Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Our Mornings, Right Now.
At 6am a little alarm must go off in Henry's mind, because the moment the clock strikes 6, it's as if he just knows to wake up. And as the mornings have become brighter and brighter, that wake up time has creeped back earlier and earlier. Most mornings he gets up and plays quietly, although other times he's in our bed, in our faces, "wake up, wake up, someone play with me!" And of course, we oblige. Then there's Charlie- usually sleeping until about 6:30 or 7, and waking up with a smile, always. He'll usually just sit up in bed and babble until we come in, and the second you open that door there's the biggest, happiest grin just beaming up at you. Henry calls him our sunshine boy.
Then the three of us play in the living room while Hank gets ready for work. Most mornings I'll make us all a big breakfast and we'll sit at the big table, but some mornings I'll throw some mini pancakes in the microwave for Henry and enjoy a quick and easy protein bar. It just depends on my level of tiredness (Charlie still isn't sleeping through the night regularly). But either way we'll eat together, soak up the 40 minutes before Hank goes to work, and then once he's out the door it's more playtime until Charlie's first nap or Henry's preschool drop-off, depending on the day.
Right now it's all about the little blocks of time that are separated by the big divides in our day- morning nap, preschool, playtime, lunch, afternoon nap, an hour 'til Daddy's home, 30 minutes...and so on.
I'm constantly reminded that our mornings won't always be like this, and if you look back at this post it's even more clear. My, how much has changed in two short years. I wonder what our days will look like in two more? So if you need me, I'll be right here, soaking up every second with my two little rascals, fitting in all I can between all of to-dos and to-gos, playtimes and naptimes. Reminding myself on those mornings I feel even more tired than usual that in the blink of an eye my babies won't be babies, and they'll be the ones rushing off in the mornings to school and friends' houses and doing all sort of big kid things we aren't doing now. It really is crazy how fast it all goes.
xoxo
*All photos edited with A Beautiful Mess Photoshop actions. I have a post coming up sharing some of my favorites- I've been loving playing around with all of them.
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
A Few Last Things V.2
A Few Last Things with Kat of Ramble Kat Ramble:
Last movie you really enjoyed: I would probably have to say Captain Phillips. The past few months have been really crazy and I found myself watching more TV than movies. Captain Phillips is the last movie I was able to not only sit down and really enjoy but it is the last movie that really got to me. It was not at all what I expected and the performance Tom Hanks gives is incredible, as always, especially in those last ten minutes. I almost could not handle it!
Last album you bought: I recently bought a box set of the first five Elton John Albums. I had somehow lost these at some point and I realized I missed them (how they were not in my iTunes is beyond me.) They are some of my favorite albums of all time and being able to listen to them again from beginning to end is just what I needed.
Last "me time" you enjoyed: While I normally consider going to yoga to me my "me" time, I am actually going to have to say that tonight is a real treat for me! I am going to re-watch old episodes of The Office (for the hundredth time) and snuggle with my puppy dog. I usually try and multi-task when I have the TV on but tonight I am just going to relax and unwind.
Last time you felt like a kid: I was hiking with the boy on my birthday and we ended up at this summer camp pretty far back on the trail. There were cabins all over and everything was very quiet and empty. We hadn't seen another person on the trail for at least an hour. We were all by ourselves in the middle of these cabins and I had a small breakdown about not feeling capable enough for the summits we are planning to do this summer. After my boyfriend talked me through it, he pointed to a giant swing tied to two huge pines and said "I bet if you swing on that you'll feel a lot better." He was right. I felt like a kid. It was amazing.
Last place you'd called home before this one: This is a tricky one because I worked in property management before I moved home to finish grad school. As a property manager I had to live on site at the apartment communities I managed in Orange County, CA. I moved around 5 times in a 14 month period and none of those places really felt like home though all of them technically were.
Last time you felt scared: My first job interview for a full time teaching position was a few weeks ago. It was intimidating and had me sweating buckets. I could barely talk through most of it and basically bombed the whole thing but it was an amazing learning experience. Now that I have the first one out of the way the other ones have not been anywhere near as scary!
Last blog you really fell in love with: I enjoy reading blogs that are grounded and authentic. With that in mind, I think I would have to say My Life As A Teacup. She is a great writer, has awesome taste in books, and she does this rad series called "For the Love of a Linguaphile" that I love!
Thanks so much Kat! Readers, be sure to check out Kat's blog- it's wonderful. xoxo
Monday, April 28, 2014
Currently.
From our walk today, while Henry was in school. Soaking up this weather.
Reading: I feel like I've been running around like crazy lately that I haven't had a moment to read. I always feel a little off balance whenever I don't spend some time at night winding down with books, and this week I've been trying to find time to do that. I am not in the middle of anything right now, but my sister insists that I finally give Gone Girl a try. So that's at the top of my list, along with this non-fiction book about an explorer's adventures through the Amazon. It sounds so fascinating! Thank you to Emma for sharing the link.
