day at the beach

How amazing are these beach towels, yes beach towels, that I just saw on One Kings Lane? I mean seriously. I'm in love. I kind of want them all. Mostly I want the lobster, followed by the beach lady with the dog and then the girls in the car. Ahhh, summer, you can't come soon enough!

weekend wear - shape your fedora!

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Jeans, boots, sunnies and a sweatshirt with attitude.  

(Okay, I may have to give this one up before Little C can read.) 
The hat covers my unwashed hair. 
The accessories detract from my makeup-less face. 

 There's nothing really special about this ensemble other than its comfortable and easily recreated.  Just make sure your jeans are skinny, your sweatshirt is oversized and your fedora is SHAPED.  There's nothing I hate more than an unshaped fedora.  Don't just pull it off the shelf and wear it.
 For the love.

Real Beauty

This video has been going around the internet. Maybe you have already seen it, but in case you haven't it is definitely worth watching.

Isn't it so interesting how some women perceive themselves?  I think most women are too critical of themselves.  Sometimes when I'm with my girlfriends they will say something about how they look that is so out of left field and so overstated that I'm often really surprised that they said it.  '

I wish I could give each one of my girlfriends my description of the way they look. I think we would all be surprised by another person's description.

serious conversations

There's something funny about how serious this little person gets.  When he focuses on something and gets serious, he furrows his brow, pushes out his lips and has almost a lazer gaze.  In this picture he was serious about my hair, whether it came off and if he could get it in his mouth.  Somedays it makes me sad that this little person won't always fit in my lap and won't always want to play with my hair.  Then I have to remind myself that a growing, healthy baby is nothing to be sad about.

At some point here I am going to have to drop him off at daycare.  We've had the luxury of him being at home for more than 10 months.  I do not think the daycare transition is going to go well.  My internal debate is -- who is going to cry more - me or him???  I'm thinking I might win and the mascara running down my face will surely make for ONE UGLY cry.  I am such an ugly crier.

We will see how long I can avoid this transition...I hear the Jeopardy Song in the back of my head "do do do do do do do... do do do do... .DO... dodododo" or is that the theme song for Jaws?

weekend brunch

I had great plans to make something delicious and bacon-y for weekend brunch, but I just couldn't find the motivation.  Instead, it was leftover strawberries, blackberries over greek yogurt.  It seems that I can find just about anything to toss in greek yogurt.  My favorite is honey.

st patrick's day

I'm a couple weeks behind on here, but bear with me.

St. Patrick's Day is HUGE in New York.  Everyone is a little Irish, a lot happy and in some cases a little intoxicated - it was a weekend after all!  We didn't partake in the imbibing, but we put on our green pants, our shamrock socks and headed to the parade.  St. Patrick himself blessed us with this beautiful blizzard of snow.  I seized the opportunity to expose this little man to the glistening white flakes that I love so much!

He was unsure.  He ducked, he frowned, he spotted one on my scarf and tried to grab it.  The whole thing was a little overwhelming, so he buried his face in my scarf and waited for me to put him back into the safety of his stroller.

So, he doesn't love the white stuff just yet.  It's coming.  I'm patient.  I know the day will come when I'll peel off his snowy mittens and wet pants and wonder if he's wet from the snow or sweat.  We'll sit down at the kitchen table for grilled cheese and hot tomato soup with some hot chocolate for dessert.  I'll throw his clothes in the dryer, but before they're finished, I'll cave to his begging to go out and play a little more before it gets dark.  I know how this goes.

Now, the question is - while he is out there, will he build a fort and load it with snowballs to ambush his father when he gets out of the car for work?  I'm thinking the answer to this is a resounding yes. 

breathe deep

I snapped this on the way out to my parents house for Easter this past weekend.

Something about the clouds is reminding me to BREATHE DEEP.  

This a good thing. Its only Monday and I'm already having to remind myself to breathe.  

Too many things at once.

In case you were worried, I'm not in a corner with a paper bag and a concerned look on my face.   Days (or weeks!) like this, are usually an exercised in self-restraint for me.  If you know what I mean.  

Do you know what I mean? I need to find more of my people.

 

Stop laughing at me.

Ok, you can laugh at me, but then you HAVE to comment because then you really are "my people" and we should eat cake together.