As much as I love to run in the mornings, I can talk myself out of it surprisingly easy. Paul & I eat cereal like every night. I really don’t like when baby boys are dressed like hipster girls. When I’m alone in the car, I drive a little too fast and listen to my…
Lately, I really miss shooting on film. It’s been quite awhile. As soon as I got my first digital camera about 8 years ago, there was really no going back. The convenience, simplicity and instant gratification of it all had me hooked. But if you’ve ever shot film, then you already know what I’m about…
Mother’s Day strangely brought up a lot of insecurities for me. You’re supposed to celebrate all your accomplishments as a mom, and all I could think about was everything that I was doing wrong. About 2 years ago, I stopped hoarding magazines. I used to save them all until I had cut out my favorite…
Busy week over here in Burbank. On top of the usual crazy schedule, we had to squeeze in a first dentist visit and a follow up with the orthopedist. Just those 2 extra things made me feel so tired! We got some good news and some not-that-great-but-not-terrible news. Good news first, right? Stevie will not…
The last time we went to Mammoth, I was very, VERY pregnant. Like 8 months pregnant. Like the kind of pregnant where people ask if you are having twins and “are you actually going to get bigger than this?” kind of pregnant. You know, the most flattering, heavenly I mean, the most uncomfortable, can’t-wait-to-get-this-baby-outta-me part of…
When I first heard we would be having a big family BBQ for Mother’s Day, my inner voice let out an audible groan. What I actually wanted was to be in a spa with body oil, a back massage, someone picking at my face, and a mani/pedi. But instead I would be outside, in the…
When my sister and I shared a bed growing up, if she so much as brushed against my arm, I would punch her as hard as I could in her sleep. Hey, I was just teaching her boundaries. Isn’t that what older sisters are for? So mean. I love not washing my hair for as long as…
I noticed the other day that the t-shirts I jog in are giving me a farmer tan. If I lived on a farm, this would be perfectly fine. Probably even expected. But in the grand city of L.A. I don’t even think it’s allowed! I’m pretty sure there are rules about that sort of things…
When Stevie started Occupational Therapy about 8 months ago, he would have nothing to do with it. Well, actually, all of his therapies have started out that way. But OT was one of the worst. The longest resistance. His therapist would come to our house and work with what we had, to try and improve…
I broke my shopping diet. Relapsed. Spent $50 at Old Navy. It was a particularly stressful week and honestly, it felt soooo gooood. Stevie sat quietly while I tried on a bunch of clothes and that, in itself, was a miracle. Now I think that maybe if I was going to go to the trouble…