A few weeks ago I went to see this movie, About Time (a film from Richard Curtis, the creator of Love Actually, Notting Hill, and Four Weddings and a Funeral). I love Rachel McAdams and romantic movies and was super stoked to see it, (check out the About Time movie trailer, good grief, you’ll want to go see it asap). But it’s totally not a romantic movie (it is and it isn’t), it’s mostly an amazing movie about how to live the best life ever, no regrets. It’s out in a handful of theaters November 1 and everywhere November 8th.
Go put it in your date book right now, I’ll wait.
I beat the drum of living your best life all the time because I feel the frailty of life in a different way than most. Living with Lupus has of course changed everything. I don’t take much for granted, I can’t afford to. Parenthood has affected me deeply, to the end that I think twice about everything, mull over my life’s experiences and how I can pass on the most important wisdom I’ve earned while taking my own advice.
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Guys, the holidays are officially almost upon us. And for whatever reason (just a guess – mom guilt?) at Christmas time, I get super Type-A obsessive about making sure my holiday cards are finished early and mailed out before the serious crazy sets in. Life is insane during the holidays, and I really prefer to do tiny little things all year long in anticipation of December being the worst month of my life, in the history of ever.
ALL OF THE THINGS happen between Thanksgiving and New Year’s Eve, and for some reason having my holiday cards done ahead of the choir, orchestra, and drama performances, not to mention the swim meets and candy-cane-read-a-thons and all of the homework the world has ever known, well, it makes me feel like a better human. It just does. That way I can sit back and
smugly relax and enjoy the holiday panic about everything else that needs to be done immediately, if not sooner.
This year I really do have reason to feel all extra celebratory, because it’s not even Halloween yet and my holiday cards are D-O-N-E.
Let’s talk about that for a second.
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Energy bites with chocolate + pumpkin? Welcome to Tuesday. I know! Stop it. They’re healthy too!
I need confess something: I really like candy. I try to eat healthy 90% of the time, and the other 10% is my sweet tooth getting the better of me. This time of year puts me into full split personality mode. I love healthy, hearty soups and stews and leafy greens. But the flip-side? Gimme the candy. I know I’m not the only one raiding my kids’ Halloween buckets for the Snickers. And Reese’s. And Butterfingers. And anything with chocolate, nuts, nougat, or caramel.
But hey, I made some delicious Healthy Pumpkin Chocolate Chunk Energy Bites which are now stowed away in my freezer for when that morning (afternoon and evening) sugar craving hits and I have to have something sweet. Preferably that includes chocolate, which these bites do. With these, I’m not going to feel guilty for having three or four at one time. No. They’re loaded with healthy, satisfying things like sunflower butter, pumpkin puree, oats, dates and pumpkin pie spice for a quick hit of energy.
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My family is the worst. Seriously, I love my kids but sometimes they’re just horrible.
Almost a year ago I scheduled family photos for August with the world-renowned husband and wife photography team Wendy and Tyler Whitacre from Blue Lily. I prepped my kids a year in advance by promising to lock them out in the cold if they messed up the photo shoot. Every couple of months over the year I’d
threaten remind them about the deal and how they were going to behave during said family photos.
‘We’ll be good‘ they said,
‘We’ll behave‘ they said.
If there’s anything I know by now, it’s that kids are liars. Little liars from liar-town. They know how to lie professionally. They could work for top level secret service organizations in the lie department.
Is that what it takes to survive being in a family?
Does this little man look like he’s behaving?
No. No he is not.
What about this guy?
He wasn’t (as) bad this time around, but there must be some old Russian / Polish folklore about the camera stealing your soul if you smile for a family picture. Otherwise there’s … >> find out more…
Hello! Hello. It’s the end of the summer (officially) and I’ve missed you. So hello to you and hello you and you. How are you? How’ve you been? Long time no talk.
I took an inadvertent hiatus this summer to avoid a nervous breakdown (success!) which is why Petit Elefant has been “content lite” for a bit. We should really catch up over lunch soon, but in the meantime let’s talk summer.
