Wednesday, September 19, 2012

flannel fabulosity

Go on, say that three times fast.

Yep, I know. Didn't work for me either...

You know those days when you realize that attempts to make an ordinary life seem even remotely fabulous are in vain? And at the end of the day you're still just wearing flannel, with baby face smooshes visible on your mirror, while toddlers and slobbery bulldogs play at your ankles?

And I wouldn't trade it for the world.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

normal days and toddler eyes

Just a normal afternoon around these parts, but I explained the need to step up the everyday attire in my previous post. If you were to stop by today, this is what you'd find.

And a photo shoot. Because certain toddlers don't like to watch pictures be taken and miss out on the action.

And if you were to ask me what THE HECK said toddler is wearing, I'd tell you I am not responsible for his look. From here on out. He is Mr. Independent now in every. single. part of life and these are the pajamas he picked. And so these are the pajamas he wore. It could be worse. At least he's clothed!

Just remember this little talk when you see him in ridiculous things....and don't point your fingers at this girl. At his father, possibly, but I am taking noooo responsibility for the green cotton polo {with popped collar??} and multi-colored dino pants he decided to wear to bed tonight.

This kid.

Monday, September 17, 2012

front row seat

I think baby walkers should come with warning statements. You know, other than the traditional "don't let babies use this near the stairs or you'll see them do better flips than Olympic gymnasts" kind of stuff. It seems these four-wheeled devices are more dangerous than they appear. Warnings that caution "Do not underestimate the cruising speed of one of these suckers, lest they remove your ankles from your body." wouldn't be unreasonable. It would be nice to know such things before you're laying prone on the kitchen floor.

Roman made the mistake of innocently standing in the kitchen yesterday when Liam smashed into the back of his legs, making Ro freak out, frantically demanding to be picked up, and realizing that his home is no longer safe. That's the kind of mistake you don't make twice in life. Today, when the speeding bullet came hurtling his direction, he screamed, "Liam, watch out!!! Liam, watch out!!! No, Liam!!!" And took off running. We're talking sprinting. From one side of the kitchen to the other, down hallways and behind the island, finally finding solace perched on the second level of my kitchen shelves.

Sometimes Liam reminds me of the guy from Goonies.... "Heeeeey you guuuuuuys!" Hands held in the vertical position while his legs run Flinstone-style under him, propelling his walker at the speed of light and a grin on his face. It's really awesome. I think the detail that propelled the situation to levels of hilarity is the large Fridge Farm magnet that got stuck behind Liam and the walker back, so that a mechanical rendition of "Lou, Lou, skip to my Lou" became the theme song of terror.

And today I wondered, from my perch at the sink where I was washing dishes, whether I was obligated to do more than stand there laughing hysterically at the terrorist bouncing around my kitchen. I'm thinking- no. It comes down to two words: free. entertainment. I've come to the conclusion that being a mother simply means you have front row seats to the best comic show in town. And the tickets aren't cheap or easy to get, but you better believe they're worth it.
Holy moley.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

sunday groceries

Sunday around these parts is really pretty simple: church, lunch, naps, the family grocery run, dinner, baths, and bed. It's not fancy but it's a break from the norm and it feels good. 

And a little baby lovin' in the parking lot never hurt anyone. ;)

necklace: forever21, glasses: ray ban, shirt: target, chinos and loafers: jcrew

As I'm writing this blog post there is a big pot of homemade french onion soup cooking, waiting to be united with a glass of red wine and slices of fresh baguette. Sunday night, you couldn't get much better than this!

the anniversary, revisited

I know, I didn't give much detail in the previous anniversary post. I thought I'd let those ridiculous pictures do the talking. And they did, didn't they?? I don't think I could have summed up "us" any better.

Our anniversary was perfect. Jerr spoiled me with the traditional 5th year anniversary gifts of daisies and wood in the form of a jewelry box, came home from work early, we made a family trip to Target {which we really enjoy and do weekly as a family excursion together, for some sick reason...?} came home and did the nightly dinner/bathtime/bedtime routine, and then my sister-friend Rachel and her husband came over to hold down the fort while Jerr and I went for a dinner out to a phenomenal French restaurant. Hands down, one of the BEST evenings in Hawaii. Bar none. Du Vin, you are my newest love.

Dinner = a lemon-ginger martini for me and a Jerry's standard Old Fashioned, meat/cheese/pate app; a bowl of artichoke and prosciutto soup, shared; grilled lamb chops with fingerling potatoes and cauliflower, roasted duck breast on a bed of arugula and pureed parsnips and shallots; with vanilla bean creme brulee for dessert.

Happy, happy girl.

