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March 2011

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The It List

Five things I’m lovin’ right now …
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This bad-ass unicorn by Aled Lewis. And only $20 for a print!

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Ombre tights. [via]

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Boysenberries, in particular boysenberry yogurt. I’m kinda addicted. Plus yogurt is one of those very easy things to eat when you’re caring for a child all day and have no time to cook. [photo by sashafatcat]

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Avril Loreti’s paint chip placemats. [via]

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“Castle.” Something about this whodunit TV show is very calming to me, so I DVR it every week.

Tired. Mommy.

Tired. Mommy.

This is me. Unedited. Unflattering. This is me after I finally get Alexa down for her morning nap. Sometimes it’s still morning. Sometimes it’s early afternoon if she refuses to sleep. But still, I look like this. Raw, exhausted, wild-haired, eating a banana, taking a breather for my sanity.

Just keeping it real.

First Outing to the Park

Day in the Park
Day in the Park
Day at the Park

Last week we took Alexa for a walk in the park. It was a brisk, chilly, overcast day, so our photoshoot was rather brief before we transitioned her into the Moby wrap, where she got cozy and warm for the duration of our outdoors activity. I was excited to check out the children’s play area of this park but was disappointed when I saw there were only TWO swings. I’ve noticed that fewer parks are installing swings, and the huge swing sets that already exist contain fewer and fewer actually swings. What is this world coming to when a child cannot swing? I remember the bulk of my childhood playtime was spent leaning back and forth, pumping my legs and looking up at the sky as the wind brushed my cheeks and hair. There’s nothing like that feeling! Husband and I sat on the two lonely swings and I gave Alexa her first proper swing experience. She was already sleeping the Moby wrap, but I can vouch for her. She loved it.

By the way, the headband I’m wearing is Alexa’s. For some unknown reason, it was in the baby section but clearly is too large for a baby’s skull.

Fashion Forward: April Showers

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This is my aesthetic looking ahead at the next month. Kind of moody, kind of easy, kind of L.A. bohemian. I’m loving the free-flowing shirts and dresses with flats. Truth be told I could’ve picked a ton more stuff to fit this vibe off Need Supply, but these five are my favorite. The tribal feel of the earrings, the funkiness of the Jeffrey Campbell loafers, the stripes — oh the stripes! What about you? What are feeling for the month of April?

1. Striped Tailback Tee
2. Striped Jammy Jam Tee
3. Hunting Earrings
4. Flowers in Seaglass/Smoke
5. Elegant Loafer Jaguar

Baby Talk

Eight Weeks

Dear Baby Alexa,

Eight weeks old. This has been the shortest long week of your little life so far. Short because days and nights are running into each other. Long because you don’t sleep. Yep, I said it. You are becoming THAT CHILD. The one who is super sensitive to sound, light and has a superhuman ability to know the exact second Mommy has snuck off to pee. Mommy and Daddy are delirious from sleep deprivation, but just when we think we can’t take another minute of your fussiness you up and smile at us. And not just a tiny I’m a baby and babies smile smile. I’m talking full-on, gums-glaring happiness. We aren’t sure whether it’s glee over pushing Mommy and Daddy to the limits or whether you’re just happy to see us (as if you haven’t seen us for hours and hours and hours on end). Whichever … it still melts us immediately to see that smile. So bravo, little one. You’ve cracked the code to Mommy-Daddy crankiness. Now will you sleep already?

Things you love: laughing when we rub your little chin, your hands, when Mommy sings a song for you in the morning, going for walks in your Moby wrap, being naked, scratching your cute face (stop it!)

Things you hate: sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep

Xoxo,
Mommy

Shut Your Eyes!

Sleeping, Take 1
Sleeping, Take 3
Sleeping, Take 2

Never mind us. We’re just working on our sleep over here. At 7.5 weeks, we realize it’s too early to TRY to sleep train, that we’re supposed to wait till she’s 4 months old, but who are we kidding? The sooner, the better. This little girl refuses to sleep unless she’s being held, rocked, nursed or some combination of the three. Even then, we have to tiptoe around her or she’ll give us the stink eye. I’m looking into the future and seeing that this could be a big problem. How do you get an infant to sleep on her own around a normal amount of noise? I’ve been reading up on the cry-it-out method, and there is just so much conflicting information out there. How about it, mamas? Anything tried-and-true you’d like to share with this first-time mom?

Baby Talk

Seven Weeks

Dear Baby Alexa,

Seven weeks old. I don’t know where the time’s going. Well, actually I do. It’s spent kissing your chubby cheeks. I can’t get enough of them.

Bedtime is going to be a problem with you. After your bath you are taking longer and longer to sleep. There’s more babbling/screaming involved, and you made Mommy and Daddy so delusional at one point that they actually heard you babble/scream “Mom-my!” We realize you’re still a few months away from coherently saying that … or are you?

You’ve discovered the joy of making spit bubbles. You love to smile and coo. You’ll nap in your swing now (as long as it’s rocking fast enough), but you’re still apprehensive about sleeping in your crib. Maybe one of these days.

It’s a rare rainy Sunday in Los Angeles, a rain of epic proportions. As I’m typing this dogs are barking in fear and ambulances are driving by in droves. It seems like craziness in the outside world but there you are, peacefully napping in your swing. I can’t wait till you wake up again so I’ll have a legitimate reason to scoop you into my arms and start nibbling on your cheeks again.

Xoxo,
Mommy

Nap Time

Fashion Forward: Gray Linen

Have you noticed the smell of spring in the air? Newly mown grass and the lingering freshness of dew … as fresh as morning moisture can be in this dingy city, what with the smog and constant film of grime on your car. Oh, wait. Where was I? Oh yes, springtime. Dew. Birds chirping. Bunnies hopping. You get the picture.

Spring makes me want to dress myself in gray linen. Light, airy, easy, innocent.

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And something coordinated for the little one to wear:

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The Written Word: Typos

Tired Of Typing

I’ve been querying my novel for the past few months. It took me a long time to come up with a query letter I was proud of, that fit all the standards agents say they’re looking for.

As I was copying and pasting into yet another email, I reread my masterpiece. What. The. Eff.

Come to find out I botched the opening paragraph of my query letter. It’s tiny, very tiny. But there’s a big difference between “of” and “off.”

That pesky letter “f.”

Eff!

So embarrassed.