Thinking about: I feel like I'm just coming out of this weird haze that I didn't even know I was in. I don't get the baby blues, but I do think my hormones have been a little funky once Charlie started to eat a little less due to introducing "real food" and it feels good to feel back to myself. I also think the sunshine and warm weather has really been given me a boost and lately I've been feeling extra happy and just excited to be outside. We've been either walking or running every day thanks to this fantastic thing bought on super sale and I'm grateful to have it. It makes getting up and just going so easy. I just feel very spring and it makes me think about this whole idea of renewal and forgiveness and how in this exact place I am in right now, I feel happier than I have ever been. And on a side note I also woke up this morning thinking about how funny it is, that my baby can not sleep through the night for weeks and the one night I go to sleep insanely late and way past midnight figuring he'll be waking up soon anyway, he DOES. My one chance to finally get eight hours of uninterrupted sleep and I miss it! So sad. I'm planning on going to bed extra early tonight in the hopes of it happening again, but if the world continues to work the way it always has I'm sure he'll be waking up at least once. I'll keep you posted. ;)
Listening: I've been on a total Gaslight Anthem kick lately, and it helps that Henry really likes them too. We've been listening to the Sink or Swim album on the way to school in the morning and it's so cute to watch him sing along. I'm curious to see what kind of music he gravitates toward as he gets older. Right now though his main interest is the song "Life is a Highway" from the Cars soundtrack. He LOVES it.
Watching: pregnancy announcements pop up in Facebook and Instagram on what feels like a daily basis! I felt like it was equally as crazy when I was pregnant with Charlie too- it seemed like someone was posting a clever little "we're pregnant!" every day. It's been so fun to watch some of the girls I've known forever be pregnant for the first time, and come this summer there are going to be a million adorable babies popping out all over the country! Weird mental picture, I know. As far as shows- Scandal, Parenthood (did it get renewed? please say yes!), and all those crazy Real Housewives.
Trying: At the recommendation of my dear friend Amy (and seeing it all over my pal Lauren's IG feed), I decided to try out some Blogilates videos. WOW! So good. Have you tried them? I'm really loving how quick they are- and how hard too- because on days I don't have time to make it to the gym I can squeeze them in during naptime and I feel like they're incredibly effective. I downloaded her app and I enjoy having a list of videos to do each day, and being able to check them off one by one. Some are 5 minutes, some are 10-12, but it goes by very fast! I highly recommend checking her out.
Loving: so so much. Spring weather, our birthday/anniversary month next month, all of Charlie's milestones (he's such a fast crawler now!), family time, apples and peanut butter, kale salad from Costc, making summer plans, the excitement about this upcoming weekend and having Nate, Shirley and Carson here, making ridiculous workout playlists on Spotify, morning walks, and finishing up some around the house projects.
So, how about you? What are you up to today? Feel free to do your own "currently" post on your blog and link back in the comments for everyone to check out. And thanks again to my dear friend Megan for providing the original inspiration for these posts.
Journal Day Prompt #11
Here's this week's prompt, kind of piggy-backing on last week's question:
Sometimes it can be hard to hear criticism from others. I know for me it's something I may always struggle with- being a people pleaser, etc. At the same time though, constructive criticism can be very helpful, and allow us to look at ourselves in a new light and maybe even grow and change. Take a step out of yourself. If you were on the outside looking in, how would you critique yourself? What things do you see that could change or work on? This isn't about tearing ourselves down; it's about really looking at ourselves and seeing where there's room for growth.
I'll be back Thursday with my response, and that's where I'll ask you guys to share a bit from your writing in the comments, as well as a link to your post.
Read more about my Journal Day project here.
Read previous Journal Days here.
Sunday, April 27, 2014
Weekend Links

Have you guys checked out the giveaway I have going on over on Instagram? I've teamed up with Petunia Pickle Bottom to giveaway one of these amazing diaper bags and one of their limited edition scarves (both pictured above). It's pretty neat- if you win you will be only of a handful of people who own one of the scarves so it's really special they're giving one away. Enter here.
And here's a short but sweet list of some things I've loved around the internet lately:
One word that should never follow "I love you."
40 incredibly true facts about everyday life.
"I Was Racially Profiled In My Own Driveway."
"This is not a Barbie Doll. This is an actual human being."
Will you be attending any weddings this year?
Some good-looking food and drink ideas for Cinco de Mayo.
"Can You Call it 'Rape' If He Makes You an Omelet in the Morning?"
So funny- people reveal the most WTF thing they ever saw at their friend's house.
And finally, How to Be a Writer.
Here's to a wonderful week! xo
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Journal Day #10
Quite simply, what are you good at? All of us have particular strengths- what are yours? This week, talk about these talents, big or small. Ideas: discuss how you use these things in your daily life or job, how you discovered a knack for this or that, perhaps even touch on whether or not you are passionate about the things you're good at.
Why is it so hard to list the things we're good at, but so much easier to rattle off areas that might need improvement? Or is that just me? I had to think about this for awhile, and I even asked Hank: what do you think I'm good at? But I realized that's missing the point. What do I think I'm good at?
I thought about how I could present this little round up of good things. Maybe tell a story about each one, or reflect back on when I first realized I was good at it. But I think a list would be better. So here goes, the things I think I'm good at (sounds weird, doesn't it?):
I think I'm a good listener and advice giver...although maybe everyone thinks their advice is the best? haha.
I feel that I'm a good public speaker. I enjoy it, and it was something I always looked forward to as a teacher.
I am good at communicating and expressing how I feel. Sometimes this is to a fault because if something is on my mind and important, I have to say it, especially in my relationships.
I'm athletic and up for anything physical. I will always try my hardest and not give up. This is why I really enjoyed CrossFit when I did it- I enjoyed the physical challenge.
I'm good at motivating myself.
I'm a really, really fast reader. And an equally fast writer.
I'm a good cook.
