I can’t help myself – Wita’s straight-from-Hawaii tanned shoulders are just calling for these dresses on Gilt. Adorable, right?

Elephantito A-Line Sundress, $32
Toobydoo Rio Dress, $35
Toobydoo Rio Dress, $35
Coyuchi Swiss Dot A-Line Dress, $20
Sara Noelle Isabelle Dress, $45
Elephantito A-Line Sundress, $32

Shop Gilt Kids for some reeaaallllly cute stuff discounted up to 60% off. (Do it now so I won’t buy everything myself.)

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I’m currently engaging in packing list mania for our trip to Hawaii on Friday, but I thought I would share a few photos from the week. (Thanks to those of you whose photos I, ahem, borrowed from your Twitter feed.)

The set of The Sarah James Show. (Thank you, CafeMom Studios!)

Getting ready. (The second I saw my makeup artist’s perfectly organized space, I knew we would be BFF.)

Filming.

Getting ready to engage in some serious squats, pushups, and planks on camera.

A little photo bomb action from my producer, Robin Pelleck.

And speaking of Robin, she was beyond incredible. Minus the time she snuck up on me getting my legs “tanned,” since there was worry that my pale legs might blind the production crew, as well as future viewers.

And finally the piece de resistance. Let me be the first to tell you that working consecutive 12-hour days in front of the camera (and under the hot lights), can make you a little cuckoo. So cuckoo that you start conversing in fake accents and doling out your stupid human tricks to anyone who will take notice. For example, this little number.

Seriously.

After filming wrapped, I flew to Miami, where I hung out with old friends, met new ones, listened to fab speakers, and spoke on a panel with these fine ladies.

Susan of The Working Closet, Roxanna of Everyday Treats, Pam of Outside Voice, and Danielle of Foodmomiac and Sway Group

It was a great conference that ended with a little soiree at the Versace Mansion. Great peeps.

Great scenery. (Will you LOOK at that pool behind Kristen and I? Hello, intricately-tiled masterpiece.)

Dude, say it with me. “Seriously.”

Okay. Back to folding laundry and pretending my throat doesn’t hurt. See you next week!

Monday morning, I’m leaving California on a little adventure. First stop, New Jersey, where I will get the chance to film my very own talk show at CafeMom Studios. Totally crazy, but super exciting crazy. We’re filming ten episodes devoted to all the things I love to chat about – beauty, style, parenting, travel, fitness, organization, taking care of yourself, and we have some really fantastic guests lined up. I’m really excited. And nervous. But mostly excited. No, maybe nervous.

From New Jersey, I’ll be flying straight to Miami for Mom 2.0. I can’t wait! I’m speaking on a panel entitled, What Happens Now? Moving from ‘Mom Blogger’ to ‘Mom Who Blogs’: How to Transition Your Site, Brand & Focus with four lovely ladies. I’m nervous about that as well, but the New Jersey nerves are overriding the Miami nerves for the time being. I suspect that will change in about a week. Any chance I might see you there?

From Miami, I’ll be flying back to California for just a few days before our family takes off on a short vacation to Honolulu.

(Deep breath.)

(Can you imagine the sheer multitude of lists cluttering my desk right now? It’s uncanny, really.)

All in all, I’m beyond thrilled for the next few weeks, but I have to admit, up until now, 3-4 days away from my kids has been my max, and this first 7-day stint is going to be tough. I’m sure my jam-packed schedule will make the week fly by, and I really, really hope it feels the same way to my kids. I know a lot of you travel for longer periods than that (how do you do it?), but ugghhhhhh, I feel like it’s a long time for me to be away. The busy preparation of the past few weeks has kept my mind off leaving the kiddos, but that achy pang in the pit of my stomach has officially made itself known over the past day or two. Blergh.

Posting will be light over here for the next few weeks, but I’m sure I’ll be around my usual haunts, Instagram (whoorl) and my Facebook page. And speaking of my Facebook page, the recent conversations over there indicate to me that you all have varied opinions regarding Fifty Shades of Grey right now. All I can say is, seriously, STOP WITH THE INNER GODDESS TALK, MISS ANA. I can’t deal. (Also, I really hope my neighbor on the plane doesn’t peek at my Kindle because he/she will surely think I’m a porny porn peep.)

Wishing you a great few weeks! Talk soon. (Or as one freaky dude would say, “Laters, baby.”)