There are a zillion makeup tutorials out there. But I haven’t been able to find one that shows what it’s REALLY like to try to put on makeup when you have kids. So I made my own. Here’s my Real Mom Makeup Tutorial. Watch and enjoy! You’ll learn a ton (no you won’t) and laugh away.

Felicity Huffman recently attended the 2014 Forbes Women’s Summit in NYC, where she took part in the “Feminism Redefined” panel. While at the Summit, Felicity sat down for an interview with Forbes to chat about What the Flicka?, feminism, and dismantling the idea of the “perfect mother.”

In the interview, Felicity discusses her process for building a community on What The Flicka? and finding the right contributors who embody the “honest, nonjudgemental, somewhat ironic voice of women.”

Check out the video above to hear more from Felicity Huffman as she weighs in on the intersection of feminism and What The Flicka? and what it really means to be a “perfect mother.”

We love creative ideas to keep kids’ brains from rotting during the long summer months. They can only watch TV for so long, right? Well, to follow up last year’s list of 25 DIY summer activities for kids (which is an awesome idea hub if you missed it), contributor Elle Davis shared with us her list of 20 great activities you can plan for your kids this summer.

1. Make rainbow slime.

2. Play with cloud dough.

3. Make recyclable tie dye crayons.

4. Pool noodle madness.

5. Ice cream in a bag.

6. Paint with puffy paint.

7. Invest in a bubble machine. My kid goes crazy over it.

8. Have fun with liquid sidewalk chalk.

9. Go to the dollar store for a cheap shower curtain and shaving cream. Lay out the shower curtain on the ground and have a shaving cream fight. They can slide around in it, squish it, throw “snowballs”, etc.

10. Go out and collect rocks with your little one. Have them paint them however they want and then display their rock garden outside.

11. Make a robot helmet.

12. Help them build a fairy garden.

13. Frequent the library and read, read, read.

14. Go on bike rides together.

15. Make a laser obstacle course. I did this with the hummingbird a few days ago and we had fun.

16. Fly paper aeroplanes. It’s a great way to wear them out when they keep on fetching them for you.

17. Play balloon tennis. This keeps my kid busy for a while.

18. Have a picnic.

19. Set up a tent and go camping in the backyard.

20. Go to a museum.

Originally posted at This Is Mommyhood


People make a lot of fuss about “summer-winter relationships” but the fact is that they can be enjoyable and fulfilling – if occasionally challenging – for both parties in the couple.

The Advantages of an Age Gap
When you’re in a relationship with someone from a different generation, there are many benefits. The younger partner can learn from their other half’s maturity and life experience. This can be particularly useful in situations where, if they had been left to their own devices, the more innocent party might have screwed up.

For his part, the older partner gets to enjoy the energy, youth and liveliness of their spring chicken “toy” boy or girl! I’m not trying to say that us more mature ladies and gentlemen don’t know how to let our hair down – it’s just that having someone young around can give you a real boost of energy, and keep us up-to-date on the latest trends. Your friends will feel this burst of energy as well – it’s infectious!

Another big advantage is that being with someone younger pushes you to make sure you’re taking care of yourself. You might be getting healthy just to remain seductive or so that the age gap isn’t so obvious, but you’ll reap the health benefits all the same. And it’s never a bad thing to give ourselves, our body and our appearance more attention!

The Drawbacks – and How to Deal with Them
For all the good stuff we get in an age gap relationship, belonging to different generations can sometimes be a weakness.

It can be hard to be on the same page about things. One person’s maturity and experience comes up against incomprehension. To add insult to injury, the younger party might find their partners “wisdom” embarrassing, as they just don’t get where their coming from. For example; the older partner might spend time agonizing over the consequences of a relationship with someone younger, while the latter might be solely concerned with living this love as intensely as possible, without spending too much time reflecting on the potential fallout among family and friends.

On top of this, it’s not always easy to get in sync with your partner when he or she is ten years younger and seems to never run out of steam. The younger party in the couple will want to go out all the time, dance all night, see the latest movie, go on exciting, noisy vacations… whereas the older party’s idea of a good time might be bed by ten in front of Netflix. Once the first heady burst of passion in the relationship wears off, this kinds of differences can raise their head.

Of course, we’re generalizing here – these are not rules by any stretch of the imagination – and they are also differences a lot of couples of the same age experience… though we must admit they seem to crop up more often when an age gap’s involved.

Finally, the big one: kids. The question of whether or not you’re going to have children is one that tends to creep up on people. You really must give this nonnegotiable aspect of your relationship some serious thought. A younger man with a partner who is nearing the onset of menopause for example needs to think about this. His partner might find herself unable to offer him the child that he wants. The lack of desire in one partner to have a child as they already have a child of their own is another big one. This is a subject which can’t be neglected in a couple. It is at the beginning of a relationship, when you begin to feel that things could become serious, that you need to think about this issue. Often the future of the couple depends on it.