I'm good at making new friends and talking with people I don't know- I love meeting new people.
I'm a great Mom and wife. I feel like I can say this with a lot of confidence.
It's so weird to think about this. I feel like I could make the list longer if I added in little things too- good at rocking Charlie back to sleep when he wakes up in the middle of the night, good at pulling splinters out of a tiny little finger, great at a backseat diaper change, side of the road nursing session, or singing the same song 10x in a row. These are the things that fill up my resume now- the "Mom" stuff I'm good at, and the stuff I do on a daily basis. But I think too, that's it's important to cultivate some of the non-Mom stuff- writing, for example. Doing things for me and figuring out what I'm good at now, outside of what I do everyday.
So there you go- that's my entry for the week. How about you? Link up below with a blurb and a link to your post. xo
Why is it so hard to list the things we're good at, but so much easier to rattle off areas that might need improvement? Or is that just me? I had to think about this for awhile, and I even asked Hank: what do you think I'm good at? But I realized that's missing the point. What do I think I'm good at?
I thought about how I could present this little round up of good things. Maybe tell a story about each one, or reflect back on when I first realized I was good at it. But I think a list would be better. So here goes, the things I think I'm good at (sounds weird, doesn't it?):
I think I'm a good listener and advice giver...although maybe everyone thinks their advice is the best? haha.
I feel that I'm a good public speaker. I enjoy it, and it was something I always looked forward to as a teacher.
I am good at communicating and expressing how I feel. Sometimes this is to a fault because if something is on my mind and important, I have to say it, especially in my relationships.
I'm athletic and up for anything physical. I will always try my hardest and not give up. This is why I really enjoyed CrossFit when I did it- I enjoyed the physical challenge.
I'm good at motivating myself.
I'm a really, really fast reader. And an equally fast writer.
I'm a good cook.
I'm good at making new friends and talking with people I don't know- I love meeting new people.
I'm a great Mom and wife. I feel like I can say this with a lot of confidence.
It's so weird to think about this. I feel like I could make the list longer if I added in little things too- good at rocking Charlie back to sleep when he wakes up in the middle of the night, good at pulling splinters out of a tiny little finger, great at a backseat diaper change, side of the road nursing session, or singing the same song 10x in a row. These are the things that fill up my resume now- the "Mom" stuff I'm good at, and the stuff I do on a daily basis. But I think too, that's it's important to cultivate some of the non-Mom stuff- writing, for example. Doing things for me and figuring out what I'm good at now, outside of what I do everyday.
So there you go- that's my entry for the week. How about you? Link up below with a blurb and a link to your post. xo
Read more about my Journal Day project here.
Read previous Journal Days here.
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
A Few Last Things V.1
So I was at the dentist the other day flipping through a magazine (a dentist appointment without kids tends to feel like a trip to the spa...) when I came across an issue of People that had a fun feature on the back page called "Last Word." It's basically a series featuring celebrities answering questions about the last time they did this or that, and I found it to be really interesting. It reminds me a lot of my Currently posts, and I thought it would be fun to adapt the series here.
For the first installment I wanted to start with a blog friend of mine, Tracy. Tracy is the author of Shutterbean, which is chock full of amazing recipes and fun tidbits from her everyday life. It's a favorite read, and I'm excited to have her here to kick things off.
So here we go - A Few Last Things with Tracy of Shutterbean:
Last thing you cooked: Big Sunday breakfast for my family. We had scrambled eggs, mushrooms with spinach and pesto, bacon, grilled toast and home fries. Weekend breakfasts are my favorite.
Last time you felt nervous: Waiting to hear test results from the doctor. My crazy brain can't help but reference all these Debbie-Downer scenes from movies while I wait to hear what's up. I'm wired to set myself up for disappointment so I've been working on being more positive and staying present.
Last big thing you splurged on: I just went on a Kindle book buying spree while I was out of town. They make it so dang easy! I hope to get through all of them by the end of the summer. We'll see...
Last gift you received: My husband bought me a super cute Kate Spade bag for Valentine's Day. I normally carry a gigantic bag and using this one has been a good practice in simplifying and evaluating the essentials. I love it.
Last song you listened to: Holding On for Life by the Broken Bells It's super catchy and has a Bee Gees vibe. My son Cooper and I play it on repeat while commuting to school.
Last place you vacationed to: Just got back from Ashland Oregon. It was a blog trip but I went by myself and getting out of my everyday routine made it feel vacation-y.
Last time you were moved to tears: Watching an episode of Oprah's Super Soul Sunday. Whenever I see Oprah get emotional, I tear up. That lady does things to me.
Last blog you really fell in love with: Dine X Design My friend Kristin re-branded and started a new website. I love everything she & her contributors post. The photography/design is impeccable. She has the most incredible taste.
Thanks so much Tracy!
xoxo
For the first installment I wanted to start with a blog friend of mine, Tracy. Tracy is the author of Shutterbean, which is chock full of amazing recipes and fun tidbits from her everyday life. It's a favorite read, and I'm excited to have her here to kick things off.
So here we go - A Few Last Things with Tracy of Shutterbean:
Last thing you cooked: Big Sunday breakfast for my family. We had scrambled eggs, mushrooms with spinach and pesto, bacon, grilled toast and home fries. Weekend breakfasts are my favorite.
Last time you felt nervous: Waiting to hear test results from the doctor. My crazy brain can't help but reference all these Debbie-Downer scenes from movies while I wait to hear what's up. I'm wired to set myself up for disappointment so I've been working on being more positive and staying present.
