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Checking In + Blog Update

March 7, 2017

Hello friends! Thanks so much for all the kind and thoughtful things you posted a few weeks ago here and on social media in response to the overly sentimental and weepy essay on last babies. I’m not sure what the future holds, but I do know that at some point I’ll move on from this phase of life and have FEELINGS about it. Please feel free to block me in advance.

Some of you have asked how it is going writing a book and when you can purchase it for $29.99 at Barnes and Nobles. Just kidding, no one asked me that and I’m pretty sure Barnes and Nobles no longer exists (fake news!). I will say that progress is being made and I’ll keep you updated when I can. I hope to be finished with the first draft by this summer.

In other news, I have recently partnered with favorite bloggers Grace Patton, Bridget Hunt, and Fran Dorsey and created a private facebook group to post reviews and sale items I find on the Internet. A group dedicated to finding great deals and brands for women, moms, and kids so you don’t have to. It’s an idea I’ve been tossing around for a few months now. Here’s why I finally did it:

  1. I do 99% of my shopping online and spend a lot of time researching the best deals on groceries, car-seats, leggings, etc. so I might as well make it a separate side job.
  2. As a consumer, I prefer to find out camelbak water bottles are on sale on Amazon via a facebook group I joined on purpose rather than a blog I subscribe to for other reasons.
  3. I enjoy the side of blogging that involves product research and reviews but do not enjoy dedicating whole posts to it.
  4. These types of facebook groups better allow for posting time sensitive deals.
  5. While Facebook is my least favorite social media for the social part of it, I do enjoy it for the private groups feature.
  6. I personally utilize these groups weekly and wanted to start my own.
  7. It’s fun.

This blog will still serve to occasionally review motherhood related products, but for the most part when I find something I love that’s also on sale–you can find it in this facebook group very uncreatively named the Sale Rack. Check it out or don’t! Here’s the link one more time. Opt in or opt out anytime. Make the notifications what you want. It’s a private group (for your benefit) so no one except others in the group can see if you comment or like something.

As far as the future of this blog goes, the only things on the horizon are a little round-up of the fake corner nursery I’ve been putting together for Novi, book reviews, funny tweets, and the occasional essay.

Finally, there are one million pockets of the Internet with bigger, smaller, better, weirder, funnier, wiser, or more interesting followings featuring things like windsurfing and indoor plants. I do want to say that I am thankful for this space and the encouragement and love you bring to me. Thank you for following along and supporting this blog, both in my work as a writer and my side job as a lazy blogger who occasionally finds things for 60% off on Amazon.

See you again soon, one way or another.

On Writing Books And Sending Your One-Year-Old To School

October 1, 2015

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I’m sending my one-year-old to school today. She’ll be joining the 2’s class, where she will be the baby of the classroom–unable to sit still or stay quiet or resist ripping off her diaper “for fun.” Bless you, preschool teachers. You have a special place in heaven next to the cheese bar.

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This plan was unexpected. The teachers came to us, and at first I said no until I realized a whole morning off to write would be gold if gold was financially worthless but emotionally thrilling.

I started drafting a few more paragraphs explaining myself and our reasons for sending her, but deleted them all because honey, I’m the mom and she’s going to love it.

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In the meantime, I’ll be here plugging away. This blog is no longer my first priority as I’m in the middle of writing two books, but it is still a great place to post life events, the occasional essay, or fun things from the Internet. Those Friday links used to really bog me down, but now those kinds of light posts are a happy place where I don’t have to think about where the next sentence will come from. Who would have thought curating silly tweets or finding noteworthy links to read would become a relaxing pastime. Instagram and Snapchat (for the most part) are fun too. Feel free to block me.

As always, thanks for reading.

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Insert Welcoming Remarks

May 7, 2015

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Updated 4/27/17

Hello friends.

It’s been a long time since I’ve talked to you like this. As I’ve mentioned before, blogging has changed a lot over these four years. Personal narrative blogs have been replaced with niche blogs, affiliate links, Instagram, Buzzfeed, and what I call “worldview pieces.” Readers, including myself, skirt to and from blogs so quickly that it’s hard to continue any sort of story, making it necessary to write essays that can stand alone.

Sometimes I’ll read a random blog, click around, and still wonder what’s going on. Where do they live? What do they do? Why are they always at the beach?

I thought this might be a good time to clear things up.

HELLO. My name is Kate and I like Friends reruns and sandwiches featuring complicated mayonnaise. Technically my name is actually Kathrine, inconveniently spelled without an “e” in the middle, which means a bunch of KathErines with gmail accounts get a lot of my “urgent” Old Navy emails. Enjoy the maxi dress! Now an entire 25 cents off.

I live in a small town in Eastern Pennsylvania, a day’s trip away from New York, Baltimore, Philadelphia, and Washington D.C.  My kids are Waylon, Eva, and Novi. My husband’s name is James but he goes by Austin. I guess both our parents liked things complicated. A few summers ago he graduated from medical school and started a six year residency in Radiology. We take things one day at a time.

This May we’ll be married eight years.

