Friday, January 30, 2015


Let's get right to it, shall we?
Here's what made me feel all twitterpated, smile contagiously, giggle uncontrollably, etc.

  • Elizabeth Graeber // I've said it before and I'll say it again, Elizabeth Graeber's work brings me so much joy! Whenever I feel like I'm in a creative slump, I turn to her whimsical and witty illustrations. There were a few times this week where I needed a little mental escape and I found myself browsing her website. The pink splash of color in this drawing, this loopy pattern, and these amazing stamps take the cake. Would it be too much for USPS to sell stamps like this?
  • Yellow Accessory Tray // Operation organization is still in full swing at our humble abode. The more colorful the better.
  • Blue Ikat Throw Pillow // I need another throw pillow like I need a hole in my head, but this bold blue is SPECTACULAR!
  • Hot Pink Skinny Belt // While picking up a thing or two at Wally World this week, I started thinking about how much I miss Target. Sigh. I was nostalgic about the colorful belts, cute scarves, delightful wrapping paper, the dollar bin, and home decor. If you frequent Tarjay, think of me the next time you take a trip. Pretty please?!
  • J.Crew New Arrivals // Have you seen the latest collection of new arrivals? Squee! I already professed my love for the Uptown Tote. I've also heard amazing things about the Tilly Cardigan. You know how I feel about this wardrobe staple.
  • Kate Spade Saturday // Speaking of new arrivals, Kate Spade Saturday also unveiled a slew of fabulous items. I'm crazy about this Abstract Cosmetic Case and the Zig Zag Two-Sided Card and Coin Pouch.
  • Brass Mini Snail // Attention all postal lovin' people!! You're going to want to add this precious snail to your desk.
  • Beautiful Print // This poster is such a terrific reminder. I could think of a gazillion different places to hang this.
  • African Vinyl Beads // A splash of hot pink is my preferred way to add some POP to the ol' mom uniform these days.
  • Striped Canvas D'Orsay Flats // A chic and classic flat that's under $16. You've got to be kidding!! Sign me up.

Cheers to a snazzy weekend! As always, thanks for stopping by.

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Thursday, January 29, 2015


Polka Dot Lady via Olimpia Zagnoli

THANKFUL FOR: Words can't express how grateful I am that I "met" Jen of Lemon Drop Love via the blog world. We started emailing when we found out we were both pregnant at the same time. We exchanged emails with similar worries, and she was incredibly patient with my untimely responses or lack thereof. Oops, sorry Jen! Shortly after both babies arrived, she emailed to check on Max and me. She kindly gave me her number and we began texting back and forth just recently. It turns out that she has been experiencing a lot of the same struggles with colic. When we realized that we were enduring similar obstacles, we started to exchange stories and tips. She's been an absolute godsend these past few weeks while Flyboy has been away, and I don't think I'll ever be able to thank her for the support she's offered me. Colic is one of those topics that can be really hard to discuss with people who've never dealt with the issue. It's been so refreshing to have someone to turn to that really gets it.

FEELING: My plucky pup's pill-popping days are in the past! Woo Hoo! In case you couldn't tell by the alliteration, I'm clicking my heels with joy. Over the last three weeks, all eighty pounds of stubborn sass continued to fight the good fight, but we managed to get through the remaining tablets successfully. With lots of creativity, I met her tenacity with all sorts of tricks. Some worked and some didn't. Her persistence was impressive, but all modesty aside, so was mine. It's what I like to lovingly refer to as the battle of the b*tches (pardon my French). Now that it's behind us, I think we both share a newfound appreciation and respect for each other.

THINKING ABOUT: My Facebook feed is typically filled with mom-related posts shared by friends and various blogs that I follow. While I should probably take the time to look at some of them —I could learn a thing or two—I'm usually too busy reading about Twitter feuds between Bravolebrities. Hey, sometimes I need a break from this whole mom gig! Anywho, I was scrolling through posts and statuses one evening and saw a link shared by Little Hip Squeaks. Have you seen this commercial? I'm really glad I took the time to watch it. Who knew a formula ad could be so powerful? At first you'll find it comical, but the end is what really surprised me. As a new mom, I've felt very self conscious about one of the major decisions I made for myself and Max. I've been hesitant to share my thoughts on the blog or confide in friends because I was afraid I'd be judged. For the majority of my pregnancy I thought I would breastfeed (Breast University Alumni represent!); however, weeks leading up to Max's due date I came to the conclusion that I would bottle feed. With hormones and stress at an all-time high, my migraines were out of control during the first and third trimesters. I went 39 weeks without my medication, and I wasn't sure I could survive any longer without it. I couldn't help but wonder how I could possibly take care of a newborn when my head was pounding? As I hemmed and hawed, I got all sorts of lectures as to why "breast is best" and my nurse warned me I'd never lose the baby weight if I didn't at least give it a shot. I couldn't help but take it personally when complete strangers would ask if I planned to nurse and they seemed disappointed or shocked by my honest reply. I felt like I couldn't be confident in my decision, especially when I saw ads plastered on buses and highway billboards that warned me my child may never be a genius because I opted to not breastfeed. My goodness, I suppose I'll just have to make more flashcards or something?! Ha Ha! Quite honestly, I never realized that it would take almost three months to come to terms with my decision to do what was best for me. When Max arrived and they placed him on my chest, I couldn't enjoy the moment because I was too caught up on whether or not I'd made the right call. I felt like I had to defend my decision to the nursing staff; it was overwhelming. Weeks later, I remember feeling embarrassed to whip out a bottle of formula at Starbucks. It seems ridiculous, but I felt like less of a mother because I wasn't nursing. Watching this commercial reassured me that there's no shame in doing what's best for you because in the end that's what's best for your baby. If people could only come together and support one another's decisions there wouldn't be any room for mom shaming and guilt. We're all just trying to do the best we can with what we've got.