Last big thing you splurged on: I just went on a Kindle book buying spree while I was out of town. They make it so dang easy! I hope to get through all of them by the end of the summer. We'll see...
Last gift you received: My husband bought me a super cute Kate Spade bag for Valentine's Day. I normally carry a gigantic bag and using this one has been a good practice in simplifying and evaluating the essentials. I love it.
Last song you listened to: Holding On for Life by the Broken Bells It's super catchy and has a Bee Gees vibe. My son Cooper and I play it on repeat while commuting to school.
Last place you vacationed to: Just got back from Ashland Oregon. It was a blog trip but I went by myself and getting out of my everyday routine made it feel vacation-y.
Last time you were moved to tears: Watching an episode of Oprah's Super Soul Sunday. Whenever I see Oprah get emotional, I tear up. That lady does things to me.
Last blog you really fell in love with: Dine X Design My friend Kristin re-branded and started a new website. I love everything she & her contributors post. The photography/design is impeccable. She has the most incredible taste.
Thanks so much Tracy!
xoxo
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Easter 2014
Sometimes the best kinds of holidays are the ones where you don't take too many photos, because for me, that means I was a lot busier spending time in the scene, rather than trying to capture it. Granted, we're left with just a handful of photographs to remember the day, but we did manage to get one of Charlie in an Easter basket to commemorate his first Easter, so I'd call that a success. It was a great day full of delicious food, lots of baby cuddles, and a few Cadbury eggs too. We spent it at my parents' in the warm Phoenix weather and soaked up the sun all day long. I so enjoyed having all of the people I love in one place- and I also loved how completely pressure free and easy it was. We did very simple baskets with a couple of books, a few small toys, and some healthy snacks. If I've learned one thing over the course of these past 3.5 years of parenting it's that most of the time kids don't need over the top anything. Simple and heartfelt is the way to go, and those are the things they remember the most.








Journal Day Prompt #10
Here's this week's prompt-
Quite simply, what are you good at? All of us have particular strengths- what are yours? This week, talk about these talents, big or small. Ideas: discuss how you use these things in your daily life or job, how you discovered a knack for this or that, perhaps even touch on whether or not you are passionate about the things you're good at.
I'll be back Thursday with my response, and that's where I'll ask you guys to share a bit from your writing in the comments, as well as a link to your post.
Read more about my Journal Day project here.
Read previous Journal Days here.
Friday, April 18, 2014
Weekend Links
Happy weekend, friends! Here are some things I've been loving around the web this week:
I am SO excited about this new season!
This trailer looks great too.
Friending your shrink: what happens when you find your therapist on social media.
And on a similar note, do you feel teachers should avoid friending students?
This upstate NY house renovation is crazy!
Love these new sunglasses from one of my sponsors, Cut and Burn.
The 13 worst synonyms for vagina, ranked.
I've never been to the South and I'd love, love to take a trip there.
Oh, Mellie. If you watch Scandal you'll want to read this!
25 facts about one of my favorite movies.
Wishist: one, two, and three.
16 great portraits of old dogs.
A good read: What Education Excellence Looks Like.
Did you check out my spring reading list?
Unbelievable things in nature that really exist.
Etsy love: this print,
I love reading about others' goals, and this long list on Kaelah's blog is awesome.
In defense of the English degree.
Read this: Male Lawyers Dressing Badly.
Main Street at night.
And finally: THIS. Umm, where can I sign up?!
Happy weekend! xo
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Journal Day #9
How would you say your upbringing or background has shaped your idea of beauty? Were you taught to apply makeup or do you hair by your mother or friends? If not, where did you observe what is now your norm as far as beauty practices? And although most of us have been inundated by different cultural beauty "norms" via the media, would you say that television and magazines have had a strong impact on shaping what you think of as beautiful? This week, write about your idea of beauty- how your background has shaped it and what that means for you today.
When I think back to my earliest memories of my Mom, I remember watching her get ready before her and my Dad's Friday night date nights- Avon blush and eyeshadow, a spritz of that floral perfume sitting on her dresser, hairspray scrunched into her permed hair. It was the 80s and memories of color are vivid; big baubles and chunky necklaces, dangling earrings and layers of bracelets. And although my Mom wore makeup when she went out, she was never the type to wear it on a daily basis. I actually have no recollection of her ever teaching me how to apply it, or even talking about why women wear it- it just wasn't important.
I didn't start becoming interested in makeup until the 8th grade, and even then it was just a little powder and some Lip Smackers lip gloss. The circle in most girls' back pockets at school was a tell tale sign of that Cover Girl compact we all had, and I can remember sitting on the lunch patio powdering my nose and reapplying my lip gloss before class with all of my friends. So silly. Some of my friends were already wearing mascara and foundation at that point, but even though I noticed it, I never thought, hey, I want to do that too. At that point in my life my idea of beauty was probably something I saw in a magazine- YM or Seventeen, and much as I loved curling my hair before school and spritzing on my Sunflowers perfume (ha), it wasn't an all encompassing thing. I remember feeling pretty, which is a funny thing to write out, but I don't have memories of feeling anything but okay with how I looked, at least until later.
