Dear Mom

 


Becoming a mom wasn’t something that I was ever afraid of. I was mentally prepared for all of the things that I would need to do. I was a nanny from 12 (yep, I have always been an old soul) until I left for college. I knew how to warm frozen breast milk and deal with a blowout. I had practiced the creeping out of the room as they fell asleep maneuver. Basically, I was confident going in to being a mother. It helped having an amazing example of a mother, but if I’m being totally transparent I was eager (and stubborn) to do it all myself and not need help. I still am in ways, but that’s another story for another day.
Having Elliot was by far the most humbling experience I have ever had. It doesn’t matter how much you think you know or are prepared for, there is absolutely nothing. NOTHING. That can prepare you for the love that you feel as a mother. For the absolute joy and absolute fear that can all be happening at the same time. I struggle to even write this, because there aren’t words. I’ll keep it short and say that moms are insane. We are overbearing. We are (or should be) an unfiltered support group for one another. We nag. We forget to brush our teeth. We hover. We worry. We are silly. We are hard on you. We let you fall. We pick you up. We wipe tears. We make smiles. We think about you before we think about ourselves. We don’t want to let you grow up, but are so excited and proud to see who you will become. We see ourselves in you, good and sometimes bad. And we love. Unconditionally.

So to my own Mom. I get you a little bit more after these last few years and thank you, quite simply because I don’t have any better words. To expecting moms. Brace yourself for the most fearfully wonderful ride. To new moms. Come find me if you need a hug and a moment of “holy crap”. And to the moms who have experienced loss. I sincerely hope that your loss and sadness are one day met with overwhelming joy and healing.

“Mom” Shirt 

Neckace

 

PJ Day

As a Mom, Mondays are my favorite. Mondays are, as often as I am able to, reserved for being at home with E. Recovering the house from the weekend (by Sunday night, I’m literally dying to clean) and being with E are the only two priorities. I am ordinarily a get up and dressed-for-the-day kind of person, but I give myself Mondays to keep my pajama pants on, throw on a clean shirt and have an easy, at-home day.

Elliot is at an amazing age: she still wants to match me (Hanna Andersson has the most amazing pajamas for the entire family. Once you start, they’re pretty hard to beat comfort wise) and tells me that I am her best friend, but she is also more independent with each day. If I have things to get done in the kitchen, she posts up at the sink and will play with scoops and bubbles for hours. I am constantly in awe of the wonderful imagination that she has; in ways it has challenged me to revisit my own that may have been lost in the cob webs. Something that I am learning as she gets older is that she has a desire to help and be a part of what is going on, so her sink playtime is evolving into her being given tiny tasks and loving every second of it.

Back to the Hannas, though. I am incredibly picky about what I sleep in. I don’t love regular pajama pants because they ride up my legs and end up in a nice glob behind my knees. Leggings make me feel claustrophobic and joggers are too tight of elastic around the ankle. Enter Hanna Andersson legging pajamas. The have a nice wide ankle, so they don’t ride up my leg or cut in to my lower calf and the are so. freaking. soft. They use all organic cotton and have an unconditional guarantee. What else can you ask for?

Who else is picky like me? Or am i the only spaz who has taken 10 years to re-find the perfect PJ?

 

Photography: Instant de Vie Photography

Pajamas: Hanna Andersson, Mom and Mini

Button Down: J Crew, similar here

Bow: Little Poppy Bow Co.

Stool: Ikea

Yellow Egg Bowl

 

What I Would’ve Worn

I kept you guys posted with my favorites as the Oscars 2016 Red Carpet went on last night, but I slept on it and decided which dress I wish I could wear ( I have two picks, because with all of those options who could pick one?!) and which dress would make my worse list if my opinion mattered. 

I completely missed J-Law on the Red Carpet and then I saw her sitting in the awards ceremony and it made me happy. The look reminded me of her pre-Dior contract days when she wore the Red Calvin Klein dress and just owned it. It didn’t look like she was trying too hard. It didn’t look like she was uncomfortable. She was just there, effortlessly making us all wish we did have a Dior contract.

Rachel McAdams dress would be the dress I wish I had the confidence to wear. I mean, the column look and fabric don’t lend to any flaws and it’s so simple that there’s nothing to distract you from her striking look. Her beauty choices were on point and nothing short of beautiful.

Now to Brie Larson. I was super disappointed with her dress. Her red carpet appearances are usually interesting, but pretty chic. The dress was distracting to me and her hair was underwhelming. I am pretty sure this was how I did my hair for my Senior Prom… when I was 17. I don’t like dogging people, because she had a big night and probably felt nothing but beautiful. I would have chosen something a bit more sophisticated had I been nominated for an Oscar. Just saying.

Happy Monday. Time for lots of coffee and jumping jacks to wake up.