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Have Fun (Whether You Like It or Not)

Picture this: it’s New Year’s Day. You are successfully not hungover after hosting a combo birthday party (in case you didn’t see me getting all misty-eyed, Cian turned four this weekend. I KNOW.) slash New Year’s Eve shindig at your house that went approximately nine hours long. You’ve spent the morning writing a list of resolutions and goals that might be a bit too ambitious (three pages too ambitious, to tell you the truth). You’ve spent the day teaching your girls how to blow bubbles with gum and hanging out with your son and now, you, my dear friend, have ventured out to a little wilderness trail with your family and dog.* “Let’s go on a fun walk with Riley!” you’d told the family, and you smiled the entire forty minutes it took everyone to find their gloves (or “glubs,” as our favorite four-year-old calls them. I KNOW.). And you do: the sun in shining, and the dog is actually not losing her shit over being someplace new, and everyone’s happily trudging along. Everyone, that…

I Hate it When the Kids Know Better than I Do

It was so cold last night–well, cold for our crew, anyway. The temperature hovered around 50, with that oh-so persistent fall wind that cuts right through you, straight to the bone, making you wonder how the end of October got here so quickly. Saoirse and David left for her basketball practice at 4:45, after a ridiculously early dinner, and the littles asked to go outside to play. I said yes, of course, because when your kids actually want to play outside, in the wild, you certainly don’t tell them to sit down and watch some TV instead. (Right?) But it was cold out. With that wind? Brrr. But they played for almost two hours. They played until the sun disappeared behind the trees and the clouds turned pink and gold and blue in the sunset. They played until their noses were red and fingers were shivering. They were laughing. Laughing almost the whole time, and they were the only kids outside in the neighborhood because did I mention that it was cold?  I want to start running again, and have, a little bit, and by a little bit, I mean I went out for…

Because in My Family, Yoga is the New Kickboxing

After years of taking classes here and there and eventually acknowledging that I don’t know my asana from a hole in the ground, something strange has happened: I actually caught the yoga bug, thanks to an online recommendation to try Yoga with Adriene (she’s just the coolest and most laidbackest, I swear) which I can’t believe I’m admitting, because when does somebody as angsty as I am fall in love with yoga, let alone YouTube yoga? And yet. There’re seems to be something to all this quiet strength, mind-and-body mumbo jumbo all these yogi people keep crowing (ha! Get it?! Crow! Because it’s a pose!) about. I really hate it when I’m wrong. But here’s the thing: when you exercise at home, or really, when you have a toddler and a dog who follow you around the house wherever you go, “time on the mat” means more wrestling than stretching. The three-year-old army-crawls under you during downward dog. The actual dog curls up to take a nap on one end of the mat while you hold mountain…