In high school I was so active in sports that makeup wasn't ever really a thing either. I was always either going to practice right after school or had a game or meet, so it didn't make sense to wear it to school only to get all sweaty later. Most of my friends wore it, and I wore it for dances, dates, or special occasions, but it was never more than some eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss. Looking back now I really do feel lucky to have had a Mom that never overtly put importance of outward appearances. Sure, she always looked put together and got us dressed up too, but it wasn't ever a thing. We were more than how we looked, and although she never told us that she somehow conveyed that to us very clearly.
College though was when I would say my personal idea of beauty and the beginnings of my own beauty practices began to change. I was living in a dorm then and later with my sorority, and we all got ready together all of the time. Even when I would go to class Friday morning in sweats after a long Thursday night out, I would still make sure I got "ready." As someone who has struggled with body image in the past I've tried really hard to pinpoint the why and how I started seeing myself and "beauty" differently. And really I'm not sure if I could ever point to one thing- perhaps I could blame media influence, or being surrounded by women who did put an emphasis on looks, but I think it was just a mix of a million different things. This shift happened sometime in my late teens to early twenties and it took quite awhile to get back to a place without self-judgment, as I've written about before. And now as a 31 year old women I do absolutely feel beautiful (most of the time), and it's neat to look back at this whole journey of self-discovery and the growth of this definition of beauty I now have, and see it all laid out, back there. I have this feeling of awe and respect for myself, having given birth to 2 children and seeing my body change and grow big and shrink again, and in a way I think I'm just to the point where I am SO tired of wasting any time thinking poorly of myself, you know? What's the point?
In my long-winded round about way I think I kind of answered the question at hand, but I think I could go on forever about it. I've only just kind of touched the surface, and as much as I'm tempted to go back and add paragraph after paragraph, for the sake of keeping this somewhat readable, I'll leave it. I could go on about so much- there's a lot to be said about being a teenage girl, and the different expectations put on us as women, but that would be many more pages of writing. Perhaps I'll touch on that another day. There's also a conversation in here somewhere about raising children and the concept of beauty. How to talk to them about what they see in the media, what it means to be raising a daughter in today's world, where many of their "role models" in popular culture may be much different than what we grew up with. So much to discuss!
But anyway, that's my response. I really can't wait to see what you shared this week! Post an excerpt and a link your own post below. And as always, thank you for participating in this series. I'm LOVING it.
xo
our friend Nikki helping my sister get ready before her wedding
When I think back to my earliest memories of my Mom, I remember watching her get ready before her and my Dad's Friday night date nights- Avon blush and eyeshadow, a spritz of that floral perfume sitting on her dresser, hairspray scrunched into her permed hair. It was the 80s and memories of color are vivid; big baubles and chunky necklaces, dangling earrings and layers of bracelets. And although my Mom wore makeup when she went out, she was never the type to wear it on a daily basis. I actually have no recollection of her ever teaching me how to apply it, or even talking about why women wear it- it just wasn't important.
I didn't start becoming interested in makeup until the 8th grade, and even then it was just a little powder and some Lip Smackers lip gloss. The circle in most girls' back pockets at school was a tell tale sign of that Cover Girl compact we all had, and I can remember sitting on the lunch patio powdering my nose and reapplying my lip gloss before class with all of my friends. So silly. Some of my friends were already wearing mascara and foundation at that point, but even though I noticed it, I never thought, hey, I want to do that too. At that point in my life my idea of beauty was probably something I saw in a magazine- YM or Seventeen, and much as I loved curling my hair before school and spritzing on my Sunflowers perfume (ha), it wasn't an all encompassing thing. I remember feeling pretty, which is a funny thing to write out, but I don't have memories of feeling anything but okay with how I looked, at least until later.
In high school I was so active in sports that makeup wasn't ever really a thing either. I was always either going to practice right after school or had a game or meet, so it didn't make sense to wear it to school only to get all sweaty later. Most of my friends wore it, and I wore it for dances, dates, or special occasions, but it was never more than some eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss. Looking back now I really do feel lucky to have had a Mom that never overtly put importance of outward appearances. Sure, she always looked put together and got us dressed up too, but it wasn't ever a thing. We were more than how we looked, and although she never told us that she somehow conveyed that to us very clearly.
College though was when I would say my personal idea of beauty and the beginnings of my own beauty practices began to change. I was living in a dorm then and later with my sorority, and we all got ready together all of the time. Even when I would go to class Friday morning in sweats after a long Thursday night out, I would still make sure I got "ready." As someone who has struggled with body image in the past I've tried really hard to pinpoint the why and how I started seeing myself and "beauty" differently. And really I'm not sure if I could ever point to one thing- perhaps I could blame media influence, or being surrounded by women who did put an emphasis on looks, but I think it was just a mix of a million different things. This shift happened sometime in my late teens to early twenties and it took quite awhile to get back to a place without self-judgment, as I've written about before. And now as a 31 year old women I do absolutely feel beautiful (most of the time), and it's neat to look back at this whole journey of self-discovery and the growth of this definition of beauty I now have, and see it all laid out, back there. I have this feeling of awe and respect for myself, having given birth to 2 children and seeing my body change and grow big and shrink again, and in a way I think I'm just to the point where I am SO tired of wasting any time thinking poorly of myself, you know? What's the point?
