Monthly Archives: May 2017

Le bebe gets showered

May. 26th, 2017

My mom threw me the most amazing baby shower; it’s crowning jewel was a “Momosa bar”. She hosted at her house in Northern California, but I have such amazing people in my life that LA friends and family flew up for the day! I (and my baby) are pretty lucky.

For those throwing a baby shower the things I most appreciated (people excluded since they are obviously #1) included:

The cheekiest “bar” I’ve ever seen.

Bite-sized everything. From fruit kabobs to mini sandwiches wrapped in green onions, no one left hungry. 

Games, games, and more games. My idea of a party is people coming together as a group and having a bit of a giggle fest. Mission accomplished with my Mom’s version of Price is Right and the Name Game. 

A party isn’t complete without a theme. My mom used soft blues, whites, with pops of yellow. As well as Mom and baby elephants! I lurv everything with animals, so that theme won my heart.

And if that wasn’t enough, my grad school girlfriends in LA threw me a surprise baby shower when we did a ladies trip to Lake Arrowhead!

Baby celebrating is fun, guys. 

California Wall

May. 23rd, 2017

When the camera man and I packed up our bags and left California for the East Coast I was incredibly excited to see what a season really is (translation: lots of effing snow), but at the same time was pretty bummed out about having to leave my friends and family. The people I love are everything to me. I wanted to pack them up and take them with me. Short of being able to uproot all these people and install them in a little house down the street, I took a little souvenir from each of them and created a California “art” wall in my new home.

At a going away bbq, amidst the eating and libations, we put together a painting station where friends could create anything their little hearts desired. I discovered that I have some talented friends! People really got into it! And now when I look at my California wall and see my friends’ individual paintings I get to remember sixteen little pieces of California.  Also, the nugget looooooves staring at it.

Please note: Red solo cups. Keeping it classy.

Process to hang – I traced one of the canvases on top of a grocery bag and cut 16 squares based on this shape. I didn’t do any measuring when hanging, just eyeballed it to get an idea of where I wanted the display in my home. The level and ruler were busted out in the hanging stage.

And just cause I love them so much – all my painters!

A gift for my labor team

May. 11th, 2017

Yes, I am an overplanner. Yes, I do love to DIY. And yes, I did do this before I went to the hospital. In fact, I made these before I packed my hospital bag. Because they are adorable and why not?

I think it’s a sweet gesture to thank those who help you through your labor and your post-partum stay. And now that I’ve been through it and constantly rave about my hospital experience, the staff deserves this and more! Seriously. The nurses, midwives and doctors were angels sent by the universe to help me push a human through a tiny orifice. Too much? I know.

Cutting to the point. I made these with old leftover cardboard boxes. I cut them down to be a height where snacks could sit upright, covered them in wrapping paper, and made signs so we could put them in the breakroom and the staff could forage as they pleased. We received so many thank yous and helped satiate some rumbling 4am stomachs in the OB ward. So I encourage you preggo ladies, if you do have some time to throw something like this together, it really does feel worth it. These people become such a huge part of your life for three days. It feels pretty good to make them smile. Plus, don’t you want someone to like you who is going to be all up in your business? Just saying.  

Life with a 3 month old 

May. 9th, 2017

I’m back from maternity leave. I write this while I’m WEARING my baby. So maybe not fully back, but back to the blog and so happy about it.

Coming out of the fog post-baby is a real thing. When people say they are all consuming, they aren’t kidding. I really did believe I would keep blogging right after the little one emerged, but now that I’ve done it, I laugh at Kelly of the past. That’s not to say women don’t do it. My cousin had a baby in January as well. She birthed that little beauty on a Saturday and was back to work on Monday. Monday, I tell you. But I do not have super powers like her, and figuring out how to function on almost no sleep was the biggest adjustment that I didn’t know I would need to adjust for.

It’s funny, you hear so much about the lack of sleep, but I also heard babies sleep all the time, so I thought I would be just fine. In the first three days of his life I slept a collective three hours. That’s one hour a night. Now, I couldn’t obviously keep that up, but I probably sleep four to five hours a night these days in 2 hour chunks. I don’t want this to sound like a series of complaints. It’s definitely not (well, maybe a little “please feel sorry for me. I’m so tired!”), but not my main point. It’s just to say, I definitely had no creative juices left to write about my life, DIY and food, when my main goal was to shower four times in a week. Three times a week? Ew. I know. When I write it, I’m a little embarrassed. But if a newborn and your hubs are the only real people smelling you for awhile, that’s not soooo bad. Right?

Aside from the fact that I smell not quite as sweet as I used to, I’ve become a full blown baby person. Maybe just for my baby, but I’m all about the babes and his major (tiny to those in the outside world) milestones. He can lift his head like he’s superman and the pediatrician seems very impressed. No, she does not say that to all the patients, hubs.

My goals now are figuring out how I can nurture my sweet little boy, while at the same time pursuing my interests, hobbies, and dreams. I don’t have an answer, not even sure I have an idea yet, but I’ll keep you “posted” when I do. See what I did there?

All grammar and punctuation errors can be chalked up to these cheeks. Thank you for your understanding.