Monthly Archives: July 2014

Hair Envy

July 28, 2014

Baby favorites / Uncategorized

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.



I’m A Ninja

July 21, 2014

LIFESTYLE / Uncategorized

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Mall-4Chris had a rock bottom closet moment yesterday=it has been 2 years since we went clothes shopping and everything was faded and shrunken. 

We literally updated his wardrobe by purchasing the EXACT same clothes in today’s versions. Black polos are a bit longer now and blue shorts are a tad shorter. We are the same people. 

What did I buy? Nothing. Why? I’m a ninja.

I live in a black moby wrap on top of a Target black tank and Old Navy black maxi skirt that is super pilly. Chris said I need an attachment for a sword. 

I’ll buy some clothes in about 17 pounds. Yay.

Heaven Surprises

July 14, 2014

LIFESTYLE / Uncategorized

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P7130037 P7130028 P7060001What’s scary? Getting to heaven and finding out that aluminum antiperspirant is totally harmless to the body. That’s one of my greatest fears. All those years where I struggled though natural, virtually ineffective deodorants. The countless awkward hugs I had to give people where I kept my elbows pinned to my sides-the kind that make the other person self conscious of their breath. I look like a robot.

I have been using natural deodorants (not antiperspirant) for years since I started grad school for acupuncture where I was surrounded by healthy, smart hippies. In the past few years I’ve gone from dappling quitter to full-blown achiever. 

I don’t smell like patchouli or anything (no offense patchouli wearers). What’s patchouli? It’s what you smell when a blonde guy with bead adorned dreads and no t-shirt skateboards by you in Venice Beach, LA. It’s followed by a wisp of pot smoke. He’s wearing patchouli. Hey, I’m friends these people but I have my own repertoire of alluring scents that I’m attracted to. 

This is my current combo: deodorant, powder. It does the trick for about 4-6 hours in mild temperatures.

Here are some images of the week. I wore real deodorant TWICE, Jen took me to Rite Aid and we had more awesome visitors. I forget to take photos of everyone though (Kate).

Going to Rite Aid felt like NORDSTROM after 6 weeks of shopping for diaper powder online. I got makeup remover pads (for the 1 day a week I wear makeup), floss (2 for $10-WHAT!?), birthday cards, gift certificates (for gifts), the blue polish (Instagram), and 2 scoops of bad/good ice cream.

After coming home from little stints at sea when I was in the Navy I would often get takeout sushi to eat alone on the floor of the apartment where I lived alone. There’s no sitting on the floor nor much alone time on a ship. It was my piece of heaven, including antiperspirant.

Have you ever been away from some creature comforts for a bit? What was the first thing you wanted? 

Where’s My Hair?

July 7, 2014





This poor kid is wondering where his hair went. Ha! I’ve seen and heard about this hair loss that babies go through but our baby has his in male pattern baldness fashion. My mom told me that big foreheads in Korea mean good fortune. Remember the thick leg “luck” she shared with me? Any flaw can be whipped into a golden fortune. Well, except for thin earlobes. No hope for those people.

Blogging? Well, I live in a chair down by the river. No really, I live in a brown leather chair with ottoman in our living room, breastfeeding the baby for 30 hours a day with only one hand free at a time. Hey, do you see that chub? Yes, I’ll take credit for that. Hey, he was super skinny a few weeks ago and that mini double chin is a testament to me, the Dairy Queen.

Romance? I saw that it was National Kissing Day on Instagram yesterday (which I check about 14 times a day and I’m the one who likes your photo 3 minutes after you post it) so I wanted to participate and have a moment.

Why am I so happy? Each day I put zero to one expectations on myself (just feed the baby and maybe write a thank you card) . Plus wonderful friends and family visit with smiles and food! I need to take more photos of everyone. Thank you! This makes us feel less like bridge trolls! We take daily walks and every couple of days we even eat at a cafe down the street. 

Do you ever have days where you take all the pressure off yourself and throw to-do lists aside? I’m trying it for 3 months.

Happy Monday!! See you in a week!