Lindsey and her family live in Boston, and because she and her husband both work in the airline industry, they are frequent and avid travelers. Lindsey has some great advice on traveling successfully with small children, both as a traveling parent herself, and as an experienced flight attendant who’s seen every version of the good, and the bad, on airplanes. And to top it all off, Lindsey’s home is whimsical and stylish and full of bright colors and patterns. Welcome, Lindsey!
In the Spring of 2004, around row 8 on an Airbus A320 parked at Logan Airport in Boston, a flight attendant was wheeling her bag down the narrow aisle and passed by the aircraft mechanic who had come aboard to check the aircraft. She decided she would get him to ask her on a date, so for months she’d pass by him, trying to small talk and he, unbearably shy, fumbled his conversation until he finally asked her out. Now 14 years later, they live in a little house, not far from that airport and call each other “home”.
That shy man, my husband Sam, is now not nearly as quiet, but he remains as sincere, patient, and selfless as the day we first passed by one another on that airplane. He is the absolute best partner; he cooks, cleans, does laundry, dotes on his children, gives a nightly foot massage and he can make airplanes fly! He’s basically way too good to me and for me. I don’t want this to be misleading, he’s not perfect — his fashion sense doesn’t exist and he does the worst impressions of accents.
I’m Lindsey, mother to four. And although that was the first sentence I thought to use to describe myself, I am more than that, though no other title could ever make me feel as proud. I’m a flight attendant, I’ve been one for fifteen years. When I was a little girl, wanderlust was planted in the pit of my soul and I’ve never stopped watering the desire. I’m a perpetual dreamer, and I have loads more of what I hope to achieve in the next few years. I will write them down here, because writing or saying them aloud, will make it harder to back out of doing them! I’m currently working on becoming a blogger for family travel, as well as writing my first children’s book. I have stories in my head that need to live elsewhere. And this year I co-founded the online boutique kindred & kin. I’m also my children’s teacher as we homeschool/worldschool.
Our first born is Liam, and he has woken up buzzing like the bees for all of his almost nine years. He’s an extrovert born to two introverts, he’s never needed a minute alone in his life. He loves stories and books and is writing his first, like his momma. He is mature beyond his years, questions everything, loves chocolate more than anything and is one of the very best friends I’ve ever had. Jude is next, our empath. Even at six he’s the kindest person I’ve ever met. He always has a notebook and pen for drawing, loves Star Wars more than his brother loves chocolate, is extremely funny and values time alone and always seeks it out.
Delphine is as dainty and delicate as you can be, always spinning and singing. She loves Unicorns and flow-y dresses and shoes. She gives the best cuddles and still asks for her mommy to lay beside her while she falls asleep at night. I’ve been tracing that face into dreamland for four trips around the sun, and it’s still the sweetest face I’ve ever seen.Clementine is our baby, just over a year. She is 20 pounds of love and kisses and topped with strawberry blonde hair.
We live in Boston proper, in a neighborhood called East Boston, or “Eastie” if you’re hip. For most of its history, East Boston was predominantly an Italian neighborhood (the Kennedy’s lived here), but over the years it has seen more Italians move out and other cultures move in. There is a lot of diversity here in our neighborhoods, which is nice, though there is a lot of crime and that can sometimes make you feel uneasy. We are located right across the harbor from downtown, so the view at the park is incredible and a short walk to the train stop and the entire city is accessible.
The aesthetic of East Boston is so worn and weathered, we do have brutal winters, so that might have something to do with it. But with the buildings looking so exhausted and six gray months a year, I dream of being almost anywhere else for all of that time. The prices in Boston are expensive, even in our neighborhood. For us, a two bedroom, which would still be too small for us, would cost around $675,000. So, we stay renting for now, always talking of leaving the city and never being quite ready to do so.
Seven years ago, we drove up to this 100-year-old, white house with navy shutters, and I said, “no, no, no” and he said, “just one year!” We had recently moved across the country from California and with the crash of the housing market out there we had short sold our home. We weren’t in a position to buy seven years ago, and he promised only one year. (So, there’s that to add to the bad fashion sense and accents.)
But really, we spend approximately 2 hours a year, commuting. We both are at work and back home within 6 minutes. Not a moment of our life is spent in mindless travel on the road, and that is valuable to us.