And listen, I know the pictures below are pretty crappy in terms of lighting, but that's because we were in a rush to get out the door and I just wasn't thinking "Oh, wait, let's take pictures for the blog." I was more concerned about a successful anniversary date night. And when you get home at 10:00 you're not about to go stand outside, or near an open window, for daylight. So they are what they are! I can tell you that the dress was a lemon-y yellow, the belt was glittering gold, and the shoes were a Tiffany-ish blue. ;)

And then I went to put on my pajamas.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

love, the Beckers

Today was our 5th anniversary and it was perfect.

5 years and a hundred more.<3

Friday, September 14, 2012

it's about to get real up in here

Tuesday evening I went to style a client on the other side of the mountains who lived in a GORGEOUS high rise overlooking the ocean. {It is worth mentioning that if I could live my Hawaii years all over again I would be doing it from that apartment. I stood there with my jaw on the floor for a good year or so.} As I stepped out of the elevators I noticed a giant floor-to-ceiling mirror. Convenient for bloggers who style and realize they never took a picture of the chosen evening's attire, no? So, I figured I'd grab a pic.

The caption for this photo reads, "Oh darn. I left the flash on from last night when I was stalking Roman while he slept, taking creeper pictures that would so terrify him that, should he wake up during the ninja mission, he would forever be afraid of the dark. Thus eliminating a possible career in spelunking forever."

Caption reads, "Blurry. Because as I was pushing the button I heard a door in the hallway and promptly bailed- dropping my phone while the picture-taking was in motion- and walked nonchalantly down the hall lest I look like a crazy in a hallway who attacks her victims using bad photography and rocking boots. Yes, that's right, Mr. Apartment Guy. I was just strolling off the elevator- whose door is definitely not just closing the way it should be if this story were really true- on my way to something very important and am in no way vain enough to glance in a mirror on my way. I am especially not taking a picture of myself while striking my own personal Blue Steele pose.... What are you looking at??"


The caption of the next picture will read, "This is what it looks like when one gets arrested in silk and leather. Dear Jerry: Help. Love, me."

Wednesday, September 12, 2012


A good pair of glasses is like a good friend. A good pair of sunnies, when living in Hawaii, is like family. And both are changing in my world. One for the better and one for the sad.

My glasses are getting an upgrade. I've had the same pair of glasses for the past four years and it was high time I changed them out. I have been wearing my non-prescription glasses for fun:

But now it's time to upgrade to the real thing:

And my other half. My special thing I bought to remember Roman's pregnancy- saving for months since there was no point buying clothes for an ever-growing belly. Huge sigh. They're gone, guys. :( The worst part is- I don't even know where! I can't remember having them one minute and not having them the next. I can't trace it. I just know I reached into their case to get them one day and they were gone. Not in the car, not in my purse, not in my house...just gone. I still haven't accepted it. And it may sound dumb but they were really special to me and they were the most perfect pair of sunglasses I've ever had. And there is no way I can just go out and buy a replacement pair now, with a huge move on the horizon and my monthly budget gone through the year. I'll get Chanel 5154s again some day, but for now a pair of Ray Ban "Jackie-O's" will have to get me through these hard, lonely, lost days.....

So long, Chanels.... you were perfect. I'm sorry.  :(

Monday, September 10, 2012

i will survive

I posted it on Instagram so I might as well come clean....I did it. I wore the flowered skinny jeans. AND I loved it. It looked a little strange catching a pattern in the corner of my eye where pattern does not usually dwell, but I can get used to it. And surprisingly enough {to me!} they seemed to go over very well with the general public- and also with the fellow I married. I'll take it. :)

In terms of styling these ladies, I decided to keep it really neutral with the black shoes and necklace. I don't usually wear the same color on the two, but since the jeans were a departure from my safety box, I thought that was brave enough for the day. I tried a chunky gold necklace first, but I felt like it was a little too much for my taste. The jeans are enough of a statement piece. I didn't need to wear more exclamations. Add to that a chambray shirt, which seemed to tone it all down, and you get the outfit below. 

It's basically my "usual" in reverse: only with pattern on bottom and jeans on top. It seems simple, but felt inexplicably fresh for me. It just feels good to mix it up. {side note: I find I'm doing the same with bracelets and earrings. I used to wear massive earrings every day. Now, I wear none. And after a long "chunky bracelet phase" I now find myself drawn to really refined, simple bands- if anything. And where there used to be silver there is now gold.} Sometimes a change simply scratches the itch in just the right place. I think that's why I enjoyed the flowers. Or the "vintage table cloth" as some referred to it. ;)

And also, I wore these shoes:

Let it be known that my feet have not worn REAL shoes {aka closed-toe+heels} in three and a half years and, three blisters later, I thought I died. I don't understand what happened! I used to wear these to teach. That's a 7-hour work day INCLUDING, but certainly not limited to, dancing like a crazy person to motivate "too cool" junior highers, trekking across three campuses, playing singing games outside in grass for elementary music, and stabbing podiums to death in high school. When did my feet become pansies?! One thing is for sure: December is going to be torture. I'm pretty sure my feet will stage a rebellion...and it's not going to be good.