In case you are wondering about the mild home renovations referenced on Instagram, we live in a very modest three bedroom home Austin’s parents bought at the beginning of medical school. Because we rent (pay the mortgage) from them–we can make renovations as we are able. When we matched to Penn State Hershey last Spring, we decided not to move (thank you Jesus) and just upgrade a few things. So far we’ve painted everything white and bought 100 items off Craigslist. We hope to own our own home someday, but for now paying a low mortgage on a house that’s not ours is actually pretty great. If the garbage disposal breaks, I just call my father-in-law. Please don’t tell him how to block phone numbers. Chances are we’ll stay in this house through residency, which means we’ll be here a total of 10 years.

If you’re wondering what I actually look like (not just what I look like with 17 filters), here is an all natural photo I plugged into the age predictor site everyone’s been using this week.

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It identified me as 12-year-old girl. Bonus: I still dress like one too.

It is worth noting this blog is no longer my first priority as I’m in the middle of writing a book, but it is still a great place to post life events, the occasional essay, or fun things from the Internet. Those Friday links used to really bog me down, but now those kinds of light posts are a happy place where I don’t have to think about where the next sentence will come from. Who would have thought curating silly tweets or finding noteworthy links to read would become a relaxing pastime. Instagram and Snapchat (for the most part) are fun too. You can find me on both at @katejbaer.

As always, thanks for reading, listening, responding, and double tapping. All the heart eye and dancing girl emojis right back at you.

xo

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Four Years Of Writing On The Internet

March 10, 2015

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Next month will mark four years of writing on the Internet. Four years since I sat down at the computer and tried to write something worth reading online. At first it was awkward and unpleasant for everyone, like having sex for the first time. No one knows where to put their hands or when to stop pretending to be someone they’re not. Then, as time went on, I fell into a rhythm and tried to create a space where we can share our parenting and human struggles while also laughing at Jimmy Fallon videos on YouTube.

Blogging has changed a lot over these four years. Personal narrative blogs have been replaced with niche blogs, affiliate links, Instagram, Buzzfeed, and what I call “worldview pieces.” Readers, including myself, skirt to and from blogs so quickly that it’s hard to continue any sort of story, making it necessary to compose essays that can stand alone.

None of these changes are inherently positive or negative, the landscape of the internet will always change. The difficulty lies in recognizing when it’s time to change.

Popular blogger Sarah Bessey touches on this in a post about changes to her site. She writes, The hard thing is trying to figure out when to “change with the times” and when to stand your ground in the place you’ve establishedFor instance, I still love to tell stories about the daily life and simple joys, even though those don’t get the page views or comments or shares of other posts. I won’t stop telling those stories or writing the way I love to write because it’s not popular. But there are other aspects that I need to embrace – running ads to pay for the upkeep of this site which has become prohibitive, being aware of the power of social media, creating regular content that is relevant, and so on.

A few weeks ago I submitted a pilot for HBO via a fellowship for diverse writers. Along with the actual pilot, the application also required a personal statement. The writing prompt was simple, “What influences your writing?”

As I fumbled around trying to come up with an answer, all I could think about was you. The community of women I’ve found through writing for an audience. When my post about being tightly wound went viral last year and recently again this month, so many of you wrote to me about the struggles of parenting young children. If you read through the comments on that post, what sticks out to me the most is the overwhelming desire to be heard. For someone to acknowledge that while this is all so very wonderful, it’s also really, really hard.

No matter how blogging changes, I hope we can continue to create a space to be honest. To be heard. To laugh over our three-year-olds talking about sperm with the grocery cashier and cry over our complicated relationship with thighs. A place to stand together and say, “I want more,” even if wanting more is simply time to eat a sandwich alone.

Our best chance for motherhood, for being human, is to lift each other up. To walk beside each other and say, “This is my truth, what’s yours?” My writing is influenced by you. The relationships I’ve formed with women who walk beside me and share their truth, no matter how dark the valleys. Our most important work.

Thanks for walking with me.

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Hello Halloween

October 30, 2014

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Last Winter I stopped writing these kinds of posts.

I took down all the monthly kid reviews and cliché photoshoots of my babies in suitcases and moved them all to their own personal sites so that only the truly delirious can keep up with them. But for some reason, the Halloween posts have remained here.

I think it’s because I enjoy holidays, which sounds annoying because everyone enjoys the holidays. What I mean is that I like sharing in each other’s traditions. And while I am not a lover of scary things, I do love playing dress up and eating all the chocolate, making Halloween something to look forward to.

This Saturday we’re throwing a Halloween party (repeat!) which is exciting because a) Fancy eye makeup and b) Adult conversation and wine spritzers, no kids.

Austin doesn’t have a costume yet (I don’t want to talk about it). I will be going as a fairy who went goth for her boyfriend. I might pull it off, but will most likely end up looking like Rufio circa 1991’s favorite movie Hook, which is fine too.

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A note to my future teenage daughter: May you never dress up as an undressed firefighter, nurse, policeman, or teacher. Because girl, we can do better than that.

Happy Halloween, weirdos.

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Last Year

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