I’ve wanted to leave here more times than I could count, but God doesn’t always make you take one path or another, sometimes He just has you sit, and be still. I wasted the first four years arguing with Him about how I needed to be elsewhere, different city, same city different neighborhood, it didn’t matter. I just couldn’t find joy where I was at. And so He sat me there, until I could figure out how to be content, which I haven’t learned completely, but I have learned that pasting wallpaper up on a wall sure helps a little. And traveling often.
If I could, I’d gut the place and bring back the original charm that had to have been here before the landlord remodeled it into what it is now. It’s incredibly hard to make a rental place feel like home, but this is the place that is the stage for my children’s childhoods. So, no bright yellow wood flooring or a bathroom in my kitchen is going to ruin that for me. It’s been about taking all of the other spaces that I could pour some whimsy into and making them feel like us.
When decorating, I don’t try to stick to a theme, but I do hope to bring cheeriness into our house since the outside feels so dreary for such a large portion of the year. Color brings me to life, and I hope that it sets up a backdrop of the kids’ memories, making them feel that they grew up in a world that was filled with color, especially since their mother tends to dip into depression or sit in melancholy for periods of time.
The children are my inspiration, the years of them having toys is so short, and there are so many gorgeous handmade toys out there. It’s become a hobby finding beautiful gifts for the kids, that they not only love to play with, but that look good on a shelf. Having their toys being a focal point in our home lets the kids know that what they love and the things that are important to them also have value in our eyes. I don’t have to ask my kids to put their toys away, as if they’re something that needs to be hidden from sight.
My husband works shift work, though he is now in management for the maintenance department, three days on four days off, four days on three days off. Always 12 hours, noon to midnight. We live 3,000 miles away from my family and an 8-hour drive from his. It’s just us, doing life together. And because of that we have to make a lot of adjustments that steer us away from being a typical work-week family.
I always have to fly on his days off — alternating our schedules is convenient because we don’t have to pay for a nanny or childcare, and the children get solid one on one time with their father, which is invaluable for them and such a gift that most children are not privy to. But it also can be tiring as both of us feel the wear of a full-time job and full-time single parenting, often times going 14 plus days before we have a day off together.
Now, I am writing this having been gone from work on a leave since before having Clementine, meaning we’ve had over a year together. So at this current moment we are completely spoiled and beside ourselves with the gift that all of this time together has been. Some days, when the witching hour kicks in again, I think that the ideal situation would be to have a spouse come home around 5 so we could tag team the evening chaos, but really what we have is more than good enough.
Traveling with kids is one of the best things I think you can do as a family. Sure, it’s a lot of work, but so is going grocery shopping with them. At home you’ve got the thought of cooking and cleaning and you always have work on your mind. All of the facets of your normal life are cleared away when you’re traveling. I feel I mother better and deeper while out traveling because I’m not preoccupied with anything other than my kids and the adventure at hand. We get more cuddle time in hotel beds, special conversations on road trips. I feel it gives my kids a sense of who Sam and Lindsey are, not just who their mom and dad are.
Traveling together has certainly made us closer as a family and it also makes us feel closer to the rest of the people we share this earth with. You can go anywhere from Israel to Iceland and find that people and families are just like you. Filled with love and passions, and most of them are filled with kindness too. I think that’s important for my children to learn, there is a common thread to every soul — we have just been given life in different areas around the globe.
Visiting amongst different cultures and landscapes is extraordinary; different sights and smells, languages and weather, but there always remains just one type of people: people who are looking to be loved. Everyone, everywhere, feels that need, and I hope my children learn that and never let go of that.
The goal for a long travel day is always to have well behaved kids, right? It certainly gets easier the more the child is exposed to the proper etiquette of checking in, security, and the actual airplane ride. We are a tablet free household, we save that screen time for when they’re on the plane. And because my kids look forward to that device time, they sit quietly and play. My tip would be to make your child take a break from the device for a couple weeks before you travel and talk about how they will get it back on the airplane, really build it up like it’s a special treat.
I think a lot of parents don’t really communicate what an airplane is to their kids, I mean a flying machine that transports you from one place to another, it’s hard to swallow. I’m almost certain that my children as toddlers thought we just sat on a plane for hours and never really went across the globe.