In my long-winded round about way I think I kind of answered the question at hand, but I think I could go on forever about it. I've only just kind of touched the surface, and as much as I'm tempted to go back and add paragraph after paragraph, for the sake of keeping this somewhat readable, I'll leave it. I could go on about so much- there's a lot to be said about being a teenage girl, and the different expectations put on us as women, but that would be many more pages of writing. Perhaps I'll touch on that another day. There's also a conversation in here somewhere about raising children and the concept of beauty. How to talk to them about what they see in the media, what it means to be raising a daughter in today's world, where many of their "role models" in popular culture may be much different than what we grew up with. So much to discuss!
But anyway, that's my response. I really can't wait to see what you shared this week! Post an excerpt and a link your own post below. And as always, thank you for participating in this series. I'm LOVING it.
xo
Read more about my Journal Day project here.
Read previous Journal Days here.
Balance.
Balance. I've been thinking about it a lot lately, and I've come to the conclusion though, that unless I just accept that nothing will ever be balanced, I probably won't ever be happy! As someone who tends to be a bit of a perfectionist, it can be hard for me to not give everything 100%, or do things exactly how I envision them. It's something I think I'll always have to work through but I recently realized that just as life has changed with two children and different responsibilities, my expectations need to change. There are so many days I feel like a bad friend or a bad blogger, not having enough time to do other creative pursuits that are important to me, just kind of struggling to keep afloat in a sea of yes'...and this isn't okay. I don't want to walk around with a sense of guilt all the time- oh, I haven't posted today. Oh, I haven't called back so and so today. Oh, I haven't touched the boys' Project Life baby books in weeks, had that coffee date I keep talking about having, or answered any of the emails in my inbox in what feels like forever. And sure, some of these things may seem small or even insignificant in the bigger picture, but they're still part of my life. And to be honest, none of these things will ever change. Life will only continue to get busier, so what needs to change is my perspective. And thinking about it more, I realized that one thing I ALWAYS do is go to bed at night feeling like I was present as a mama and a good wife. Even on days I make mistakes or feel like I could have done better, I know that I am aware of how I can improve, and my family- my biggest priority- never ever gets shifted down the ladder or pushed aside. This feels good. And I realize that that's part of fixing those feelings of being so un-balanced, just recognizing that some things are higher up on my priority list, and that's just the way it is. I needed to shift my perspective and look at my day not as a huge puzzle to fit all of the pieces into, stressing over the fact that there is never, ever enough time, but as the puzzle already in tact with the main things I focus on everyday, and then making room for others things if I have time...and then accepting that if I don't, there's always tomorrow.
I'd love to know, though- do you feel balanced? Are you a parent, a student, someone who works full-time either for yourself or someone else? If you've managed to figure out a good balancing act, or if you're still working on it like me, let me know below, or send me a tweet!
xoxo
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Sedona and 60th birthdays
There are so many times I feel like I have to thank the whole damn universe for surrounding me with these people I call family...and even more so, thankful that I actually want to spend all of my time with them. Just the other weekend my Mom turned 60 (still don't know how that's possible- in my mind I think she'll always be 35 or so) and my sister and I wanted to do something extra special. We knew we wanted to do Sedona, so we searched hotels and house rentals until we found the perfect place, via Airbnb. It can be hard to accommodate all 9 of us, and we're the kind of people who would prefer to stay in one big place together, rather than split off across a hotel, so this little spot was perfect. On a side note, remind me sometime to tell you the story of the one hotel room in New Jersey. Cra-zy.
So anyway, we ended up booking "The Roost" at Sedona Sacred Rocks, which is a former Buddhist Retreat turned healing center. Very, very cool and right up my Mom's alley. Our hosts Meaghan and Stephen were so warm and inviting and made the weekend so special. My Mom, sister, and I actually participated in a few of their ceremonies too. The place is surrounded by hundreds of miles of national forest and the overall feel is incredibly serene and peaceful, so even just sitting on the back porch made you feel good. It was the perfect way to ring in my Mom's 60th.
The whole weekend was full of lots of food (Simon's Hot Dogs, our favorite), walking, hiking, and just enjoying each others' company. 60 is such a big year, and with all my Mom has been through over the past decade it was pretty great to be able to move into a new chapter surrounded by all of the people we love.
Happy birthday, Mom! We love you.


























So anyway, we ended up booking "The Roost" at Sedona Sacred Rocks, which is a former Buddhist Retreat turned healing center. Very, very cool and right up my Mom's alley. Our hosts Meaghan and Stephen were so warm and inviting and made the weekend so special. My Mom, sister, and I actually participated in a few of their ceremonies too. The place is surrounded by hundreds of miles of national forest and the overall feel is incredibly serene and peaceful, so even just sitting on the back porch made you feel good. It was the perfect way to ring in my Mom's 60th.
The whole weekend was full of lots of food (Simon's Hot Dogs, our favorite), walking, hiking, and just enjoying each others' company. 60 is such a big year, and with all my Mom has been through over the past decade it was pretty great to be able to move into a new chapter surrounded by all of the people we love.
Happy birthday, Mom! We love you.


























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Journal Day Prompt #9
Before we get into this week's prompt, I've gotten a couple of questions if there's a book of the prompts you can get somewhere, etc. I do have a notebook full of prompts I used while teaching, but all of the ones we have had thus far are from ME- I've made them up week by week. The only idea that really came from somewhere else would be the question about funding an issue close to your heart, and that came from a list of writing ideas in the New York Times, but I wrote the actual prompt myself. I will continue to make these up every week, and if I ever do borrow one from somewhere I will be sure to let you know, so you can check out the source too! :)
Here's this week's prompt-
How would you say your upbringing or background has shaped your idea of beauty? Were you taught to apply makeup or do you hair by your mother or friends? If not, where did you observe what is now your norm as far as beauty practices? And although most of us have been inundated by different cultural beauty "norms" via the media, would you say that television and magazines have had a strong impact on shaping what you think of as beautiful? This week, write about your idea of beauty- how your background has shaped it and what that means for you today.