Photo courtesy of Huffpost.

I was at a meeting recently with a couple of other parents, making small talk about our kids.

One woman had younger children. Preschool, maybe. Just emerging from mommy-and-me-gymnastics stage and entering into the “Let’s see what kind of activity keeps you most interested but doesn’t cost me an arm and a leg” phase.

The guy in our group had teen girls, big into soccer. Travel leagues. Sometimes the family had concurrent games in towns on opposite ends of the state. The kinds of games college recruiters attend, so God forbid your kid misses one, or you miss watching your kid play one, in favor of watching the other kid at her game.

We all agreed – in that jovial, if-I-weren’t-laughing-I’d-be-stabbing-myself-in-the-eyeball kind of way – that his life sucks, and that teenagers are rough on parents in general, and wouldn’t it be nice if we could just stop time when kids are cute and little and don’t need to be driven all over or talk back or think their parents are stupid?

I know. We actually said that. Sober.

I have no desire for that time when the kids were cute and little. They were balls of activity and sass and as likely to play in the toilet as they were to run up to some stranger’s dog and get mauled.

“I don’t remember you girls being this active,” my mom said to me once about my boys, while we watched them do their whirling dervish thing.

That’s a symptom of post-traumatic stress disorder right there: forgetting stuff. I know for a fact my sister and I made mud pies on the driveway, started fires in the basement and cut our own hair when no one was looking. I ate an entire bottle of Flinstone Vitamins when I was little because they were yummy. This was followed by a healthy dose of syrup of ipecac and a round or two of projectile vomiting.

Good times.

Not that older kids are gobs easier. Older kids are hard on their parents in different ways. And they’ve paired their ability to wreak havoc with an eye roll that clearly says they think we’re all dumber than a sack of hammers.

Hello teen years. For those of us trying desperately to ensure the survival of the species by raising people who might live to procreate, it’s time to trade the old Hell for a fresh, new one.

The GOOD: I no longer have to read Red Fish, Blue Fish ad nauseam at bedtime. Instead, my kids read books and then recommend them to me and we discuss. It’s so civilized I’m just beside myself. They’re reading some cool stuff, and none of it posits how many apples I can balance on my head or whether I would ever give a mouse a cookie.

The BAD: Our bedtime reading ritual had been replaced by a whole lotta’ dawdling and the occasional “Oh, I just remembered” some mandatory attendance at some teacher conference, parent meeting, or chauffeur duty tomorrow that will totally sabotage the day.

Then there’s the fact our younger kid has become the family Cliff Clavin, sharing random interesting tidbits at irregular intervals for the next 90 minutes after he’s supposed to have been bed.

“Hey mom, did you know, the last Civil War veteran died in 1959?”

Fascinating. And quite often awkward given the images on screen at the exact moment we have to pause whatever show we’re watching.

I swear, it can take a full three weeks to stream one episode of Orange is the new Black with all the trivia breaks.

The GOOD: Our kid can make Mac and Cheese for himself and his brother if we have an evening meeting, or even *gasp* make time for a drink with friends or to go on a date.

The BAD: Our kid has not yet mastered the art of cleaning up after himself, and can make just as big a mess as any toddler flinging finger foods from a high chair. He may also subject his brother to whatever Netflix movie is most likely to give him nightmares for the rest of the summer.

The GOOD: No more stinky diapers. In fact, there are so many things I no longer need to know about my kids’ bowels, it’s bliss. I haven’t any idea whether they still poop their body weight every day.

The BAD: The worst body odor God ever gave a human, and probably the worst gas as well, seems to belong to the teenage boys who camp out in our basement every afternoon playing video games.

The GOOD: No more diaper bags to remember.

The BAD: Diaper bags have been replaced (at least during the school year) by a daily changing array of lunches, sporting equipment, homework, and musical instruments (and sheet music, music stands, concert attire…).

The (very) GOOD: I no longer worry I might forget a sleeping toddler in a car in the summer heat – my personal worst fear. Don’t be a judge. Anyone who thinks this could never happen to her has never been a sleep deprived parent trying to remember if it’s time for Wednesday’s baby dance class or Thursday’s pediatrician appointment or a meeting with the marketing committee. One who still believes that it’s possible to multitask when she’s experiencing fluctuations in blood sugar that rival the seismic activity of the San Francisco earthquake.

The BAD: My kid’s getting a learner’s permit this summer. Just stay off the roads.

The GOOD: There are moments, these days, when everyone’s preoccupied and there’s no danger of anyone choking on a Lego or smearing the contents of a diaper on the wall and I can sit and complete a thought or two, pick up a paper or finish a cup of coffee.

The BAD: It’s because they’re upstairs with the iPad, streaming porn.