James Kicinski-McCoy is a writer and blogger, specializing in strategic marketing and branding, is a co-founder and editor of Mother Magazine, and co-owner and creative director of Two Son. She lives with her husband and four children in Nashville, Tennessee.
I love a good cover! Last night I was listening to Jason Schwartzman’s radio show, while driving home, and he played a rendition of The Monkees “Cuddle Toy” by Harry Nilsson that I had never heard before. I loved it and figure you might, too, so I wanted to share with you here.
Here is Nilsson’s cover:
And here is the original The Monkees:
I might be aging myself here, but I have a soft spot for The Monkees. When I was a little girl, my Dad took a temporary job in Boulder, CO for a few months, where I lived with my Mom. I got to spent some time with him on the weekends and he let me eat Big Macs and stay up passed my bedtime to watch The Monkees on tv—just what five-year-old dreams are made of!
I’ve been on the hunt for great covers and am planning to create and post a mixtape of some of them for you soon. Do you have any I should add?
This week has been so insane—apologies for not updating here sooner. Thank you all for the birthday wishes here and across social media. You all made me smile! Some news: All four kids are officially back in school—hooray! Did anyone else feel like the summer flew by abnormally fast? Plum started her 8th grade volleyball season, so my crazy “volleyball mom” side is about to come out as soon as her games start. Ha! Also, Julian is running for his Junior Class President and Birdie turns SIX tomorrow! How?! Cheers to the weekend, and here are this week’s ten things…
Tomorrow is my 37th birthday. I am going to shoot straight here and tell you all that I am not thrilled. Truth is, I don’t really like my birthday. I, of course, did at one point, when I was a child and a teenager, and even in my early twenties I welcomed it with open arms. I would get so excited and make long birthday wishlists (because presents!) and wanted to have big parties or celebrations that were all about ME. As I get older, the birthday buzz has faded. I tend to not mention it as the thirteenth of August approaches, perhaps in hopes that if we don’t talk about it, it won’t happen. When my husband and friends ask me what I want to do on my special day, I give them an “I don’t know. I’ll think on it.” response. When being honest with myself, I’ll admit, I am scared of getting older. Thirty-seven sounds old to me. It’s hard not to focus on forty-minus-three. Trying to let it all soak in, embrace it, and give myself little pep-talks along the way.
Something I have been working on is putting together a list of little goals for my thirty-seventh trip around the sun. Here are a five of them:
1. Take good care of myself. Exercise, “me time”, eating right, sleep—all that good stuff!
2. Volunteer. My friend Abi works for a great non-profit here called Thistle Farms. I wan’t to get involved.
3. Learn a new skill. I’ve been talking about taking a pottery class for God knows how long. Time to really do it!
4. Record that song I’ve been putting off. I love to sing—always have, but am insecure about doing so in front of people, unless I throw back a couple of kamikazes and get up on a karaoke stage. Time to face that fear and record it, just for fun, just for me.
5. Take my husband and children to Arizona to meet my mom’s side of the family. Family is a deeply personal and emotional subject for me. It’s something I don’t talk about much, but after visiting a couple of months ago just before my Grandpa passed away, I think we all did a lot of healing. Looking forward to what’s to come.
Those are five good personal goals. I am determined to make this 37th year a really fucking good one. Lucky number 7! Happy birthday to me.
Do you ever feel like you’re running on a hamster wheel day in and day out? I definitely do—early to rise, coffee, kids off to school, work all day, kids home from school, various activities and sports, making dinner, eating dinner, bath time, bedtime. That’s a generic breakdown of a typical day, and there is, of course, much more involved, but that pretty much sums it up. The days often get so repetitive that sometimes I feel a little crazy and burnt out.
So, what to do when all you do is go-go-go? You check out! Take a break for sanity’s sake. Whether it’s a long soak in the tub, an afternoon nap, or even something as simple as an unaccompanied errand-run, solo time is something that we all crave and highly benefit from. Something that really works for me is to schedule in my “me time” just like any other important to-do. I literally write in on my calendar and when that time comes, I go and do it. No excuses. It helps me so much and makes me feel less overwhelmed and more balanced.
When we take better care of ourselves, we in-turn take better care others—and get more shit done! Do you get enough “me time” in?
Photograph from The Royal Tenenbaums via Daily Motion.
We are definitely a Levi’s family. I have been wearing them since I was a kid and have quite a collection of Levi’s jeans—vintage and new—that I live in practically everyday. I am excited to partner with Levi’s and their release of the fall 2016 collection for kids. Levi’s Kids have a similar look and feel to the adult brand, in both style and function, making them a new wardrobe staple for the little ones in our home. With the new school year starting very soon, it’s time to stock-up on back-to-school clothes and I know that the kids’ new Levi’s will be an effortless morning go-to.
The Levi’s Kids 511 and 711 jeans have enough stretch to allow for all-day, high-energy play and mobility, and also include a “soil release” element, which helps protect against tough playground dirt and grass stains. Both Birdie and Sailor spend much of their days playing outside, while at home and when at school, and I love that their Levi’s withstand everyday wear and tear. Plus, there’s not much cuter than a little kid in Levi’s.
Here are some photos of us living in our Levi’s. We went on an afternoon walk one day through our neighborhood, complete with plenty of mandarine oranges (my kids love them!), and a few photos of us hanging out at home…