In May / June I took the craziest trip ever to the French Riviera, Spain, and Paris. Whirlwind time of my life, so much fun. I have lots to share with you about that trip, the least of which is that I’m now completely addicted to prosciutto (I haven’t been vegan for awhile) and airbnb, among other things.
I then took a family trip to L.A. to see my rheumatologist (YAY) and Disneyland. May I just say? Tower of Terror makes me very, very nervous. Every time.
Then all of a sudden it was the 4th of July and family BBQ’s and babies. Did I mention babies? BAYBEEZ. I like them, a lot. My sister is responsible for the crazy cuteness of this guy. … >> find out more…
I am loved.
What does that do to you when you hear it, read it, feel it? I hope it’s a visceral reaction in your gut, that feeling loved business. Because when you’re loved the way you deserve to be, it can be a breathless and dizzying, electric, glorious experience.
Or the feel of being loved, really truly and properly, can be a glowing ember of toasty warm content. The act of feeling loved can be safety from fear, from separation and anxiety, of knowing someone out there has your back no matter how stupid you get. And sometimes we all get a little extra stupid.
A few weeks ago I wrote about being loved and loving, what I wish for my family, should something go amiss with my Stupid Lupus. Actually, physically, writing my love and wishes for the people closest to me was painful to think about but enormously satisfying to outline in detail and verbalize (in my head at least). Sometimes the love we give is exactly the kind of love we need. Do you know what I mean? The things I shared with my daughter are the kinds of things I needed … >> find out more…
Mine matters to me more than anything, period. I’ve had the privilege of doing some really cool things in my life, but nothing compares to being at home with my people; my husband of 15 years, my incomparable baby girl (nearly 14) and my favorite little man (almost 9). I’ll take a Saturday morning snuggling in bed with these three people over a Cannes red carpet premiere any day of the week, no contest.
I was put on this earth to be a mother to these two children, and I know it to be true more with each passing year. Being a part of my own little Czarnecki family is a privilege day-in and day-out, 15 years into its establishment.
Becoming a parent was difficult for me and my body and as such I appreciate it far more than I would have without all the pain and struggle. Because of my Lupus (stupid lupus!) getting pregnant is tricky, and staying pregnant is almost impossible. If you’re a woman with Lupus and of childbearing age, and trying to get pregnant, odds are you’ve had dozens of miscarriages, you’ve nearly died trying to stay pregnant, or you’ve decided you … >> find out more…
Love. It’s practically the theme of Summer, isn’t it? Right behind pool parties, beach bonfires, house parties, and Summer nose jobs (come on, you had to know a few girls who came back in the Fall with new noses). I always went into the Summers of my teen years hoping to snag an easy breezy May-December romance, something short term with a cute surfer boy from California who randomly chose to stay with a friend for a summer of awesome in Utah Valley.
A girl can dream. It never happened but I was never discouraged by that fact. Every Summer I just knew, just KNEW this Summer would be the one. I wasted a lot of time thinking about boys.
I had boyfriends all through high school and remember distinctly my first love, a September – June romance (waste of time girls, don’t follow in my footsteps! just study and get good grades and go to college! the men’s volleyball team is EVERYTHING you hope they will be!) The ending of that relationship was so tragic, so painful. We had a great run all through my Freshman year, going to all the dances and house parties … >> find out more…
Gifts for dad: DIY crafts for dad this Father’s Day.
DIY Father’s Day Mugs
It’s Father’s Day this weekend, in case you hadn’t noticed all the BBQ’s and lawnmowers for sale all over town. I already bought a vacuum at Costco for my husband because I’m fancy and super thoughtful, and I love him, especially when he vacuums. Although if the dad in my life were to get a vacuum for me, or laundry basket, or I don’t know, a sleeping bag for any holiday I would
probably completely lose my crap.
I’m going to pay for this somehow.
Do you have Father’s Day for the dad(s) in your life outside the US? I know there’s a Kid’s Day in Poland, which is also National Water-Fight Day, for serious, but I don’t know much about other countries celebrating random odd holidays like we do in the U.S.
Father’s Day printables
Anyway I found some ridiculous cute stuff on Pinterest, like you do, some super cute crafts for dad. I know you have it in you to whip any and all of these up, because you’re the craftiest sort of readers out there.
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