Anyway, really going over the safety demo cards with the kids is crucial because it gives them awareness of the fact that they’re in a moving vehicle and that being safe is the most important part of flying. There is never any arguing about sitting with a seatbelt on for 6 hours and not getting to run up and down the aisle because they can grasp the full picture of the environment that they’re in.
I’ve seen a lot of parents go overboard with packing a whole bag of brand new toys to introduce the child to throughout the plane ride and once, a woman who brought two pans and a bag of sand for her kids to play with. Sand! I’m sure you can imagine where that all ended up! Aside from their iPad time, we have paper for drawing and coloring books and travel sized chalkboards. And, I do think it’s okay and even good for kids to learn to sit bored for a little while.
I wish someone had told me (and I had listened!) how much seeing myself as a mother would make me dislike myself. It’s like holding a mirror up to all of my really ugly faults: the times I fail them with my tendency to be too quick to anger, the times where I can’t see past my own worries to help them with their own, the times where I only listen half-heartedly, when I rush them along; when I shush them when it’s not necessary.
I wish someone would have let me know that my motherhood would be filled with evenings of crawling into bed, exhausted from the day, thinking that the children were the ones making the chaos louder than I could bear, and then realizing it’s me. My expectations are set too high. They haven’t failed me on those days, I have failed them.
I hope my kids remember how often they played in this house, I hope that they give credit to these years in these walls as being the springboard for their imagination and all their first dreams. I hope they remember that they were never without us, and that family time was abundant, and our days together were rich and long and safe.
I hope they look back and know how much they were loved, but maybe more importantly I hope they know how well they were loved. They can certainly forget how many times their mother said to pick up their mess (she can be quite the nag). And I hope they forget about my sadness here, it’s quite the conundrum, being so deeply sad amidst the people who make you the happiest.
I already miss their tiny bodies and being able to carry my boys. I miss the mispronounced words and the obsession with trains. I’ll miss the handprints on the fridge and the beds that never got made correctly, all of the little signs that my favorite people lived here amongst me.
My favorite thing about living with my kids is having the privilege of watching them become who they are. The love for them, from the second they were laid on my chest to now, makes me feel like my heart could burst wide open — all four chambers filled to the brim with love for my four babes. To be able to hold hands with little people while they know nothing of the cruelness of the world and try to fill them up with the belief that they’re good and they can help spread goodness. The whole world will tell them what they can’t do, but I have the privilege of telling them and helping them see all that they can.
I’m also smitten with living amongst such pretty toys, I’m so thankful I have at least ten more years of toys on shelves. And ten more years of shopping for toys to put on shelves.
Thank you, Lindsey!
I love the idea of taking a house and filling it with color and pattern to combat the sometimes grey and dreary city scape outside. And I really love the idea of buying beautiful toys to decorate with. You know the toys are going to be all over the house anyway, so you might as well pick some pretty ones, right?
I also really loved what Lindsey said about traveling being difficult, but so is grocery shopping. Isn’t that the truth? So many activities are hard with kids, so why not embrace the idea that travel might be tricky (especially at first) and just go for it! It get’s easier over time and you get the added bonus of seeing the world.
Are you and your kids avid travelers? Or do you tend to stick closer to home? What are some of your best travel tips? How have you made seeing new places, wether they are 100 or 1000 miles away from home, part of your family life?
The clementine wallpaper
Dining room wallpaper
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61 thoughts on “Living With Kids: Lindsey Daigle”
Your house is awesome! A good friend of mine lives on Webster Street in East Boston, up the street from a lovely park on the water. Your wallpaper is awesome.
We also have been living 7 years in a place that was supposed to be a temporary solution and I’ve been frustrated that it has been the stage for my children’s childhood.
My kids have never been on a plane – my oldest (12) has food allergies and I’m really frightened of being trapped on a plane in an emergency. I think I’m more scared about being on the plane than being in a foreign country with food allergies.
