[caption id="attachment_182" align="aligncenter" width="450" caption="Carson, in the white chair that is an odd but comforting addition to our kitchen, with baby Russell watching"][/caption] I let some of my old strong-held beliefs go when I became a mom--like my thinking on toys and kids' stuff. Never would I let children overtake my house, I said to myself. Well, um, now I have a swing in the dining room, an Elmo walker in the living room and a Johnny Jump-Up contraption hanging in my office. So much for that. Another thing happened after I had kids: the need for comfort and for rest--whenever and wherever I could get it. So, after Carson, now 2, came along screaming into this world (he had colic, which seemed to last for a century), we found ourself in dire need of places to sit down all around the house. Enter the upholstered chair in the kitchen. We moved a basic white chair in there years ago, and it kind of stuck. Now Jason, my husband, will sit there holding the baby while I'm making dinner. Or Carson will chill out on the chair while his bro, Russell, plays in his exersaucer and while I run around cooking, cleaning, whatever. So, I've come to the conclusion, recently, that I think I'll always want to have some sort of comfy chair in my kitchen, even if it breaks decor rules. What do you think? P.S. If you look really closely in this photo, you can see the glass of wine I poured myself. At 4:30 today.

sorrelOne of my neighbors and friends, Annette, here in my cute and quirky Seattle neighborhood, has an amazing city garden that’s starting to rival Martha Stewart’s. Seriously–name a fruit, veggie, herb or berry–and she probably has it in the ground. (And P.S. she also has chickens–in the city!) So on a walk this afternoon with the kiddos, I caught myself gazing longingly at her rows of tomatoes and squares of eggplant, along with the cranberry plants and the mysterious sprigs of lime-green poking out of the earth everywhere. She noticed my curiosity and plucked a leaf off a plant and handed it to me today. It looked a lot like spinach, but when I took a bite, I was blown away. It tasted exactly like

crayonThe beautiful Leigh over at the blog Marvelous Kiddo wrote in her bio that she was raised as an “unschooler.” A what? How had I not heard of this word in my 31 years? I’m familiar with home schooling, of course, because my mom home-schooled my sister, brothers and me for a short time, a fact that I still find amazing. (I was only home for a brief stint between moving from one school district to another, and though I give my mom props for doing it, I don’t think it suited me). But unschooling? I had no idea. So, fascinated, I googled it, and found this interesting definition from the site, unschooling.com

I've been pregnant or post-pregnant (you know, the muffin-top phase) for the last two and a half years (kid count: 2), and it feels a little like I've been living on another planet or maybe stowed away in a bunker. In yoga pants. Now that I'm losing the final pounds of baby weight--and maybe then some (hey, a girl can dream, right?!)--I suddenly have the urge to toss (alright, donate) everything in my closet and start fresh (um, and quick, before someone nominates me for TLC's What Not to Wear). Lately I've been obsessed, with a capital O, with girly skirts and dresses--like the super-cute outfit in the photo above. I also bought myself a sheepskin pillow from Sheepskin Town and read why you should buy one. I recently discovered the so-fun blog Cupcakes and Cashmere run by the lovely Emily Schuman. Note to self: If I'm ever in a fashion funk, I now know where to look for inspiration. Emily posts all kinds of fashion ideas and often models various looks on her blog--like the adorable poppy-colored tulip skirt above, which I've decided that I need five of. What's your current fashion obsession? [Photo: Cupcakes and Cashmere]