Monthly Archives: July 2017

Kelly’s can’t miss, go there immediately, travel spots

Jul. 27th, 2017

I’ve been super lucky in my life to travel quite a bit. I could never pick my favorite country/destination/city, BUT what I can do is recount some of my favorite eats, epic experiences, and legit, off-the-beaten-path excursions. 

Greece
If I could go back in time to one moment it would be for the world’s best falafel. Yes, my wedding and the birth of my child certainly gave me the feels. But this falafel is HEAVEN. When I was in Athens these little (read: huge) sandwiches were heaven wrapped up in a doughy crispy pita.

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Falafella’s, Athens, Greece

Iceland
I am not a risk-seeker. By nature I am a rule follower, analytical thinker (yes yes, overly analytical to the point of craziness). Danger to me is a side ponytail situation. Seriously, side ponies are living wild, ladies. But when I got on the snow mobile on the top of a glacier I became Ms. Danger. I was full throttle, leave the group behind, carve my own path, hi-ho silver. I admit, I flipped the snowmobile on top of myself (just bruised knees and ego), but laughed the minute I got up. It was the most free I’ve ever felt. Highly recommend letting your risk flag fly high on this thing.

Yep. I’m on the moon.

Snowmobiling in Iceland

Czech Republic
I’m going to have to figure out how to make these on the blog because they are Prague’s answer to the crack epidemic. Who needs drugs when you can eat trkjlijfelwjfe (ok, it’s actually Trdlo, but this spelling reflects my pronunciation).

Ghana
Not only is this the country where I got engaged it’s also where I ate the BEST daily lunch. Pictured behind the man with the sheep. Where he put a ring on it. 

France
Ice cream is by far my favorite thing on the planet. In fact, while writing this I just ate two ice cream bars. I’m breastfeeding, I need the calories. Don’t judge me. In Paris we thought we stopped in on a little ice cream shop, but it was oh so much more. In 35 seconds she suuuuurved me up this beauty. Layers upon layers of flavors. 

I am unintentionally holding these like they are my ta-tas…

So, what are you waiting for? Go jump on that snowmobile with your dessert crack-substitute in hand, with the best Greek, African lunch in your belly, and finish your day with a little ta-ta flower ice cream.

You are welcome, America. 

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Kelly’s roundup: Favorite Ikea hacks

Jul. 25th, 2017

I’ve done countless IKEA DIY projects in my house because look what the results can yield!! Plus, I’m cheap. And kind of proud of it? Yes, I am. I’m CHEAP! Here are some amazing projects for your home with minimal dollar dollar bills required.

I’ve scoured the inter-webs and found my six faves. Pretty genius.

Clockwise starting with the top left: Spartan desk, Utility shelving, Rustic side console, Floating cabinetry, Styled bar cart, Mid-century modern nursery dresser

 

What’s in My Hospital Bag

Jul. 20th, 2017

Yes, I planned for the baby. I took birth classes, baby CPR, blah blah blah. But more importantly I spent a good deal of time planning a critical element pre-baby….the hospital bag. I’m not sure why, but I spent many hours in the dark interweb depths of pinterest looking at example hospital bags. There’s something sort of magical thinking about what you will be wearing whilst baby leaves your cozy uterus and enters the real world. I wanted to wear adorable PJs, so he could see what a stylish Mom he has…but I was warned that anything you wear those first few days will be ruined. Now, I didn’t want many more details than that, lest I decide I should not give birth after all and just keep him inside me forever. So I figured dark PJs with a print would be able to fight the good fight. And they were fine. So have faith, ladies! You can be comfy and sort of cute (though your level of caring about cuteness is about a negative 72% due to sheer exhaustion and overwhelming love). Nevertheless, I am so glad I thoroughly planned the hospital bag because when my husband asked where the deodorant, flip flops, underwear, dried mango, etc…were, I had a plan for it all!

Here’s what I brought organized by person (and it was so exciting planning for THREE people!).

1/ PJs  2/ Light weight bathrobe  3/ Heavy bathrobe  4/ Heavy duty slippers with tread (don’t wear dainty things around the hospital and I actually wore these basically everyday for the first eight weeks of his life)

5/ Maternity pants (just cause the baby’s out now, don’t think you are immediately past maternity clothes. Stretch pants are going to be your friend for awhile) 6/ Oversized sweater 7/ Nursing bra

8/ Sweats (kind of upscale sweats? Guys are so lucky they can look adorable in sweats). 9/ Hoodie 10/ Long-sleeve t-shirt (maj sale right now) 11/ Slippers

12/ His going home outfit.I love that his outfit has little pockets for his tiny baby keys and mini wallet. 13/ Back-up outfits (just in case).14/ Hats! (We live in Boston and he was born in January, so you better believe he was bundled up). 15/ Mittens. Yes, these things are tiny and the cutest accessory of all time. 16/ Socks

17/ I use these for all my travels and LOVE THEM.