Hi Melissa – my son (10) has food allergies. I understand that fear. We bring all his own food for plane rides and we have never had a problem. Sometimes that means eating Goldfish and drinking ginger ale for 8 hours but he’s no worse for it! Also, you can bring epi pens, inhalers, etc. onto planes. Some people ask plane staff to ask people in surrounding seats to not eat certain foods, depending on allergies. Each airline has different policies. We love Jet Blue – they are the only plane snacks we allow him to eat because they are nut free, including the cookies. In airports, I would stay away from prepackaged sandwiches or anything you have never bought before. For foreign countries, we print out allergy cards in the local language – if you google it, you can find free ones that you can make. These have worked great – plus we stick to simple food, grocery shop when we can, etc. Staying in an Airbnb or something similar can be a great way to have your own kitchen vs. being in a hotel and having to eat out all the time. Or look for hotels with kitchenettes – even at places like Disney World, you can find these and it’s so helpful to be able to eat breakfast in, come back for lunch, etc. I wish you well!
Hi Melissa! We frequent the same park as your friend! The world is small :) I’m sorry you’ve been sitting in your not ideal place. It’s so tough. I’m sure our kids will only look back on the good we gave them and not all the “good” we wished we had. Like Liz said, airplanes are super aware of nut allergies now days. I actually fly for jet blue and we do go to great lengths to accommodate the nut free family by talking with the three rows in from and behind them. And we take out serving any snacks that are also made in a place that processes nuts. I get it though, you really never know the unknowns, especially when it’s a situation that can be dangerous. Also, all airplanes have epi pens, so worst case scenario, they’d have you taken care of.
Thank you so much for your detailed and encouraging responses!
So true about color being important in grey New England winters! And you’ve done it so playfully and whimsically too.
(Also what a blast from my childhood, that line-up of classic American Girl dolls on the shelf… ten year old me is drooling…)
Oh thank you! Are you in New England?
Yes, my ten year old self, as well. Samantha was mine, and the others were given to me by my best friend who doesn’t have children of her own. I would have been in Heaven had they all lived at my house as a child!
I love your daring wallpaper!
Thank you! I’m always thinking of more walls that could use a sheet of it ;)
Color, color, color, color, I love it! And the deep tones of the color you’ve chosen for your home is so rich, stimulating and inviting. Thank you for sharing!
Thank you, Lena!
It means a lot!
All the colors are amazing! I love the wallpaper choices! I almost feel chicken to put wall paper up on my home, and we own! I admire your boldness to decorate with relish and add color to all the nooks and crannies!
I cried reading your words — it really resonated how your wrestled with God to move you, and knew it came down to finding joy right where you are. I feel this acutely now. I guess I have to sit for a while, too.
Thanks, Annie! It really does take a surge of bravery to use such bright/bold colors and wallpaper. I feel it’s like having kids, you won’t regret it once you have them, but it is daunting going forward with making that big leap!
I’m sorry you can relate, I suppose it’s nice to know we are not alone, and that maybe, while we sit, He can have his arms wrapped around us. No need for us to be sad in the waiting.
What a colorful and vibrant home! So beautiful! Thanks for sharing (and I am totally coveting your vintage Fisher-Price figurines!)
Thank you, Betsy! I was lucky to find some at some flea markets, but eBay is where I have found the most luck!
Wallpaper! AND Molly, Samantha, and Kirsten! Tell me that they are yours from the 80’s and we can be BFFs!
Hi Carolyn! Samantha was mine, and my childhood best friend doesn’t have children of her own, so she gifted them to my girls. It’s pretty sweet because they are all the dolls I played with as a child! Looks like we can be BFFs!
“I wish someone had told me (and I had listened!) how much seeing myself as a mother would make me dislike myself. It’s like holding a mirror up to all of my really ugly faults: the times I fail them with my tendency to be too quick to anger, the times where I can’t see past my own worries to help them with their own, the times where I only listen half-heartedly, when I rush them along; when I shush them when it’s not necessary.” YES. I feel this way ALL the time as a mother and admire your vulnerability. Thank you for articulating how painful it can be to see your faults magnified constantly. I’m trying to give myself more grace and realize that I can change and every day is a chance to start over and try again <3
Oh Natalie! Wish I could hug you! I’m sorry you feel the same way, but you’re right. Giving grace to ourselves is important and continually working to be the best mothers we can be is the best we can give our kids, after all.
