Christmas Cards + Friday Snacks {11.14.14}

November 14, 2014

FINAL

Friday Snacks

Five Links To Read

Time Lost And Found + The Worst Time Kris Jenner Taught Me To Make Pumpkin BreadWhy I Can’t Talk To Anne Lamott + 27 Breathtaking Adoption Photos + Our Mommy Problem

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One Thing To Love

These Christmas Cards

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I have a habit of buying Christmas cards too late. Multiple years I have found myself at a Barnes & Nobles at 5pm, on Christmas Eve, buying three leftover boxes of cards nobody wanted. They always feature “light glitter.” They are always disappointing.

But not this year! This year the cards are in my hands before Thanksgiving, which deserves some sort of decorative plaque. We even took the dreaded Christmas Photo. Is it just me or is taking family photos like a knife to the eye? Three separate tries and 967 pictures later, here we are! All smiling and generally looking at the camera’s direction thanks to bribes and then more bribes.

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Minted is where it’s at when it comes to holiday cards. We’ve talked about them before, but I’m talking about them again to offer 10% Off + Free Shipping through 11/21 with the code KBAER10FS.

Check it off the list and pass the spiked cranberry juice. We’re going to relax this Christmas Eve.

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One Truth For The Week

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“It doesn’t make sense to call ourselves ugly, because we don’t really see ourselves. We don’t watch ourselves sleeping in bed, curled up and silent with chests rising and falling with our own rhythm. We don’t see ourselves reading a book, eyes fluttering and glowing. You don’t see yourself looking at someone with love and care inside your heart. There’s no mirror in your way when you’re laughing and smiling and happiness is leaking out of you. You would know exactly how bright and beautiful you are if you saw yourself in the moments where you are truly yourself.”  { via }

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Happy Friday

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Thank you to everyone who shared Internet gems. You make Fridays better.

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My Pap unexpectedly went to be with Jesus two nights ago. He leaves behind a wife, a son (my dad), two daughters, and grandchildren who loved him very much. Praying for peace and comfort as we say goodbye to a wonderful man. His light shone bright. He will be missed.

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Help

November 10, 2014

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No one in this room knows I’m a mother. Or a wife. I was so much smaller when we got married that my wedding ring doesn’t fit anymore. So I sit here in this coffee shop with my enormous 99-cent headphones like the nerd of the year and am anyone.

Just a girl, standing in front of a laptop, asking it to love her.

A few weeks ago I wrote an essay about wanting more out of life, which was really just me using seven paragraphs to say I need help with childcare.

Why is it so hard to ask for help? The words get stuck in my throat like a dinner roll I’ve inhaled without a glass of water and I’m left dry and weary. Mom pro tip: Ask for help and you will no longer need to slam cupboard doors to get your (secret) “point” across. The speeches I’ve rehearsed during angry cleaning are such a waste. I could have been listening to a podcast.

Before I had my first baby, a wise woman told me that “if this is going to work” I was going to need to ask for the exact help I need. Nothing more, nothing less. If the help is there, be thankful. If it falls though, at least you said it out loud. She said, “You will never get the support you didn’t ask for.”

It is so easy to give that advice. I don’t know how many times I’ve said, “If you want the cake, ask for the cake.” But encouraging someone else to be assertive, brave, and strong is a lot easier than living those adjectives out yourself. How quickly we play the victim.

Lucky for me, I didn’t marry a misogynistic narcissist. Austin is great (a feminist narcissist). It is my own issue; my own self-doubt and self-loathing and tendency to under commit. We live in a world with so much creative work at our fingertips that it is easy to be lazy. It is easy to leave our imaginations and originality behind with our Pinterest pins and the excuse that it’s already been done.

It is easy to feel insignificant.

The good news is that humans have been feeling like boring shmucks since Eve got tired of hanging out with Adam. There is always something to be said, to be created, to do. Asking for help to do it is simply one step in a series of a million steps. We are our greatest obstacle. Our greatest asset. If there’s one thing we can learn from Beyonce, it’s that hard work pays off– but also nannies. So many nannies.

I am writing this to you after two full hours in a cold coffee shop working on a memoir titled, “Carbs And Bon Iver: Thank You For Helping Me Write This Book” because I asked for help.

A small step, but also a giant leap.

We are always so close.

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