The softest, most stylish pajamas I’ve ever had from Maison Du Soir. They pack up so small and and light. PERFECT for our upcoming vacation. Now I can stop dressing like a Yeti at least one night a week. This top will also be seen as daywear with jeans! HA!
Caudalie. Real eye/lip antiaging cream and I actually use it daily (probably because it was like a million dollars).
What are you spoiling yourself with? If not, what do you want!?
P.S. Did a quick overhaul yesterday of the design. Thought about it a lot and then sped through the nuts and bolts. Needs a bit of work but what do you think?
If it wasn’t for the no-way, wrap-around line at Party City on Halloween night, Grant would have been in a biker boy, tattoo sleeved costume because that was what was left in his size! HA! Luckily, Kmart next door had this bee costume.
I have had many fantasies of what I would feel like as a new mom. Then I saw many new moms sharing their stories and showing me that these fantasies were accurate. Hoorah! Well, I was disappointed for not feeling these things at the beginning of motherhood and all the time. It wasn’t depression. I was mostly focused on all the mechanics like feeding, changing, soothing, recovering myself and relocating. I’ve heard some moms experiencing this too. Well, all the joys I was anticipating are happening. I’m really excited. We have gone from surviving to enjoying life this week. Less THE WALKING DEAD and more FRASIER (my all-time favorite show).
I miss Grant (I’ve started to call him more by his name and less “the baby”) when he’s napping. I check in on him sleeping and wonder when he’ll wake so I can cuddle him. All those annoyingly sappy things that I have been praying for are happening.
Frasier. The way my life used to feel. Nerdy jokes, failing at being fancy (but not giving up) and even when there is something “bad” it’s not really that bad at all. Everything ends with a good laugh…usually at myself.
If you had to pick a sitcom that mirrored your life (or what you’d like it to be), which would it be??????
It’s Monday and right now we are MOVING to Orange County! While we’re rushing and vacuuming, I wanted to share some images that I feel so lucky to have. Lyndsey Yoemans, owner of Jack & Lola Photography, was in her last week of pregnancy and she was so generous to come to our home and take these photos for us at the three week mark. Really, if she hadn’t, this would not have happened.
Chris met Lyndsey and her husband years ago through mutual friends and I’ve been building a “web friendship” with Lyndsey via Instagram drooling, Facebook stalking and blog envying. I have admired her style and love seeing our other mutual friends’ photos on her beautiful website.
The first time we met was on this photo session and I already felt like we had been friends.
I love so many of them but here are a few.
When I look at these now, I see that his gentle personality and sense of humor were there all along. It just didn’t seem like it back then.
As I write this, he’s been napping for HOURS. Good. More packing time for me. After these marathon sleeps, he wakes up with 5 new skills and facial expressions. Have you seen the movie Orlando with Tilda Swinton? Well…SPOILER ALERT: Tilda’s character starts out as a he and after a long nap (hmmm around a few weeks or so) HE wakes up as a SHE! GAH! It’s not that dramatic around here but it’s close.
Sometimes you swear that you ordered something online. Ahead of time. With plenty of time. You email the vendor asking for updates and the responses seem to say that all is in order after 11 back and forths. Then you ask for the shipping number and she tells you that you haven’t purchased it yet but you need it tomorrow. DAH!
Luckily you live in LA where you can buy ANYTHING on this planet. There’s a sweaty warehouse called Moskatel’s in a seedy part of downtown and they have more ribbon than you could shake a stick at for your sister-in-law’s wedding.
No. I have that mom-brain that I was SO vehemently sure I had an immunity to.
I want to shed big, juicy, figurative tear of farewell to that part of my brain that used to remember everything. Adieu my friend. Adieu. Hopefully, until next time.
Perhaps I may no longer even be teased as a “know-it-all.” Drat.
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.
There are things that make you the devil when you’re a mom, like giving your kid formula or pacifiers or having them sleep in your bed. I’ve done all these things. In most jobs I’ve had, I’ve followed the straight and narrow book of goodie-ness but these past three weeks have been like Naked and Afraid (the TV show where a man and a woman are stranded naked together and have to survive for 3 weeks in a remote locale).
He’s slept in our bed. I’ve slept on the couch downstairs with him in the rocker by my side. He’s slept in a pack and play. I’ve slept with him breastfeeding on my lap…on my side in bed. Yes, sounds like a lot of sleeping…not really. Everything I read scares me so I don’t read much, I just sleep like a pirate with one eye open unless Chris is awake and has him.
It’s been 3 weeks since having the baby. At week 2 I lost at least 20 pounds (I gained a bit over 40 in total but stopped weighing at the end). I’ve hovered here.
I totally threw out my back right away and it’s coming back now-WEAR THAT BACK BRACE THEY GIVE YOU AT THE HOSPITAL. Appartently it’s not the Hollywood-get-your-Madonna-abs-back-tummy-shaper I assumed it to be.
My stomach is pretty flat, it just feels like there is a thick layer of Jell-O resting on top of 8-year-old girl abs BUT the abs ARE there now.
There is a light brown line (my linea alba isn’t alba) going down the center of my stomach from my ribs to my belly button and the belly button is unusually large/cartoony looking.
I’ll take it.
What made me insanely jealous and mad this week? My husband going out to lunch with people from work. Yes, this is a crazy cooped up new-mom lady these days. Chris has offered many times to watch the baby while I go out to do something fun but I’m scared to drive the “milk truck” away from home.
I have a little milk pumped in some bottles in the fridge but those are like my “if I go unconscious or there is a global emergency type of bottles.” They ARE starting to look like “mani and pedi freedom bottles/save your marriage bottles,” however.
Hey, you look at the cute baby and don’t care about all this stuff.
I will see you in a week!
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