LISTENING TO: I'm not entirely sure why I choose to listen to the iTunes Lullaby Station while Max naps throughout the day. Perhaps it makes me feel like I'm earning extra mom brownie points? Or could it be the key to long naps and productivity while he snoozes? Maybe I'm just a glutton for punishment? Yep, that's definitely it. By listening to the station, I've learned the range of songs they offer in lullaby form is quite extensive. Sometimes I'll hear a tune and it will stop me in my tracks. Some "tributes" are a lot easier to decipher than others. One afternoon I heard everything from Bob Marley's Get Up, Stand Up to Garth Brooks' Friends in Low Places. I started to giggle uncontrollably at the ridiculousness of the lullaby options available. Is this supposed to make it bearable for parents? Maybe it's a test to see if you're paying attention? Since when is Twinkle Twinkle Little Star no longer enough?

WATCHING: When Flyboy left, I promised him that I'd wait to watch any new episodes of Parks and Rec until he returned. It's been tough, but I've honored the agreement because I'm trustworthy like that. I just really feel like this past week was a test to see how vulnerable I am right now. Is it true that Tom and Donna reunite for a Treat Yo Self 2017? Oh. Em. Gee. This ought to be epic!!

EATING: I'm hosting a little baby shower/brunch on Friday for a friend, and I'm pretty pumped to prepare something other than soup or fish and roasted veggies. I plan to make this quiche and this granola for fruit and yogurt parfaits. Max and I are headed to the grocery store today to get the goods. I'm not sure what else I'll add to the menu, but I should probably get it figured out soon. 

READING: Don't tell this to anyone, but I've got two issues of Real Simple magazine that haven't even been touched. It's a travesty, but I hope to change that this weekend and get nose deep in the January and February issues. Nap time, anyone?!

LOVING: I had a J.Crew gift card burning a hole in my pocket and decided to pull the trigger on this Uptown Tote Bag in bright flame. It's schlep-tastic, which is precisely what you need when you carry around a bunch of miscellaneous baby gear. I'm especially excited about the snap closures, which allows you to fold in the sides. It's like I'm getting two bags in one.

Enough about me. How are you feeling today? What are you up to? Thanks for stopping by!!
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Tuesday, January 27, 2015



In recent weeks, I've found these posts have been rather popular on m' blog. And since it's also a great way for me to document this current season of life, I thought I'd make Life's Little Details a weekly feature. I hope you don't mind! In many ways, the picture-filled posts have been more frequent since Max arrived in October, so I suppose this was inevitable. Let's be real, I spend most of each day armed and ready with my camera, I might as well share some of my favorite moments with you.

I can't say much has changed since I checked in last week. We spend most of our time searching for the swell in The Rio. Quite honestly, some days that feat is a little easier than others. This whole colic thing continues to kick me in the patootie, but grins, giggles, and sweet moments with Queen Bee make it all worthwhile. Lately I've found joy in little things like assembling a birthday box for my sister, budding Hyacinths, hot pink garland, and an abundant amount of organization. I relieve any stress on my spin bike or creatively via Photoshop. I try not to let Max's crying get to me, but that's also easier said than done. In the last week, there have been moments that have tested my patience. Pretty pictures aside, how about some real talk? Hmm, where should I begin...

After waking up with a migraine Friday morning, I ran a few errands with Max. When we arrived home, I spilled my venti coffee all over the kitchen island while unloading groceries. I hadn't even taken a single sip. This was supposed to be MY special treat. Oy! Tripp proceeded to lay in the mess on the floor (erm, sticky and sopping wet!), and when I yelled at him to move, Max decided that was his cue to start wailing. It was one of those moments that leaves you scratching your head and asking, "Which fire do I put out first?" 

And then there was Sunday Fun Day—a day in which it's nice to slow down and relax, no? Naturally, I decided it might be fun to get some fresh air, take advantage of the sunny 70-degree weather, and burn a few calories, so I threw Max in his carrier and headed out for a long walk. At the halfway point, he lost it and began to kick and scream. I swear EVERYONE and their mother was outside walking their dogs or washing their cars. It was as though Max wanted to make his presence known to the entire Air Force base. Oh. Em. Gee. With no choice but to hide behind my sunnies and pick up the pace, the cries and kicks intensified. It was the kind of resistance training that no gym membership can buy. I don't think I've ever been so happy to unlock the front door and sit down to regain my composure. Nothing could make this child happy, so I placed him in his swing, turned up the white noise, and jumped on my spin bike for some sanity. Mind you, the pedaling was strictly so I could enjoy a stiff drink that evening without any guilt.

When I share snippets like this, I hope it doesn't come off as me being ungrateful or complaining over minutiae. I only divulge these tidbits with you because I know that life online can sometimes come across as though everything is sunshine and unicorns. Yes, I'm blessed, but life is also messy. I'm a new mom, and I can assure you I rarely have my $h!t together. Being mindful and finding beauty in the mundane is my only choice. Deciding to laugh about unfortunate events is optional but preferred for my own sanity. At the time, the aforementioned moments sucked the life out of me, but now they're humorous fodder for discussion. How's that for a win?

 How do you embrace life's messy moments?
P.S. When you dress your kid in a crab tee, his attitude may be a direct reflection of your wardrobe choices. Noted.
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