I really relished this tour. Thank you! <3
Thank you, Anna, that is so sweet of you!
What a wonderful house, the colors! I love that the children’s things are on display. I imagine that even on a chaotic day, with toys strewn around it looks just as lovely and inviting. It feels like the children are seen and heard and invited to live as children. Oh what a wonderful breath of fresh and invigorating air this house gives. I’ve scrolled the pictures at least three times today – and I may be back for more – thank you Lindsey for this bright spot!
Nan, you’re too kind! Thanks for reading!
I totally agree with the kids staying seated and belted for the whole flight. My girls never even knew that it was an option to get up and walk around. So they never asked. And we travel a lot. My husband and I are both in the restaurant business so we sympathize with the flight attendants trying to get their work done without littles and their parents wandering around. Also, totally agree with making travel the “special occasion” to allow unlimited screens and snacks. Live it up on the plane!!
Love that you guys travel a lot! The sympathy is totally appreciated from all of us in the sky, trust me!
Lindsey, what a beautiful home! I love all of your colorful and whimsical touches. You have truly made your rental house a gorgeous home. My three children are grown, and though we raised them in lovely homes, I was always wishing for a different kind of house. In retrospect I regret that I couldn’t simply fall in love with the houses that we were living in. (Keep working on loving where you live!) After reading your post I realize how much I miss having toys on our shelves! (But I still have all of the children’s books!)
Thank you Ellie!
I’m happy to hear you still have your children’s books! I will keep trying to love where I live, thank you for the encouragement!
I love all the toys and books! I spy some wonderful ones in the pictures–do you have any favorite sources/authors/makers?
Thank you, Andrea! I certainly do, though off the top of my head, it is hard to think of some! Let me get you some links, though!
One Hundred Things To Spot
Those are just four books we happen to love, but if you check out the list at the bottom of the page of where Customer’s who bought this also bought… that brings up a lovely trail of other picture books. It is always how I happen upon a new one that I love! Good luck finding some treasures!
I love this house!! Color and happy things everywhere!
Thanks, Melissa! That’s so kind of you to say!
As a new mom – I love this sentiment! “To be able to hold hands with little people while they know nothing of the cruelness of the world and try to fill them up with the belief that they’re good and they can help spread goodness. The whole world will tell them what they can’t do, but I have the privilege of telling them and helping them see all that they can.”
Thank you for sharing your beautiful home and your beautiful thoughts.
Yes! What a beautiful sentiment indeed! Brought tears to my eyes as I’m sitting at my desk at work, missing my three little ones (who I will inevitably want desperately to just go to bed about 15 minutes after I get home…and then when they finally do, I’ll go right back to missing them!)
Thanks for such lovely words on being a parent.
This. I rarely comment, but your beautiful home and writing required this from me! So happy you are working on a book. First, your home is so thoughtful and lovely. Second, you’re a wonderful mama to your 4 littles. Oh, how I wish I had those days back. My children are all grown. I do love each phase of my life, but the years of them growing and becoming who they are today was my FAVE part of life. Beautiful little story of your life! ❤️
thank you, Tammy! Thank you for writing to me! It’s a sweet reminder to enjoy these days since they were your favorite. I have no doubt they will also be mine!
So refreshing! Love Lindsay’s happy, original eye for things.
Lindsay, dear. That was so lovely and honest. What a beautiful home and life you have created. I too think kids should be allowed to be ‘bored’ – how can they learn to dream otherwise? Also, please keep writing. I would read what you write and I daresay others would as well.
oh, Kelly, you made me cry! Thank you for the sweet encouragement, I appreciate it more than you could ever know.
And I agree, how could they learn to dream? You said it so perfectly, perhaps you ought to write yourself!
Loved your home and the sentiments you expressed about being a mother. I totally agree! I loved your beautiful toys as well. I do have a question: how do you deal with your children wanting or being given toys that aren’t quite as beautiful as the rest? (i.e. plastic, horrible television related toys) Thank you!
Thank you, Jenny!