And a couple things in these bags: Snacks (Trader Joe’s dried mango, TJ’s dried pineapple, Nut mix, Trail mix with chocolate); Electronics (Iphone chargers, Laptops, Digital camera)

Right when we got home. In his baggy, adorable, newborn outfit 🙂

The finished nursery

Jul. 18th, 2017

I dont know why, but decorating the nursery was one of the hardest rooms I’ve encountered. It felt like everything I picked, purchased, placed really mattered because it was going to be Magoo’s first room. In hindsight he sleeps in a bassinet next to my bed, so I should have splurged on fancy bedding and cute mom PJs since that’s what he looks at on the nightly. 

Regardless, I love the nursery. It’s where we read books, do our bedtime routine, and change the poop machine’s diapers. It is by far the most relaxing room in the house. A little baby sanctuary, if you will.

These are DIY pom pom curtains I made in this post. And you can see in all its glory the finished product from my quest for the perfect wallpaper. Wallpaper, by the way, takes 15 years to put up. 
Hanging out as we do with a fisheye lense.Ikea shelves made into floating bookshelves.
Animal art prints with target frames. These were on my must have list for the nursery.He’s so happy in his little jail!

That day we customized our closets

Jul. 13th, 2017

The topic of this post makes me feel old. But I will own it. I’m a woman in my thirties and I want a place for my manolos to rest. Ok, back pillow and over-sized cardigan, but if I had manolos, they would be oh so happy in my closet. In full transparency, I just googled how to spell manolos…that’s how far off they are from being a part of my life.

In our house we seriously lack storage space. Like, we don’t even have a hall closet! Who builds a home without somewhere to put the broom? We used the Container Store’s Elfa system (this post is not sponsored) and it was the best grown-up cash money I’ve ever spent. I can’t get over how organized things feel when your shoes have an actual place they belong.

We did four closets in total: Master bedroom, Magoo’s two closets, and the office closet. I’m covering the transition in our master and one of the nursery closets. In Magoo’s room he has two weirdly shaped closets. We affectionately titled them the hobbit closets, which the lady at the Container Store laughed (perhaps a little too hard?) at.

Hobbit closet before

I am wearing shorts here, I swear. They are just riding up a wee bit much. I’m going to blame the fourth month baby bump (not pictured) pulling them up up and away.

Magoo’s final closet! (Both are fairly similar on each side of the room)

Master bedroom closet before

This dude was the real deal. Also, our room is no longer this washed out poop color.

And the final master bedroom closet…this is not staged, I left it how it is to show you what an overstuffed, but awesomely organized closet looks like in my house 🙂

Perhaps my favorite part. Organized jewelry storage!

Less baby, more paycheck means…mixed emotions

Jul. 11th, 2017

My last day of maternity leave is met with mixed emotions. Well, to be real, are they really mixed? Maybe.

I did a trial daycare run with Magoo this week so that if being away from him for the first time was really difficult I wouldn’t be in the middle of a meeting crying in the corner. It’s been an overall okay experience. And one to test my micromanagement tendencies. I have given the daycare lots of feedback on a variety of things. “Please don’t put him in baby vegas”. I’ll dedicate another post to some of the crazy things for babies. I say “crazy” without judgement 🙂

I did debate staying home and quitting my job. Like, for reals. The camera man and I had a sit down heart-to-heart. And, after much soul searching (and I admit, maj tears), I decided that working (at least part-time) was the right decision for me. For now. Much like daycare, I’m giving work a trial run. If I can’t stomach leaving his sweet face four days a week, then adios corporate world, and hello to those stinky diapers that I actually love! Who. am. I.?

I don’t want to get political, that’s not what this blog is about, but I will say this. I had five months at home with my child. Five. Way more than many mommas out there have. And when I sat down with HR to discuss my leave beforehand I asked, “Will I get bored? Do people come back early? Five months out is a long time.” Hahaha. Turns out, I didn’t get bored. I did go crazy, didn’t sleep, felt overwhelmed and in over my head, but never bored. And despite the madness and that life is waaay more challenging as a Stay at Home Mom than it is as a corporate cog, I loved every single second. And I wish all moms who want it could have that sweet time with their babes. Handing him over at five months felt almost criminal to me. He can’t even crawl yet and I’m letting someone else care for him? Am I giving someone else my child to raise? Is this why I had him – only to hand him over to some stranger who will teach him the secrets of life without me? These are the guilt-ridden thoughts swirling through my mind as I type.

He’s in daycare right now and I am enjoying my last day – had a TREAT YOSELF day (e.g., spa, books, real housewives) – but I am dying to go pick him up early. As I write this, tears are welling up. I miss him. It’s been eight hours and I feel like I desperately need to see him and smell him. I don’t know what it is about his smell, but it sends me over the moon. 

Again. Who. Am. I.? I guess officially a Mom.