home at last

sorry for the unexpected blog break. we just arrived home tonight from visiting aaron’s family in minnesota. we had a great time, and i have many days ahead of photo editing in my future. and we also came home plus one. uncle zeb is staying with us for the next few weeks, so blogging may be light. will post photos of our trip soon hopefully. it was so fun to see all the grandkids playing together. there are six total to date and they cracked me up. i got to smother the newest addition, fynn, with lots of love. and he told me i’m his favorite. he made that pretty clear, well, to me anyways, with all his smiles and i even think i may have gotten his first giggle. i miss him already. ah, the scent of a newborn. i miss that.


favorite things. . .

my plum tree blooming

impromptu front yard picnics

listening to the kids make each other giggle so hard they snort

Aaron’s perfect homemade latte

falling asleep in my own bed after vacation

and you?

kinda dorky

but i am super excited to get my hands on this when it comes out.

Right now these are lining my bookshelf and I cannot wait for some breathing time where I can actually enjoy them and try out the ideas.

I love her, the blogger SouleMama. This is her second book. Her first book I devoured. Makes me want to be a better Mama.

I haven’t tried anything new and impressive out on my sewing machine. But I was extremely proud of myself for altering 2 of Greta’s clothing items this week. We bought an adorable dress at Target, one hopefully you will see a lot of in the coming weeks, and a cute pair of jean leggings for her. The problem with normal kids clothes is they are made for normal size kids. Greta is kind of a peanut. So I took in her dress about an inch on each side and it worked! And it’s not even obvious that I am a heinous sewer! And I also took in her leggings on each side so they don’t fall down and expose her bum. And that worked too!


Happy weekending! We are prepping for some family time in the sun this weekend. It’s been in the 70s all week here and I remember again why we live in urban Los Angeles, when you walk out the door in the middle of March in flip flops and shorts. That’s why.