Knowing exactly what you want is something I am pretty good at. I spend my time making the right decision about a pair of high waisted jeans or weighing all the options when considering the perfect black boot. I can tell you right now that I have always wanted a house painted a crisp white with clean black trim, a wood paneled jeep grand wagoner and a collie. Things like that, trivial things, are the types of things that I can tell you that I know for sure.
Just last week my dad sent me a link to a bunch of family photos that he had scanned. One photo in particular stuck out to me. It was my grandmother holding my cousin Robyn, probably 35 years ago. The early 1980’s and all the women are in heels. My Tia Isabel is wearing what looks like a chambray romper (want!) and my mom is looking very lady like in black and white asymmetrical designed dress with white heeled sandals. I would love to find both of these looks look in my own closet, I wish I could see their purses and accessories closer. My Welita is in a stylish blouse and pants and looks glamorous with sunglasses and her hair down. Continue reading “Mom before me”→
So far this month I have turned 33, spent the majority of the month on a legit vacation in Mexico and said goodbye to my maternal grandmother. It has been a blur. It has been beautiful. It has been sad.
On April 2nd we picked up and flew to Mexico for a last minute spring break trip that lasted a glorious 10 days. I celebrated my birthday reading Big Little Lies poolside under palm trees with the sun kissing my bikini clad body. We got home last Tuesday night and I woke up to the news of my Abuela passing during the night. Continue reading “life shit”→
Thanksgiving is my most favorite holiday and this year did not disappoint. It was simple and perfect making memories with best friends and of course family.
As I wrote before the past few weeks were kind of funky for me but things turned around Wednesday in the best way. I went back to one of my favorite workouts, Burncycle, after realizing that I had put it on the back burner for the past couple weeks. My favorite instructor, and friend, Jessi was teaching and she kicked me back into shape- mentally. She always puts things into perspective and I realized how reliant I am on her classes, her coaching and her mindfulness. I do not consider myself a ‘hokey’ yogi type, and her classes are not for the faint of heart. But they do kind of wake me up mentally and allow for some reflecting and personal time to work through my own thoughts and feelings. I was really missing that the past few weeks and she put me back into a really good place.
With that, I woke up Thanksgiving morning and scrolled through my instagram feed and found a post from one of my #momcrushes Latonya. She is a beautiful writer, photographer, wife, mother, being and I paused on her image and words in honor of Thanksgiving: Continue reading “Thanksgiving words”→
I had an epiphany this week while racking my brain about a gift for Mike for Father’s Day. Then I thought, “what did I get for Mother’s day?” Asking that question put it all into perspective for me. Why did it matter what I ‘got’? Continue reading “Anti Father’s Day?”→
Last Wednesday our little boy turned one year old. I was apprehensive about hosting a party, for multiple reasons, but finally obliged and kept it tight with just family. Those who love him the most and who he is lucky enough to see on the weekly.
At 10 months into being a family of three, I can’t help but feel like I didn’t really know the value of a weekend prior to having a baby. I realize how ridiculous this is to say, but hear me out. Weekends pre baby were fun. Sleeping in & going out, doing things that I could not fit into the workweek. They were good, but never really felt like a real escape from the week. Partially due to who I would spend my weekends with, a lot of friends from work, but also because I would do a fair amount of work or be traveling for work on weekends.
Six days into July and I can already say that it is my favorite month ever. A few things contributed to why July has been so amazing.
Three day weekend.
Friends & family.
In case you missed it, we had a national holiday on Saturday and because of that we had Friday off from work which, you guessed it, equals: THREE DAY WEEKEND!!!
My best friend Emi came into town from NY to stay with us for the holiday weekend. My cousin Alma returned from 3 weeks abroad and our lifelong Elizabeth heard about all of us getting together and booked a flight too!
The Fourth of July has become a cherished holiday for me due in large part to the kids parade in my parent’s neighborhood. I was looking forward to it this year especially as a milestone. Last year, post parade, we announced our pregnancy to my family with a little American Apparel onesie featuring the American flag on it. I dressed Mo in the onesie right before we headed up to the parade this year which was special. It fit him perfectly, so perfect in fact that I am nervous it might not fit him in a couple weeks.
We spent the majority of the weekend in our front yard which is a new thing. Our back yard is probably four times the size of our front yard but the large patch of shade provided by the walnut tree in our front yard was a very welcomed destination. Friday we enjoyed lunch with old friends from out of town in the front yard. Saturday an impromptu Fourth of July picnic and Sunday the Women’s World Cup viewing with a large group of friends followed by movie night featuring Almost Famous.
Every single day this weekend was full or enjoyable moments with people I love, keep it up July!
As I write this it is Monday June 29th at 10:37pm. I just wrapped six of six straight days of a shoot for work. I arrived down in LA last Monday evening for work. First thing Tuesday morning I started with wardrobe and casting. Well to be fair, first thing was a 7am Soulcycle with my friend Kam.
Being on production can be taxing and most often requires long stretches of time away from home.
Because of this we decided to have Mike and Mo fly down Wednesday through Monday so we could spend some time together and so that night time feedings and nursing would be easier for everyone… Who likes waking up before your alarm to pump? Nursing your own baby is a much better experience.
Call times have been typically 6:30 am and we have wrapped no earlier than 8pm each day with at least a 30 minute car ride back to the hotel from set. So that leads little time to hang with my guys especially since I am pretty beat from days on location in the heat and sun once I return to the hotel.
Enough with the details of production life. The point is I was anticipating a bit more time to spend with Mike and Mo, I optimistically packed a swimsuit but have not even walked by the pool.
Additionally, from Mike’s perspective I don’t think he was planning on spending the entire day with Mo on his own. Production schedules typically change and adjust allowing some downtime during the day or unexpected opportunities to return to leave set, which ours didn’t. But the good part is both Mike & Mo have doing really really good without me. I was anticipating texts for help or even panic. But I truly have received none. The closest thing was a very calm/normal phone call from the PDX airport asking me to remind him how to fold down the travel stroller. Instead of panic though I have been on the receiving end of a lot of cute photos of my guys lounging in the room, dipping in the pool, drinking americanos and visiting pool parties with friends.
I am so relieved and happy to know that their time together was beneficial for all of us. Most of all I am really impressed with Mike’s stamina and ability, yes I know that sounds bad, to spend all day with Mo. Take care of every feeding, diaper change, entertainment, nap, fuss etc. Scattered throughout the post are some photos via text that Mike sent me throughout the days of their activities. It was so nice to come home to them at the end of each day. Such a relief on my breasts too. I was pumping on set but Mo does a better job at getting the milk out than the pump does.
My guys left mid day Monday afternoon back to Portland as Mike had some meetings to attend to back home. Now I am sitting in the king size bed of my hotel room with traces of their visit, the rollaway crib, a diaper, some of their leftover dirty clothes and empty baby bottles. I have the room to myself and the night to myself along with the TV remote and a glass of rosé.
I remember being on production last September, a 10 day stretch when I started the blog. I looked forward and imagined nights like this. Away from my husband and child. Alone in a comfortable room the night before heading back home to them in the morning. I remember thinking that I would try to really appreciate and take advantage of these little pockets of ‘me time’ that are allowed and come my way. And here I am, doing exactly that.