Add this to reasons I love #Louisville: All the stores have really cute dogs. The owner of this antiques shop even gave me some of his pup’s treats for me to take home to Ella since they both have the same skin allergies!
does anyone want a free steven alan romper in xs? i unearthed this stupid romper yesterday in one of the many bags of clothes that still remains unpacked (has it really been 5 months since the move?), and the way it brings me back to that disappointing week in the summer of 2010 when i sadly discovered that, once again, steven alan cannot be relied on to make a consistent xs, ugh, i’d just rather find this sad romper a new home.
info — the romper is kind of new. i wore it maybe three times, a few hours each time, each time in disbelief that it refused to fit my body. you are good to go if you are 5’2” and below, but no go if you have a long torso.
disclaimer — the picture above? is not my romper. i’m too lazy to take a photo of my romper, and couldn’t find one online. but blog posts read better when accompanied with a photo, so hence the unrelated picture of another steven alan romper.
description — none. you are getting a free romper — let it surprise you.
how — leave me a note here.
Look at what Sean texted me while I was in the hospital with Lilibeth. If ever you wondered what Annabelle might look like were she to leave home to hang out with Pete Doherty, here you go. This is some greasy, Class A drug hair.
Man, life was easy when it was just 1. Hard to remember that I ever thought Annabelle was a handful, now that we’ve added a newborn to the mix. Luckily, Lilibeth sleeps and eats way better than I’d hoped - having low expectations was a good strategy, although we had no other point of reference considering that Annabelle worked us like dogs her first year.
By the way, apologies for this pitiful photo. But it kind of captures Annabelle and Lilibeth’s essence pretty well — Annabelle’s energy is super fast and charged in comparison with Lilibeth’s — the blur of movement actually nails it.
The transition from 1 to 2 has been rather smooth (so far) cus Sean’s been a freaking rock star dad. Handles the entire Annabelle operation by himself, including waking up with Little Miss every morning around 5:40am and making all three meals and two snacks. PLUS handles all outside house maintenance, which is no easy thing considering that we opened the pool super early this year. PLUS volunteers to change Lilibeth’s diapers. PLUS makes me food.
The last one — well, should I be annoyed? I’ve known this guy since 2006, the entire time he played dumb in the kitchen, and suddenly he is whipping up fried mandu (wontons) and delicious sandwiches? Clearly, he was holding back all these years. Asshole.
JK! Not an asshole. Well, maybe a very sweet asshole.
Dear Baby: Bloggers for Birth Kits
Did you know that the maternal death rate of women in Papua New Guinea is 1 in 7? That’s a pretty shocking statistic. A mama friend of mine, Adriel, is leading the charge to collect ” clean birth kits” through an organization called Medical Ships to get life saving birth kits into the…
big sister obsession, 4.2012: band-aids for fake boo boos.
big sister obsession, 4.2012: “baby!”
big sister obsession, 4.2012: begging.
big sister obsession, 4.2012: bike rides with daddy.
“MY baby!”
hi, little sis!
o, wow, i love her so much. michelle obama loves target!!! me, too. and we prob shop at the same target, you guys. do you think she shoplifts like annabelle?
(actually, annabelle doesn’t shoplift - she flat out steals. just walks past the registers with whatever she wants in plain view. sigh.)
back to michelle o. who does her make-up? amazing.
girl
One month and eight days into suburbia, I am happy to report that I love it here. Yes, of course, I prefer city life, but DC isn’t that much of a hustle bustle, bursting-at-the-seams-with-creativity kind of city anyway, you know? Our house in the ‘burbs is just so much more comfortable, and I no longer have to bother with stupid city stuff, like trash pick up that doesn’t really pick up trash, or rats in our patio.
I do wonder, though, whether I fit in so well here. The moms here wear khakis and Tory Burch flats, Kate Spade diaper bags, and blow out their hair. Which I think is a great look, I wish I were that polished sometimes, but I’m more rag tag. Today, I am on Day 3 of a very comfortable but mismatching outfit consisting of a black maternity tank top, navy Rogan open sweatshirt with asymmetrical hems, heather grey leggings, and army green platform Pedro Garcia booties. And when I see pictures like this one here, my first thought is, “Nice tits.” Seriously, how nice are these boobs? One thing I miss about being young is wearing nipples as accessories.
So, wish me luck, you guys, I hope I don’t say anything inappropriate at my first playgroup meeting next week.
(Source: to-young)
