please.

4- Lulu & Roo: Clearly I love this shop so much I had to post about it twice. Gold liquid leggings are one of those items best worn (ahem, ONLY worn) by kids of a certain age. I would say that 3 months to 8 years is probably the sweet spot for this style- so go for it while you can, right? Right. 

5- Haute Bellies: This shop has dozens of glittering gold tees and onesies that can be customized for everything from everyday wear to monthly milestones and big birthdays. I mean, my kid’s name is Goldie so stocking up on this is kind of a given. 

6- AnchoreDeep: Pretty  much every single thing in this shop is something I wish I was cool enough to wear now. Baby harem pants and rompers in cool prints and camo, cozy hoodies featuring the phrase we all utter on the reg (“Stay This Little”), and just-the-right-size knotted head bands wraps that are the perfect anti-dote to those  pink and purple oversized flower ones that used to be a girl’s only option.

Do you have a favorite Etsy shop for pint-sized fashions that I may have missed? Please share!


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