Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Mom-Life

I wear the same shorts everyday paired with a flowy top to hide my leftover mom bod.
My hair is about 80% dry shampoo and tangled on top of my head in a messy bun.
My beauty routine consists of sometimes washing my face.



"I'm going to be that cute, stylish mom", I said at one point. Little did I know even the simplest of things would be difficult and eventually not even seem worth it anymore.

I have that cute dress in the closet with the tags still on it..the one I bought to make myself feel better about my new body. I have that cute, trendy, Madewell neck scarf that I've tried to wear a couple times but feel like I'm not "cool" enough to pull off anymore.

When I see that wonderfully put together mom at the mall with her baby wearing a matching sundress and sandals with mommy and baby mala bead necklaces and darling headwraps I wonder why I can't get myself to take more pride in my appearance.

When it comes down to it, my daughters style is on point and I just look like a slob kabob.

Any moms out there feel me? 

How do you make sure you feel good about yourself and not lose who you once were?

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Six Months by the Sea




Dear Norah Lane,

Today you are 6 months old and we took you to the beach to dip your toes in the sand for the first time. I had a hard time choosing from the 300 photos we took because I just think you are the cutest little being I've ever laid my eyes on. You are starting to develop your little personality which means you're less of just a bump on a log and more of a sassy little person. 






You bring so much joy to everyone around you whether its family or a stranger in line behind us at the store. You can be quite the handful and often wear us out but you make up for it in cute little squeals or hugs and slobbery kisses. 


You love Linus the most. You would probably just ride around on his back licking him all day if I let you. Speaking of licking.....That's your favorite past time and you will lick just about anything...the couch, the coffee table, your carseat, my foot, the top of dads head. You even tried to lick the baby next to you at Gymboree. 



I have a feeling you're going to be a wild child. You love attention and your comedic timing is impeccable. How is that possible!?  I'm bracing myself for your strong will and determination to get whatever you set your mind on.

At night when I'm rocking you to sleep I just can't help but study every little feature from your eyelashes to your tiny little finger nails. I think you're pretty perfect and I get emotional just thinking about how you grew inside me and you are a mix of the two of us. 

You're already 1/2 a year and it seems impossible. Lets slow this down a bit, shall we?


And I'll try not to take 300 photos next time ;)