I'll be back Thursday with my response, and that's where I'll ask you guys to share a bit from your writing in the comments, as well as a link to your post.
Read more about my Journal Day project here.
Read previous Journal Days here.
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Journal Day #8
Would you consider yourself a religious person? Quite simply- what do you believe happens when you die? Have you always believed this? Do your current beliefs align with what you were taught as a child? And if not, what was the turning point? This week, talk about your religion or spiritual beliefs (or perhaps your lack of), and try to sum up, if you can, what you believe happens "next."
I asked this question because I wanted to get all of us talking- and although I think it's great to be selective with what you share, every once and awhile it's wonderful to dig a little deeper. I've actually written about religion before, and after reading it to be sure I didn't repeat myself too much in a new post (I tend to do that), I ended up sitting here for 45 minutes trying to say something new about it and I realize that there isn't much to add.
So I hope it's not weird if I repost it here- I can't imagine I'll be reposting something old like this again for a future Journal Day, and please forgive me if you've already read it. The comments on the original post are really great and if you have some time to sift through them I highly suggest it- super insightful and beyond interesting. And I really, really can't wait to read what you have to say in your own posts, too.
Here's my response, originally posted here a little over two years ago. I also discussed religion in this post, after losing a close friend and my Grandma in the same week.
(I feel like I have to put a disclaimer on this because inevitably someone will take what I say personally, or the wrong way. Below I share some thoughts about religion (my lack of actually) and nothing I say is meant to question your beliefs or you as a person. These are just my thoughts and my own experiences, and it's important to me that you know that I respect ALL of you, all of your beliefs, and your right to practice, or to not practice any religion you so choose. The beauty of this world is that we are all so different, and I love that this is a safe place for me to share pieces of my life. Thank you.)
There isn't much talk in blog-land about being a non-believer. There's a lot of religious talk, a lot of "I believe," and many beautiful sentiments about life and thoughts and talk of whatever god people want to put their faith into. But there isn't a lot about the lack of god or lack of belief from the other side. I am one of that other side, someone who doesn't follow a religion, and someone who isn't really sure if they believe in anything, really. I believe in Science, if that counts. But as far as a god, or an afterlife, or even a higher power of any kind, I'm not sure. And my "not sure" leans a lot more towards no.
It's kind of scary to put that out there, when I know that it's easy to judge, but it is what it is and that's me. I have plenty of close friends who are religious, and plenty who aren't. In my world it doesn't make a difference to me what you believe in, just that you are a good person with a kind heart.
I grew up Catholic, going to a big, beautiful church in our New Jersey town. I was baptized as a baby, received Communion in the 2nd grade, and was confirmed in the 7th. I can still recite the entire Catholic mass, beginning to end, and have vivid memories of the confessional, memorizing the Ten Commandments, and even scary Monsignor Donovan who would slap your cheek if you took Communion the wrong way. I loved Church growing up, but not for any reason other than I thought that all of the rituals were fun, and I enjoyed hearing the stories each Sunday in class. Most of our friends attended with us, and I even had my first kiss right outside of those big wooden doors in the 6th grade.
We moved to Arizona when I was 14 and we went to a new church a few times, but my Mom stopped making us go, so eventually we stopped going all together. My Dad was actually born and raised in South America, where he traveled with his Reverend father and missionary family translating the bible, but by the time he became a parent himself he had taken a few steps back. My Mom was raised Catholic and attended a very strict private Catholic school and at that point still attended church on special occasions, but without the pull of our friends and our holiday traditions, we all slowly stopped attending.
In college I met quite a few friends who considered themselves atheists. For awhile I thought I could identify with that group, but I soon figured out that labeling myself as that was the same as labeling myself a believer. I wasn't sure either way. And at the same time I wasn't really agnostic because I wasn't sure if I believed in anything at all.
Maybe it's weird but this has never been a big deal to me. I'm not searching to figure it out, and to be honest, religion (or my lack of), doesn't cross my mind most of the time. Recently it's only been a bit more in the forefront as the election looms closer and there's this huge debate regarding the separation church and state, but for the most part it's a non-issue. At times I feel like it would be a bit easier to have a religion, to have faith in something. But at this point in my life, and maybe for always, I know that's not for me. If I had to really talk about my beliefs, what I think really happens when we die, I look towards physics and science and astronomy. I look to people like Carl Sagan, who I find to be incredibly inspiring, and whose words almost always make me think. Science is my jam. And on the other side of the coin I gravitate towards some Buddhist principles too. Really, I am open to the possibility that one day I might say, "Oh, hi there God. So there you are." And I'm also open to the fact that it's highly possible that when I die, I just die.
In a way, I think this outlook has allowed me to be fully in the now. This is my one chance to live and to love this life with everything I've got. At the end of the day I can say to the universe, "THANK YOU," and maybe someone's listening, and maybe they aren't. But I have gratitude, I have a love in my heart for every single day I am given on this Earth, and for now, that's enough for me.
