I don’t just like this toothbrush, I LURV it and I think you will too! Check out this post to see why Smile Brilliant’s new cariPRO is killing the competition.Read More
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Let’s be honest. Kids make some of the most simple daily errands seem like a Herculean task that might actually cause a nervous breakdown. So if leaving the house to get a loaf of bread seems as daunting as a marathon, read this and laugh because you are NOT aloneRead More
I excel in throw on and go clothing. Seriously, ain’t nobody got time to spend on getting ready. But looking cute and feeling good in your wardrobe is attainable for even the laziest of fashionistas.Read More
So here's the thing. Layers, they're great... they look awesome... but ain't no-one got time for that. When it comes down to it, I'm wearing easy clothes, outfits that require little thought. Clothes that I can throw off when I need to nurse or get a hormone hot flash. Yes, those happen. This jean and bootie combo has been a favorite of mine lately, see last weeks ootd post. I wear my trusty Felicity Nursing Tanks from Target under every damn thing. The tanks aren't online right now, but I've still seen them in the stores. They are 25.99 and rock my world. Buy. TONS. This is the outfit I've pretty much been living in when leaving the house, my sweater probably needs a wash, but I just keep spraying it with Tubby Todd Mama Spray in the hopes that no one will be able to tell it's been days since I last bathed... Cheers to that!!!
Happy Taco Tuesday/Valentines Day!! Talk to me about your mama uniform in the colder months!? I wanna know!
Oh my god, she's back again. Excuse my 90's reference. As a nearly 33 year old, I am wholeheartedly embracing my old-ness. Plus, that song still kicks ass 20 years later. I started blogging 10 years ago because it was fun. Then stopped because it was un-fun. Then started again. Then stopped, ah-gain. I've now done this a handful of times, wrestled with if it mattered and who cared... Then came to the conclusion, that I missed the creative outlet and will continue to blog when it's fun. Moreover I've decided to embrace the roots of my blog and talk clothes. Fashion. My original true love.
The idea of what dressing up means has changed for me. Having kids has something to do with that, but my time in SoCal has schooled me the art of casual dress. This look is fun, right!? What I love about my Storq dress is that while I look put together and dare I say "dressed up" the truth is, I'm in a stylish nightgown or at least that's what it feels like and I can throw it in the wash. That my friends is the goal. Comfort. Ease. Also, if you've been debating a shaggy coat, I say go for it. You will not be sorry.
1.Fjallraven Kanken Daypack 2. JEM + BEA | Amber 3. Hatch | The [anti] Diaper Bag 4. Marc Jacobs | Biker Baby Bag 5. Lily Jade | Madeline 6. Rebecca Minkoff | Knocked Up Diaper Bag 7. Fawn Design 8. Petunia Pickle Bottom | Boxy Backpack
So here's the thing. When I first had Roc, I never carried a diaper bag. I personally didn't find it necessary to carry anything more than my regular purse. Armed with a single diaper, a small pack of wipes, and some burp cloths I was good to go. I always had a bigger bag in the trunk of my car with more diapers, wipes, and a change of clothes as a back up! Now as Mister got bigger it became painfully obvious that I needed something more. Snack pouches, diapers, toys, more snacks, and more toys... Sound familiar!? My purse was becoming a disaster and I found that I was having a hard time finding my wallet, keys, and phone amongst the wreckage.
Enter Fawn Design. OBSESSED. Shoulder bags are not really my thing for all the time, they are heavy and start to hurt. So when I found this adorable company based out of Utah that made the chicest shoulder/backpack everyday bags, I realized the world has come a long way from the traditional, cutesy bags of the past.Photos via Kelsey Erin Photography
So this bag is sort of perfect for my style, no!? I love all the pockets and the fact that it lays flat when you set it down so you can really see inside. Pockets!! Oh yes, all the pockets. This is the main difference, from purchasing a diaper bag vs a big purse. Having a spot for everything really makes life more organized. For me more organized = less scatterbrained = very happy momma!
I've found just a few bags that definitely go above and beyond in style and quality. Rest assured there is a bag for every kind of mom: sporty spice, posh spice, boho rock star spice [that'd be me if I was a spice girl]. There is a whole world of chic bags out there and one is bound to fit your vibe.
What kind of diaper bag do you carry? Any listed here? Tell me, Tell me!!!
