It’s weird to say “I found myself at the park” but I’ve found myself at the park. 1000+ hours at the park with friends and friends’ kids I love. In sunshine or rain with backpacks overflowing with food and wipes and band-aids.
I’m usually the one behind the camera but here I am. Not alone, but happy and in love and just as obsessed with high-neck collars as ever.
Listen here on my podcast, Little Things.
Listen here. (One of my most popular episodes!)
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DONE IS BETTER THAN PERFECT.
A year ago I bought a Blue Yeti mic for $100, sat on the floor of my cold closet, and recorded my first ever podcast. Recording audio has been something I’ve wanted to play around with for a very long time, and for some reason I got excited enough about it to impulsively buy a mic and get going on it. And I am so glad I did. During 2018, I published 28 episodes (so far!) and had 5,000 downloads. Despite my ramblings and minor disappearances during pregnancy, you guys kept listening. Thank you so much! I’m really excited to keep recording episodes. I’d love to hear your thoughts on what you’d like to hear more of. You can email me at firstname.lastname@example.org or DM me on Instagram @koswriter anytime.
You can listen to Little Things here, or wherever you like to listen to your favorite podcasts. (I love PocketCasts.)
He's here! Solfinn Koseli Cummings was born August 12. We're just over two weeks into having him here with us, but it feels like he's always been here. He's a super cuddly, sweet baby and luckily for us, still in the sleepy newborn stage. Adjusting to four kids has not been easy but we're really grateful to our friends and church community for bringing us food, taking our kids to the park, and just generally being awesome. My parents also drove 12 hours to be here with us for a couple weeks. There's nothing I love more than watching my friends and family love on my kids. It's been a really special couple of weeks.
I'll be taking a break from freelance copywriting and content strategy to enjoy my time with my family for several more weeks, but I did register for Alt Summit 2019. Are you going too? I can't wait. I'll be accepting client work again beginning October 1 but you're welcome to email me anytime at email@example.com. You can also follow along with me at @koswriter on Instagram and subscribe to my podcast about creativity, tech, and motherhood, Little Things, wherever you love to listen to podcasts.
Happy Baby Days!
I can't believe I'm writing this. I feel like I'm on hyperdrive, experiencing pregnancy whiplash, dramatizing what everybody always says: It goes so fast. But it really does. In less than two months, we'll have a Baby. Another boy baby. Rounding out our family nicely with our current three male children. I'm excited/nervous about birth/excited.
I spent two weeks with my family in Southern California and in Salt Lake City. We played in the sand, watched movies, fell asleep to the sound of waves, and ate lots of dark chocolate. In Utah, we hung out with bestie aunts, uncles, and cousins, ate fresh lettuce from the garden, and attended a dear family friend's funeral. It was a bittersweet visit.
We're back in the Bay. Back to our routine, however different for the summer. Some camps, some preschool, lots of park time, lots of backyard time. I made yogurt for the first time. I spent Fourth of July in the hospital. (All is well.) I'm reading everything I can get my hands on. I took a break from the podcast/blogging/social media in entirety. It felt/feels so good. I'm wrapping up a couple projects and then I'll be home free for several months. I self-prescribed maternity leave from August-October to relieve my mind of what-ifs. I've learned from past mistakes to set boundaries and respect myself and my newborn.
When I had my first baby, I was responding to client emails and making changes when he was one day old. Recalling this makes me quite, quite angry. I didn't know what I didn't know.
The baby swaddles and knit rompers are washed. The bouncer, car seat, and bassinet are ready. I look like I have a basketball stuck to my belly--and have been eating too much ice cream. (I have.) I've only seen him once, at twenty weeks. He was beautiful. Same ski slope nose as his brothers'. Strong heartbeat and kicks. He turned and looked right at the camera, showing the tech and I picture perfect Nightmare Before Christmas skull shot. Still, he looked beautiful. I can't wait to hold him. Have him safe in my arms, anxious to eat and sleep. Give him his name. Dress him up in all his gifted baby clothes and ridiculous bonnets.
I've switched gears entirely from leaning in, to curling up, laying on my left side, holding my stomach, and quietly reading. It's all about the bubble now. Keeping it secure, keeping us safe, and getting through the home stretch.
Approximately six weeks to go until I officially meet this little turkey. I can't wait.
Over the last year, I've worked with Tubby Todd on a variety of projects. Product naming, labels, blog posts, Instagram captions, photo shoots, marketing campaigns, etc. You name it and I probably worked on it. But the most exciting thing I've worked on is a book with the co-founder of Tubby Todd, Andrea Williams. It's called You've Got This, Mama and it's an illustrated guide to help mothers take better care of themselves. It's full of brief personal essays by Andrea, mini journal prompts, and thoughtful activities to offer practical advice and guidance in your daily life. It's absolutely beautiful if I say so myself. I'm so proud to have co-written this book with Andrea. I admire her so much and love how much her confidence and warmth shine through this book.
You've Got This, Mama is now available on Tubby Todd.
I'm also a new contributor on the Munchkin blog.
You can see my articles on Munchkin here:
I'm excited to share I'm now a contributing writer over on the Munchkin blog. I'll be writing about parenting, life with three (almost four!) kids, and my favorite practical baby and kid gear. You can see my first post here: 7 Ways to Get Your Kids in Nature More. Stay tuned for posts on my favorite sippy cups, what's in a mom's diaper bag with 3+ kids, and what it's like having four boys.
Pleasantly surprised and proud to find this on the Munchkin homepage today. Kudos! Thank for standing up for family values.
