I’m so glad I live in a world where there are beaches AND Octobers. Octobers + beaches = warm water and bright skies and easy parking and empty, sans-tourists shores, giving you room to play like you own the place. Like so☝️(she is so my child that owns every place everywhere we go. Zoom for the full effect💥💃😂☀️💛).
M’best look. Post-run, post-cleaning mop top. This one was major with those dreads, though. I was stopped dead in my tracks at the sight when passing by the mirror. Holy snap. 😍 Had to snap. 📸 Then had to capitalize and tell the big girls that this was going to be my Sunday do...💁♀️ Swipe for their responses. Volume up, watch their faces, catch a drift of their (polar opposite) personalities. One will say it like it is all day, every day 🤨, while the other will slap on her rose-colored glasses and tell you you’re okay. 🤩 They’re the best. And they believed me 10000% (so this was the best 🤓😆🤪😂).
Guys! I did a thing — I finally revamped my blog and made some space for the thing I’ve had a blast doing for the last 1.5 years: biz branding and freelance design work! I’ve shared bits of logos and designs I’ve made via Stories, but here’s my official, “I design” s/o. 🙌 Full deets in my prof — if anyone even sees this?? 🤔😂 It’s 10:00 PM in California and I don’t follow IG “rules” soooo, jury’s out on this one. Ah well! 🙃 Felt good to push myself in getting the revamped blog off the ground, and it has been such a thrill for me to have had space for fun-for-me stuff during this craycray life season. You can be your own, creative self AND a focused mom at the same time. 🤱👩🎨👩💻👩👧👧✨ Makes me happy. All is well!!
Happy October 1st from CA via the prettiest tree in our hood. And the legit butterfly that lives on its leaves (see it fluttering there?? It is always there)! 🌼🌼🌼🌼 Yellow has always been my fave color, I picked the sun to be “my” symbol when I was 12, and I have yet to meet a pair of closed-toe shoes (let alone boots) that I really, really love. IOW: Fall, you’re cute, but SMR4EVR ☀️☀️☀️☀️ (thanks, SD, for having my back on this one💛💛💛💛)!
Ryan think she’s our chubbiest. I can’t tell, since they’ve all been so dang scrumptious. I *can* tell that I’m mid-monologue here about how deep I am in it with her. Mmmm she is as sweet as SUGAR. I am so grateful she is mine. 💓💓 PS this week was nuts. My car broke down on Monday in the TJ’s parking lot just after getting all the goods for the week. It’s been five straight days without our swagger wagon, and while we’ve missed her, I just can’t shake that it broke down AFTER we got all of our food. Because, it turns out, we actually could survive being homebound (🤯). Haven’t needed a thing outside of these walls. Got a little stir crazy up in here today, but we had our food! Our actual needs were covered all week. TM = tender mercy = an unexpected blessing from God that balances out the blatantly hard. Grateful some more. 💓
“Give me something silly!” Eeeeeeasy. 🤨😙😄😉 Worked all day to soak up their silliness and laugh off today. Today was a doozy. But just about every other day around here is a doozy. And I have come to realize that I’ve joined the ranks of women across the world with lots of children whose every day — no matter how organized, pre-planned or well-dreamt — is a doozy. Which is fine! Totally great. You just have to keep laughing somehow, someway. You have to keep your chin up in order to keep your head from sinking beneath the waters. Just keep swimming. Like today? I was grocery shopping at Trader Joe’s with 3 of my 4 when a man turned me to and said, “Please don’t tell me you’re going to have another one.” *Ummm, excuse me?* 🧐 I think I want to start sharing more of my day-to-day thoughts on my blog again, so the rest of this lil story is over there. Link in profile, if you’re interested in a 2-minute read/rant about how to talk (or not to talk? 😉) to a mom with multiple kids, IMO. Plus a little encouragement to keep going, you hands-full mama. 🤪😘 All in this together! ❤️
“Smiiiile!” 📸 Click, bam!, Claire was running back to her ocean (see that flash-of-a-headband in her hand? 😍). We stopped and said “hi” to the water while out today. I was grateful for the reset. I needed its help w/ washing away my fatigue from the week. I’m so feeling it. But my guess is that you are, too. And my girl next door, and the woman across town, and the sister across the world. Our problems are rarely ever just *our* problems, you know? Jobs aside, family dynamics aside, cities aside, we’re ALL riding this crazy train. Like last night — the recycling guy was making his rounds at 7:15 PM. “There’s another wife out there missing her man at the witching hours, too,” I thought. And then I could see her: haggard but holding her last strings together. Corralling her babies to the tub. Washing them all, snuggling them till they slept, and then turning toward the mess that was their day and taking care of that, too. I don’t know where or how that woman lives but I get where she is: it’s right where I am. Seeing life’s equalizers > discriminators = the most comforting, encouraging thing. And a major way I’ve mentally coped this time around post-baby. I’m so not alone! We’re all on this crazy train together. 🙌❤️
One night over the summer, I found her sitting up in bed and teary — “Mom, do I *have* to leave home to go to college?” Heavens no, I told her. “There is a college right down the 5, right here in San Diego!” “Alright I’m going to that one. But not in FOREVER, okay? I’m not ready yet.” ☺️ GOOD THING she isn’t ready for college yet. But 1st grade?! Born ready! ❤️💥 I love Olivia so, so much. She is forever my best friend. Be good to her this year, Life, that piece of my whole soul walking out there on her own. 💕 (Man, will this growing-up gig EVER get easier?!? 😭🎢😂💛)
Last-summer-beach-day pic on the blue steps — our trad since 2016. It’s a rad trad, because one day allll the pictures from allll the summers’ end here will tell a story of how they grew up together in the sun and sand, and it’s going to make me cry and I’m going to love it. Yes I’m even going to make them take the blue steps pic when they’re 12-18+ y/o’s (already prepped for their too-cool eye rolls 🙄💪), and I won’t let them escape the shot until at least two of them hang on those handrails then, too. AND if someone will cry out of desperation for the whole thing to be over, well, that’ll be the cherry on top. 🐒😭🍒 Can’t WAIT for the day! Except for that I can since they’re the cutest things on the planet rn. Anybody got a way to Insta-freeze?? I could stop these babies this second and keep them as they are for forever! 💛💛💛💛