A Fire. On My Face.

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These are our weekend photos and we wore the same outfits for 2 days in a row! Soon we’ll be dousing ourselves in perfume oil sans bathing. Marvelous! More lipstick! 

What’s the sound of one hand clapping? The same sound as cutting food one-handed with a knife these days. Baby is on the lap now at every meal time. Everyone got their food at the restaurant and started eating as I stared longingly at my bacon, fig, goat cheese burger. Then in a fit of starvation, I futilely shanked the burger with one hand until Chris offered to cut it for me so I could eat it. 


It was half-caff vanilla iced mini cup but MAN-O-MAN!!! It’s been a year of no caffeine! I had half of this small cup and my eyelashes were on fire all day! I read 5 children’s books to Grant in 7 minutes. The day ended in a mild headache. It was glorious. 

Have a wonderful start to your week! 



Decor Updates
I’m posting on Mondays + some more nowadays. Today, after months on a wait list, I’m co-hosting Ashley of the Grits Blog’s “Little Friday” linkup. Ashley just lost her beloved dog and I’m sending her lots of love. 

Well…this is what happens when you are breastfeeding in the dark at 2 a.m., you troll Pinterest and fantasize you’re in one of those gorgeously decorated rooms. These pieces are completely overdone and so of course, I love them and must have them.

I see something 4 times = I covet.

You may recognize the rug from my profile photo background. P.S. I’m standing in that photo and only later realized it looked like I was lying down. It’s the West Elm Souk Rug. Well, funny thing…this was taken at a WEST ELM! HA! Please don’t turn me in, they would probably want to sue me or something for using their store in L.A. as my photo location. Look, honestly we just took the photo for the great lighting and it ended up being a good pic! Yes?

Campaign dressers remind me of something my grandparents may have. I want one in white! You can find some Ikea Hacks for making one of your own. A double would be really cool for a changing table. People do cool refurbishes of Craigslist finds. That’s something I may have done before a baby but unless I can breastfeed a wooden dresser into white laquer, I’m going to have to buy one this way. 

These Turkish Kilim pillows are SOOOO pretty and there are a bazillion color combos and patterns to choose from. I “favorited” some on Etsy and the shop owner of Ottoman Dream contacted me saying he’d give me free shipping if I ordered a few of them. Note to self: favorite anything I may want to order!

I’m pretty sure you can find a good sheep skin throw at Ikea too.

The pouf. OK, so it’s official, Morraccan is IN. From rugs to these pretty ottomans/extra seats. I love when they pair these with a glider in a baby room. They come in tons of colors. You can find deals on ETSY.

The chairs? Chris would DIE. This will never happen in our home. 

P.S. I just loaded this new design. There are some bugs I’m working out. If you find some, please let me know! Thanks!! XO


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First Words

untitled-8100087“Hey, your baby’s only 2 months old!” 

He’s part Asian (Korean), so this first word is pretty obvious. It is “GI.” BAHAHAHA. It is the word for that white two-piece outfit you wear in Karate. Although Karate is Japanese, it IS Asian so I totally get him. 

We’ve heard this word a handful of times. He seems to say it when he is angry. It may  be some kind of superhero thing where he calls for his fighting costume when he’s mad. Wow, he’s got such a great imagination. 

It could also be the costume he wants for Haloween. That would be pretty cool too.

P.S. I’m a red belt in Tae Kwon Do but from when I was 16 years old where I only sparred with 12 year old boys who were my size. At first they didn’t want to hit a girl…until they started getting beat up by me, a chunky teenage girl with flying fists, in front of their dads. Our mom made us do martial arts so we could annihilate any possible assailant. I don’t think my husband knows this and I want to keep it that way. 

Blackfish And An Ellovi Giveaway

untitled-8030052untitled-8030065 untitled-8030060 untitled-8030067 untitled-8030072My friend, Sona came over this week. She brought over some of her homemade gluten free, dairy free, seed bars full of almond butter and coconut oil (crack). Well, Chris took a photo of us together and I’m not going to say which one of us looked like Shamu (me).  So I couldn’t embarrass Shamu and had to embarrass some other people instead. 

P.S. The weight count is 15 pounds to go. Yay!

Since clothing is low on my Maslow’s list of womanhood at the moment, I’ve been scouring design blogs, Instagram profiles and Pinterest for all non-clothing desires. Mexican blankets are cool again since the Turkish and Moraccan styles are in as well. Some design sites have curated Mexican blankets for $$$ but you can find some awesome ones like this here. I’m going to use this as a picnic blanket and take way too many photos using this as a backdrop and pretend I only took like 3.

Charlie was watching us take this photo and then I remembered the sombrero we bought him in Cabo a year or so ago. YES. 

I’ve been seeing Ellovi all over the web on my favorite blogs and so I’m excited to be a part of a giveaway hosted by Ashley of The Grits Blog.   

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Hair Envy

untitled-7270252 untitled-7270272 untitled-7270276 untitled-7270282I forced myself to attend a breastfeeding support group at a place called The Pump Station and Nurtury this week. DO THIS! YOU WILL BE SO HAPPY YOU WENT (if you are breast feeding).

I crash the class late. Grant was hysterical from the car ride and I wanted to calm him before entering the room. I’m asked to introduce myself by the lactation consultant and to share one good thing that happened this week. 

“I got to go to the mall and shop for clothes for my husband! My baby didn’t even cry the whole 2 hours there! I had so much fun.” 

It’s received by some blank smiles.

Oh LORD…they proabaly said things like, “I set my alarm for 2:30 a.m. and pumped 8000 oz. of breast milk last night.” Or, “I finally let myself take the first shower in 2 months but it was only 2 minutes so that I didn’t take away from baby time, plus we are in a drought.”

Scanning the room, I see I’m not the only one whose kid scratched his own face to bleeding on the way here.

I’ve never seen so many different kinds of bras and “clothed” feeding techniques. One lady had a bra with the nipple area sort of cut out. It was like a eye looking for her son. Homemade? Maybe. Brilliant? Yes. Does it sound like I’m a starer? Yes and I proudly caught some stares in my direction too. One lady wanted to know where I bought my “super cute shirt perfect for breast feeding.” “Oh, this old thing? It’s from Marshalls’ juniors section from a million years ago (but it looks like Anthro).” 

I was a “low producer” so hearing the “showoffs” with the huge breasts saying how there was so much milk that it’s falling out all over the place or choking their children to death is like hearing some kind of urban legend. I halfway don’t believe it and I sort of want to see it.

The baby to my left was surely wearing a black wig. The kind that sports fans wear at games. That super thick, you don’t have a prayer for seeing scalp type of look. The baby to my right had a puff of blonde hair that stood up like a hand at the back of his head, as if mocking Grant and I. I compulsively flail hair compliment grenades in every direction with encouraging responses that my kid’s will come.

I was relieved to see my baby wasn’t the only one who wasn’t speaking yet.

I dodged the ladies with “friendly friendship eyes” because I am moving very soon yet again and don’t want to set anyone up for a disappointment (specifically me). Of course I would never want to leave Santa Monica once I was friends with these awesome, cute, funny, fashionable, sweet moms.