I'll leave you with one of Hank and my very favorite quotes from Ann Druyan, best known as the wife of the late Carl Sagan:
"When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous — not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful…
The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful."
So there's my response. How about you? Leave a blurb and a link in the comments below!
I asked this question because I wanted to get all of us talking- and although I think it's great to be selective with what you share, every once and awhile it's wonderful to dig a little deeper. I've actually written about religion before, and after reading it to be sure I didn't repeat myself too much in a new post (I tend to do that), I ended up sitting here for 45 minutes trying to say something new about it and I realize that there isn't much to add.
So I hope it's not weird if I repost it here- I can't imagine I'll be reposting something old like this again for a future Journal Day, and please forgive me if you've already read it. The comments on the original post are really great and if you have some time to sift through them I highly suggest it- super insightful and beyond interesting. And I really, really can't wait to read what you have to say in your own posts, too.
Here's my response, originally posted here a little over two years ago. I also discussed religion in this post, after losing a close friend and my Grandma in the same week.
(I feel like I have to put a disclaimer on this because inevitably someone will take what I say personally, or the wrong way. Below I share some thoughts about religion (my lack of actually) and nothing I say is meant to question your beliefs or you as a person. These are just my thoughts and my own experiences, and it's important to me that you know that I respect ALL of you, all of your beliefs, and your right to practice, or to not practice any religion you so choose. The beauty of this world is that we are all so different, and I love that this is a safe place for me to share pieces of my life. Thank you.)
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There isn't much talk in blog-land about being a non-believer. There's a lot of religious talk, a lot of "I believe," and many beautiful sentiments about life and thoughts and talk of whatever god people want to put their faith into. But there isn't a lot about the lack of god or lack of belief from the other side. I am one of that other side, someone who doesn't follow a religion, and someone who isn't really sure if they believe in anything, really. I believe in Science, if that counts. But as far as a god, or an afterlife, or even a higher power of any kind, I'm not sure. And my "not sure" leans a lot more towards no.
It's kind of scary to put that out there, when I know that it's easy to judge, but it is what it is and that's me. I have plenty of close friends who are religious, and plenty who aren't. In my world it doesn't make a difference to me what you believe in, just that you are a good person with a kind heart.
I grew up Catholic, going to a big, beautiful church in our New Jersey town. I was baptized as a baby, received Communion in the 2nd grade, and was confirmed in the 7th. I can still recite the entire Catholic mass, beginning to end, and have vivid memories of the confessional, memorizing the Ten Commandments, and even scary Monsignor Donovan who would slap your cheek if you took Communion the wrong way. I loved Church growing up, but not for any reason other than I thought that all of the rituals were fun, and I enjoyed hearing the stories each Sunday in class. Most of our friends attended with us, and I even had my first kiss right outside of those big wooden doors in the 6th grade.
We moved to Arizona when I was 14 and we went to a new church a few times, but my Mom stopped making us go, so eventually we stopped going all together. My Dad was actually born and raised in South America, where he traveled with his Reverend father and missionary family translating the bible, but by the time he became a parent himself he had taken a few steps back. My Mom was raised Catholic and attended a very strict private Catholic school and at that point still attended church on special occasions, but without the pull of our friends and our holiday traditions, we all slowly stopped attending.
In college I met quite a few friends who considered themselves atheists. For awhile I thought I could identify with that group, but I soon figured out that labeling myself as that was the same as labeling myself a believer. I wasn't sure either way. And at the same time I wasn't really agnostic because I wasn't sure if I believed in anything at all.
Maybe it's weird but this has never been a big deal to me. I'm not searching to figure it out, and to be honest, religion (or my lack of), doesn't cross my mind most of the time. Recently it's only been a bit more in the forefront as the election looms closer and there's this huge debate regarding the separation church and state, but for the most part it's a non-issue. At times I feel like it would be a bit easier to have a religion, to have faith in something. But at this point in my life, and maybe for always, I know that's not for me. If I had to really talk about my beliefs, what I think really happens when we die, I look towards physics and science and astronomy. I look to people like Carl Sagan, who I find to be incredibly inspiring, and whose words almost always make me think. Science is my jam. And on the other side of the coin I gravitate towards some Buddhist principles too. Really, I am open to the possibility that one day I might say, "Oh, hi there God. So there you are." And I'm also open to the fact that it's highly possible that when I die, I just die.
In a way, I think this outlook has allowed me to be fully in the now. This is my one chance to live and to love this life with everything I've got. At the end of the day I can say to the universe, "THANK YOU," and maybe someone's listening, and maybe they aren't. But I have gratitude, I have a love in my heart for every single day I am given on this Earth, and for now, that's enough for me.
I'll leave you with one of Hank and my very favorite quotes from Ann Druyan, best known as the wife of the late Carl Sagan:
"When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous — not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful…
The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful."
So there's my response. How about you? Leave a blurb and a link in the comments below!
Read more about my Journal Day project here.
Read previous Journal Days here.
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
12 Books To Read This Spring
Spring is in the air people! What better time to sit outside on a blanket, sip some lemonade, and dive into a good book? Or, if you're in my world, try to read a couple of pages around 11pm in bed, before you can't even keep your eyes open anymore. Either way, here are some books I plan on picking up this spring. Have you read any of them? I think I'm most excited about #9, 11, and 12!
Happy reading, and let me know if you have any great books to add to this list too.
Happy reading, and let me know if you have any great books to add to this list too.
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