[So grateful to have a lovely guest post written by childhood friend and fellow mommy blogger Kristen of Oy! Kristen. She's a genius. I love her. You will to.] I swear I am still eighteen. Living in the moment, messy hair, driving my mom's convertible around town and dreaming about the future. Dreaming about traveling to Europe, dreaming about what college will be like, dreaming about the possibility of marriage and eek - maybe even babies one day. But above all else, eighteen is for dreaming. And I still feel eighteen.
The thing is. I'm not.
I am twenty-eight, living in my hometown (how did I end up back here??), married, with a baby. The past ten years have been a total surprise, and a total relief. I have seen so many dreams come true. I have backpacked across Europe, married my dream mate, finished my degree, lived exciting stints in New York and Boston, completed ministry school, pursued creative career endeavors of all kinds (Acting? Check. Voiceover? Check. Writing? You're looking at it, checkedy check.) I have lived fully and I am proud of these elements that have been the building blocks of my young life. I've tried some hard things. I've boldly put myself out there in the world when I was actually feeling super scared and unsure in my heart. And I've seen success, although it never looks like how I thought it might. While success and accomplishment feel really good, putting myself in vulnerable positions over time has taught me to remain confident even through the toughest scenarios. For instance, the time I auditioned a monologue for one of New York's biggest casting directors. There was some sweat involved in that one, especially while I waited in silence for, no lie, about 60 seconds after I was finished to hear his response. I left the room and felt relieved, shocked, and excited. Proud of myself. I didn't get the job, but I did get the sense that by just opening myself up to that audition, I was doing something hard, something that would knock most people off their feet. And that pride really informed my journey. Until I really got knocked off my feet. By doing something many of you have probably done. I had my first baby.
My son is a wonder. His sunny hair and sweet eyes and easy smile, they have wholly captured me, heart and soul. There is nothing better in this world than holding him close when he just wakes up, feeling him snuggle into me a bit, and smelling his deliciousness. There is nothing better. He's given me the gift of motherhood, awakened me to a whole other element of what it is to be a woman. I am overwhelmed with gratitude for his precious life.
I am also really really tired.
Because my son is 19 months old now. Toddling around, far too curious about toilets, demanding lots of waffles. The past 19 months (plus 9 months, because pregnancy was definitely apart of the equation) have been exhausting, maddening, and constantly marked by this feeling of , "I don't know what I'm doing!" Of course you don't know anything when you're pregnant. And when you're in labor, you have no idea what you're supposed to be doing. Then the child comes out and needs all sorts of everything all the time, and you're like, "wait, is there a hand book on what I'm supposed to be doing? Get me a hand book!" And then they get bigger and when you've mastered their previous milestone and finally feel a millisecond of calm and "I've got this", everything changes again. Like everything. Big things like when they sleep and what they eat. It's kind of like being in the Hunger Games, trying to figure out where the next freaky phenomenon is coming from and when. Phrases like "reverse sleep cycling" and "what to do if..." fill your google searches, usually at about 3am. And while all of this is going on, you forget to do things like.
Bathe. Put on makeup. Wear normal clothes. Wear anything pretty. Wear anything clean. Perhaps brush your teeth. Or your hair.
Go back to work? Sure, tons of people do it. But things are never the same. It's like your brain has been snatched my aliens and you're walking and talking and acting human, but your insides are aching for what things were like before the baby came. And it's not the baby's fault. But the sense of identity has vanished. It's hard to decipher who you are anymore. You define yourself by the monotonous tasks that you do, day in and day out. So many diapers. SO many. And the schedule feels like a cage and your dreams seem like a faraway fantasy. That 18-year-old feeling that you identified with still rings true. But that 18-year-old suddenly seems very tired. And only interested in eating dinner while watching Netflix and then going to bed.
I want to propose to you that you're not supposed to be an 18-year-old dreamer anymore. And neither am I. I'm not supposed to long for the simpler days of the past. It's time to be the 28-year-old dreamer that I am. Dreamer and mother and lover of life. Because this gift of motherhood, while it defines me in so many ways, it shouldn't be defining. And the urge to dream up new dreams and look forward to the future? It's evergreen. Always emerging, in every season of life. I just have to stop longing for the old things to reemerge, I must seek out the new blooms, and recognize the season that I'm in. It's time to be my 28-year-old self, imperfect and yes, rather tired, and own up to the joy that it is to be a tired mommy while still having a very bright, unencumbered future laced with extraordinary opportunities. This vocation of motherhood doesn't define my life, it informs my life. I am lovelier for the child that I've had. And I will become lovelier still. And if you identify with any of the spazziness that I described, I promise that the greatest is still ahead of you, too.