Six Year Itch

I came across this article today and it touched a nerve, largely because this is a topic I've been wrestling with a great deal lately.  I'd love to hear some reader feedback on it, honestly...this blog has been around for six years now and it continues to evolve, and in recent months I've really grappled with the fine line between sharing myself and sharing my children in a public forum. They never asked for this. When I started Less on the Floor in 2010, it was a blog about food.  Baby and toddler food, specifically, and the experience of interacting with my then-two-year-old son ... [READ MORE]

Love is a Battlefield

Babygirl does not want your help. She does not want your help with her zipper.  She does not want your help pouring the milk.  She didn't ask for your opinion about whether those shoes are appropriate for school.  And she sure as hell doesn't want you brushing out the nest that is her hair in the morning. She wants many things: hugs, treats, your undivided attention at all times and it doesn't count if you're not watching me with both your eyeballs.  But if it's help you're peddling, you'd best move along, because she's not interested. Like right now, for example: I'm typing, and ... [READ MORE]

Lunch Lady Land

  A smattering of new lunchbox containers (yay!) featuring the Shark Chase, Pop of Color, and Rockstar Custom Name Labels from Minted. I remember exactly the first time LittleMan read me a book.  We had bought a compilation of Level One stories based on Pixar movies, and this particular story was about opposites: The horse is fast.  Merida is happy.  The bear is mad.  The wall is high.   LittleMan was in Kindergarten and we sat on the couch and he read me these ten pages or so and afterwards I flipped through the book alone and wept with pride and amazement that he had cracked ... [READ MORE]

Happy Happy Joy Joy…Tears

Me, roughly 11 months pregnant with Babygirl, entertaining LittleMan at his 3rd birthday party.  Note how much fun we appear to be having (I think my husband was still looking for a parking place).  Also: that playground looks like a prison.  Also: San Francisco in August. The last week of August is a doozy in our house.  One wedding anniversary (my husband's and mine), one Babygirl birthday, and one LittleMan birthday: all rolled up in a ten-day extravaganza of cake, wine, presents, presents, a few more presents, perhaps a brownie or two, anticipatory sleeplessness, and joy.  And a martini. ... [READ MORE]

Recipe Roundup No. 9: Five Great Bean Dishes

I just did the First Official Back-to-School Grocery Run and damn, it was a shop for the ages. Backup peanut butter!  A pound of deli turkey!  Chicken breast tenders for quicker cooking on busy afternoons!  Hand sanitizer!  Pencils!  Scissors!  ALL the Kleenex!  Ketchup ketchup ketchup!  Martini olives (which are LittleMan's preferred lunchbox "fruit", heaven help me)! And another jar of martini olives!  For martinis! As has been well-documented here, we are home-cooking people.  On the average day we prepare breakfast for three, two lunch boxes (for the kids) and a snack/provisions ... [READ MORE]

Wednesday Wishlist: Nest Studio Stylin’ Mama

In lieu of a dedicated Wednesday Wishlist post this week, I humbly direct your attention to my friend Jess Davis' lifestyle blog (and amazing home design site), Nest Studio.  As some of you may recall, I used to write for Nest Studio on a fairly regular basis, but then I...stopped, actually.  That was last year, which will officially go down in history as the year I said yes to everything and got myself more overextended than any sane human should.  (Hence this year, when I've said no to everything and spend most days happily holed up at home, writing.  Whee!) But now that I'm writing ... [READ MORE]

All the Women

I am surrounded by incredible women. My friends, my friends.  They are in their early 20s and #fierce; they are approaching 40 and full of grace; they are in their mid-60s, preternaturally energetic and endlessly patient.  They are single and married, raising children or choosing a different definition of family, straight and gay.  They are athletes and artists, executives and teachers, therapists, stay-home moms, entrepreneurs.  They live in tiny urban apartments or sprawling suburban homes.  I feel sometimes like I live at the nexus of this beautiful, shining web of women who have come ... [READ MORE]