I mean, I'm going to do it any way! Don't you worry. Just thought you should brace yourself- it could be traumatic. ;)

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

tuesday applause

1. This morning, during Liam's first nap, I asked Roman if he wanted to play in his room or clean. He said clean.
2. I have part of my house cleaned already!
 3. My laundry is almost done for the week.
 4. Both boys wanted an early nap. And so they are out cold.
5. Jerry is coming home early today and has off on Friday- a three day work week over here.
6. Girlfriends are coming over tonight to hang out. 
7. I'm sitting on my couch, drinking a HOT cup of coffee, and get to choose from new episodes of The View, Dear Genevieve, Barefoot Contessa, and Sarah's House! Or Pinterest. Or blogging. Or anything else I want because IT'S NAP TIME. 

Not bad, Tuesday....not bad at all.

fall day 2012

Well, guys, "Fall Day 2012" is in the books.

And the more we celebrate the 4th best holiday of all times (see blog post HERE for the explanation), the better it becomes. I think we're getting the hang of it. The proof for the non-believers, by the way, is in the pudding...or in this case, the Pumpkin Spice Lattes that Starbucks just happens to release for the first time on national Fall Day. Coincidence? I think not.

September 1st, Fall Day, is a day of wonderment, of enchantment...of magic.

The day began with Jerr waking up to take the boys (we take turns on the weekend so each of us sleep  as late as we'd like one day a week) and since I'm a Lazy Bones McGee I slept until 9:30. Then we all drove to Starbucks for our first annual Pumpkin Spice Lattes (well, make that a stiff apple juice and sweet baby smiles for half of us). Once we got home we decorated for fall, picked up some Sam Adams Octoberfest lager to enjoy with dinner, and Roman and I made pumpkin pie. It included things like Scentsy Pumpkin Roll wax, Glade pumpkin air freshners for the bathrooms, pumpkins that Roman still insists on counting several times a day, fall pillows on the couch, scarecrows named Andrew by the front door, berry wreaths, leaves sprinkled on any and all flat surfaces, black crows, round-bottomed gourds, and wishes for a "Happy Harvest" strewn about. Some call it overboard. I call it love.

I know, I dive hard into Fall Day. It's because I have always loved the fall. It's cozy to my heart. There is something about a time of year that involves sweaters you can sink into, boots that make your step a little more playful, hot beverages that steam when taken outside in the cold, chilly air that makes you squeeze your coat a little tighter, the vibrant COLORS of the leaves that crunch under your boots, the way the Appalachian Mountains look when decorated with those crunchy tumbling beauties, the "big holidays" like Thanksgiving and Christmas that loom closer and you can feel the festive static energy starts to hum....I love it. And oh, how I miss it. It's been 3 years since I've experienced fall in any capacity but 5 years since I've had a good, long, East Coast fall. And so a girl has to do what a girl has to do to recreate that when she feels so far from home.

I never mind the tropical island breezes April through August because 80's and clear, blue skies make a mighty fine summer, but during the 'ember months I really start to get homesick. This year was special because it was filled with all the dreams of what next year's fall will include: pumpkin patches (I know we have them here but it's not the same), apple picking, real orchard apple cider, cool nights, the smell of fall, and on and on I could go.  But I will say this: this year's Fall Day kicked the PANTS off of any past Fall Day ever- and there have been 5.

To quote Monica from FRIENDS, "In your face, last year's me!"

Saturday's moments were perfect- not the least of which were all the "Happy Fall Day" texts, fb posts, tweets, and messages from others who were celebrating with me! One of the coolest things about social media is how close it allows friends to stay, how well you can get to know new friends, and how much "home" still seems to make it's way to you. :):):)

It was perfect and wonderful and I'm still enjoying a home smothered in fall magic. I think our next coffee date will have to include some pumpkin pie...

or pumpkin coffee cake.....

                          ..................or pumpkin bread.....

                                                      .....................or pumpkin coffee........

someone make it stop.

No, don't. It hurts so good.

feathers and boots

Because Sundays are filled with sleeping in, church, Pirates named Jake, hot cups of coffee with heaping spoonfuls of homemade whipped cream, toddlers jumping, babies cuddling, attempted crawls, skyping with siblings, grocery gathering, neighbors stopping by, and at the end of it all- wondrous sweat pants.

But first must come the lipstick ;)