Category Archives: Inspiration

Lately

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(Necklace: instagram shop  Shirt: thrifted  Jeans: Old Navy Maternity  Shoes: Nordstrom-Seychelles)

I know that normally I have some clever “verbal vomit” to put out with each post, but things have been so nuts lately, so I figured I’d just catch you up on my life happenings:

-I entered a black and white portrait of my husband into the fair photography contest. I’m really hoping I get in, but most of all I can’t WAIT for the fair to start!

-We celebrated two birthdays this weekend (my niece and my dad), so my belly is contently full of celebratory sugary desserts.

-We are making a hallway to nowhere in our house (long story…I’ll explain later), so we spent a good part of the weekend texturing, priming and painting. I’m beat.

-I am pretty sure I am giving birth to a baby ninja or an octopus. Either way, he NEVER stops moving. And I can’t wait to meet him. 🙂

Is Waddling A Sport?

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(Necklace: instagram shop  Shirt: Motherhood Maternity  Pants: Mossimo  Shoes: clothing exchange)

I tell ya, if waddling was an Olympic sport, I would be a gold medalist. I try so hard to walk normally, but it just isn’t possible. No matter how I move, I have this awkward swaying motion. And also, I wanted so badly to pull a joke on someone when they asked me when I was due, by looking shocked/offended/mortified and then telling them I am most certainly not pregnant, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I guess by now, with the waddle and giganto belly, it’s pretty obvious that I’m “with child”.  Maybe next time…

Motherhood Success

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(Necklace: Target  Shirt: GAP  Skirt: garage sale  Shoes: Ross)

This has been the first season that my oldest son has played baseball and we are loving it! I was a little worried before we signed him up that the schedule would be crazy, but so far it hasn’t been too bad. I don’t know what I’m going to do when he’s not in t-ball and the games are longer than three innings or when we have more than one kid playing a sport. GULP. I tell ya though, I’ve never felt such success at being a mother than when we come home from a game every week and I successfully get all the dirt and grass stains out of his WHITE baseball pants. Woot. Self-high-five!