Did you know I host a podcast called Little Things? Since October, I've published 16 episodes all about creativity, tech, and motherhood and how they fit together. This means I talk about
*copy writing and building a flexible career to create a lifestyle I want
*what it's like working from home with three kids; my schedule
*my favorite apps, kid's gear, and products for small space living
*my favorite recent purchases from Target and Costco
*Pop culture talk about new books, funny twitter feeds, and The Bachelor
*personal essays on motherhood that (I hope!) uplift and encourage other parents
Recently, my husband and I found out the gender of our fourth baby. The second I got back to the car, I turned on a voice recorder app and recorded my immediate thoughts. It's my most popular episode yet. Hope you enjoy!
P.S. I recommend using the PocketCast app to listen to podcasts. It's worth it! To find Little Things, open the app, search "Little Things" and hit subscribe. Or you can listen to Little Things from your browser here.
I'm going to keep this exceptionally short and sweet. This year's Alt was my favorite yet. I've attended two in SLC and one in NYC and this was hands-down, the most amazing one I've been to. I loved the venue, the classes, the other attendees. My only issue was choosing between two great panels happening at the same time. But above all, I loved the people I met. I had so much fun hanging out with so many different women. I got to see old friends, and meet online friends and co-workers in person, and meet bloggers and shop owners I've heard about but never met. It was wonderful. If you get a chance to go, snag it. Tickets sold out in two hours this year.
I recently pulled together my most recent work and I'm sure you've all had this experience, but why is it so hard to talk about yourself? Why is it so hard to look back and find the story when at the time it felt like piecey accidents? Once I spent time with Google Slides long enough, it came to me, but man, it's torture to write about yourself and "accomplishments". Crafting a personal bio is one of the toughest tasks out there. I'm not 100% happy with mine, but it's a start.
Anyone else feel the rush of 2018? January seemed to last forever but I couldn't seem to slog through my list of resolutions and get myself in order. Something about holiday travel really threw me off balance and I feel like I'm still recovering. I've never done this before but I'm trying something: I'm taking February off from client work. No freelance writing, no client emails, no nagging push in the back of my head. I feel the need for a break and I feel lucky to get to take it. So far the time I'd otherwise reserve for work is taken up with rest, kids, and winter sunshine. Not bad. Hope to throw in some introspective journal time in there, too. And a trip to Palm Springs won't hurt either. :) I talk a little more about my work break on this week's episode of Little Things, if you're interested.
Thanks as always for following along!
I just had to get on and put up a little post to say Thank You for your support of my new Little Things podcast. You guys are the best! It's been a fun experiment to teach myself something new. I admit I'd be happy making it, even if no one listened, but I'm overjoyed that friends actually are. So Thank YOU!
Hope you all have a very merry Christmas and wonderful New Year. xo
Hi, I’m Koseli Cummings. I’m a writer and mom living in the Bay Area. I love talking about creativity, motherhood, tech, and home and how they fit together. This is the podcast for women who never want to stop learning.Read More
We keep two jars in our kids' room. They're mason jars, half full of colorful wool felt balls. Whenever someone hits, yells, or does something typically naughty, we take out a pom pom. Whenever someone does something extra kind or helpful or asks for extra jobs (and we remember to), we add a pom pom. This has created an ebb and flow of pom poms in the jars. Honestly, we thought the jars would fill up a month ago. But alas, sneaky punches and tearful, exasperating breakdowns hold us back. Keenan even created a Pinterest board called Pom Pom Toy Shop, where the boys can pick one thing once they've filled their jar. A seaworthy Octonaut ship, blocks with gears, a Millenial Falcon. But still, no pom poms redeemed or jars emptied.
The jars are half full. Every day they go a little up or a little down, but we're pushing hard pre-Christmas break to get those freaking pom pom jars filled to the brim. The boys need to see a positive result faster and we need to see that they can pause fighting long enough to redeem their tiny wool balls.
The doctor scribbled a prescription and handed it to me. "Yep, he needs glasses." I already knew but I still stared at him and fumbled with my words. I'd seen his eye crossing watching PJ Masks, the tired eyes at bedtime, the rubbing. I felt grateful we caught it early, he's only four, but guilty. I'd also worn glasses at four, actually at three. Big bulky bifocals in plastic peach, so thick you could barely see my eyes. I hated my glasses. Purposely tried to break them, hide them, pretend I didn't need them. I needed them. I hated the way they fogged up when I climbed on the school bus on a winter morning, the way they magnified my eyes, the way my skin under glass never darkened. I was the only child with glasses that thick and I hated them. An already shy child, glasses became circles I could hide behind.
By fourth grade, I got contacts. I'd been doing my own laundry and decorating my room and tilling the garden (with my Dad's help) for years. My parents agreed I could handle it. It was the best day of my life. I remember everything about that day at the Moran Eye Center, seeing clearly the first time. Contacts pulled me out of my shell. I spoke more loudly, more often. In a couple years, I beat Jason (who I also had a crush one) for Captain at Space Camp. I memorized all the countries in the world and made a group of best friends. My feet did not grow.
Now I opt to wear my glasses, sometimes. No more bifocals, and a much lighter prescription. For now. I feel pretty and comfortable; a little more shy, but sometimes I like that.
He likes his glasses. They're off and on, twirling in his fingers, slipping down his nose, perched on his forehead. He's four. When I catch a glance of him, his beauty takes me off guard. Is that why I looked like? He looks so beautiful, his bright blue eyes and long lashes magnified by the +4 prescription. I stare at him in wonder. Is this how my mother and father saw me? Is this how my mother and father see me?