The (ugly) toy thing is always an issue, sadly. We have tried and tried to say our preference in toys for the children, but when people give, they give out of love, so it’s hard to push too hard on the subject without offending people. So, those that give plastic and battery operated toys just end up donating to the Good Will in addition to giving our kids a couple weeks of playing with that toy. Shhh. Don’t tell them ;)
Bright, beautiful home! I’m a bold color lover as well. Please tell me about your large b/w images. Are they framed? Thanks
They are framed, printed from Costco and then I found the frames at Michaels! Hope this helps!
Loved all the books and toys. Could you share who is the maker for those rainbows?
Hi Beatriz! The maker of those rainbows is Grimms Spiel Holz. You can find them easiest at Thewoodenwagon.com or off of Amazon! They’re totally worth the price!
Wauw Lindsey – what a home to grow up in! Love it – and love your thoughts and honesty around being a mum. Think this must be my favorite ‘living with kids’ so far … and I will steal your idea with the plates on the wall! (As a bonus that will give me a good excuse to go to fleamarkets!) Can I ask you how you hang them up? I have one hanging, but that one is made for it with holes in the back …
Hi Ditte! So happy to hear I could inspire you to shop more, even if it is just for plates! But truly, they’re like displaying art, so I think it’s a grand choice!
I buy these wall hangers off of Amazon.
You just use the adhesive to stick to the plate for a few hours and then it is good to hang!
Oh and regarding travelling with kids … my best advice: let go of rules! Obviously not the rules of having to sit down, be well behaved etc., but rules about screen time, what they eat etc. I have been flying quite a bit, sometimes alone with them, (but no more than 3 hours on the plane) with two babies / toddlers, and books, my telephone (to play games on, we don’t own a tablet) a few small toys and a bag full of cookies and snacks that I have let them roam somewhat free on has always made the trips easy. Now when they are bigger they are always allowed to buy a magazine in the airport too (the kind with riddles, cross words puzzles etc. for kids), and that can easily fill out an hour in the plane …
I agree! And I love the idea of them picking out an activity magazine once at the airport! thanks for the inspiration!
I neve would have guessed your home was rented as the wallpaper and pops of color have made it all your own. I have never had the courage to stray from our white rental wall and admire those who do :)
It’s daring to do so, because we will have to undo everything when we finally leave! I admire those homes with a clean, white aesthetic. I’m sure your’s is lovely.
I would LOVE to know the emerald/teal beautiful paint color!
Hi Amy! For some reason, it’s not printed on the label of the paint can receipt sticker. But it is Glidden! Sorry if that’s not helpful enough!
I really loved this post. It’s a beautiful home, and I felt your sentiments about God teaching you contentment (He’s been working on me also) and how parenting magnifies our flaws.
thank you , Laura! Glad to hear I’m not alone, but I hope we realize our flaws are being used to mold our children for His glory!
“it’s quite the conundrum, being so deeply sad amidst the people who make you the happiest.“ Gosh I can relate to this so much. I have the most beautiful life, family, job, but I can’t shake the sadness that comes and goes as it pleases.
Your writing is beautiful, thank you so much for sharing. Color is a balm to me as well. I think we would be great friends.
Hi Heather! I love that we have so much in common! Kindred souls, indeed!
Gorgeous home. I am also a “beautiful toy” lover! It’s so hard to resist. :-)
Color, color, everywhere. This makes my heart happy.
So happy to love toys alongside you, Sarah! Thank you!
After taking the time to read the words beautifully written, the pictures and Lindsey’s ability to share her life I realize that she is such as special blessing to have in our family. The fun times with her when she was a baby, a toddler, as a young beautiful sweet, and good niece, a beautiful bride on her wedding day are cherished. Miles away we send out love and appreciation for the person she has become. All evidenced in bright color, a home to love. Focus on what she has and not what she doesn’t have. Our hearts swell with pride.
I love you so much, Aunt Barbara! These words mean everything to me!
I’ll be seeing you towards the end of November! Stay well till then, for me!
Beautiful home! Can you tell us about the rugs? In particular the bright red one and the sort of faded pink one and the white one with diamonds (ok, all of them) :). Just moved into a new home in a cooler climate and trying to keep the 8 little feet in my life warm.
Hi Sarah! I have bought all of them from Rugs USA, they usually have crazy good sales and they all have held up well with children and spills and crawling, wrestling and running across them!
Enjoy your new home!!!