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Business of Being Mom
I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about this blog here.  I’ve thought about walking away from it since I’m not taking on graphic design clients.  I’ve thought about monetizing it, which would really change the feel of it.  I’ve thought it up, down & all around.  For whatever reason, I can never bring myself to walk away from it.  Writing has always been so very therapeutic for me, I guess I’ve just needed to think about my voice.  What do I have to say?  Is it helpful?  Is it worthwhile?  So here’s where I’m at on it.

I’m not monetizing my blog.  What that means is the purpose is not to turn a buck off of it.  That being said, I still want to produce content that is worthwhile & true to me, my family & my lifestyle.  And guess what?  That takes a lot of time & a lot of balance on my part.  I think it is really important to show ‘real life.’  I like the glossy version of life & I can produce that content all. day. long.  The perfectly styled party.  The perfect outfit.  The perfect family picture.  The perfect home tour.  Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.

The problem with that is, life is not meant to be perfect.  In fact, it is the imperfections that make it all worthwhile.  The outtakes if you will.  It is in those outtakes that we learn & grow the most & I don’t want to skip over those.  I also don’t want to put those expectations on myself, husband or kids.  Where I’m at is good enough.  I’m so content & happy with what it actually is, that why make it glossy?  And so, while on occasion, you might find the perfectly styled shoot — because sometimes those are fun — I would rather portray life actually.

Because it’s pretty freakin’ awesome.

Business of Being Mom

Life actually occurs on my front porch.  I love my front porch.  Have I told you that before?  Most mornings you can find me here with Max puttering in the yard.

The Business of Being Mom

Life actually occurs in my gym clothes if I’m on my game…if not, my pajamas! Mid-morning on my front porch might be my favorite time of day.  I have the whole day ahead of me & this is my time of quiet…or time to talk to Scot somewhat uninterrupted.  We usually aren’t rushed & we usually don’t have anywhere we need to be.  Mostly because we need to be right here.

The Business of Being Mom

Life actually is a little messy…

Business of Being Mom
and  includes a lot of ‘mom, look at this!’
Business of Being Mom

Life actually is always better with a tree swing.  What does your life actually look like?  Let’s stop making it glossy & enjoy life actually.  Tag your photos #lifeactually so I can see them on instagram!

Date Night

Last night found me with an unexpected date night with my first born.  Scot had managed to be home early from work & I so I was able to take him to his skateboarding all by myself.  Typically I’m taking him, and my 5 year old & my 2 year old…which means he gets nary a glance.  Each week I’m frustrated that I had to spend his skateboarding hour wrangling two others that I’m not able to actually see what he is doing & learning, so this week was a real treat…literally I was giddy to spend that hour actually watching him.  I know it won’t last forever, but right now, he still wants me there.  Nodding his head & waving me over, ‘c’mon mom.’  It never gets old.

The whole skateboarding thing is funny to me.  He has always been very active & very coordinated, but in other activities, he hasn’t cared all that much.  With this?  It is, ‘Is it time to go?’ ‘Can I sign up for another hour?’ and ‘Mom, I’ll be out front skateboarding.’  It never stops & gives me tons of leverage to encourage him to get the things done around the house & at school.  He loves it.  It’s his thing & I love that he loves it.  There is so much satisfaction in watching him come down off the ramps, unbuckle his helmet to reveal a head drenched in sweat with a sweet satisfied grin.  It makes my heart so happy for him.

After his lesson, we headed to see his best buddy that moved in right by where he skates & then off to dinner, just me & him.  As I sat across the table from him the passage of time hit me square in the chest.  He’s not a baby, or even a toddler.  He’s almost 8 years old & I wanted to bottle him up.  His got a head full of good ideas & a tender heart.  My favorite conversation tonight was when he asked me if I thought smoking sticks would be around forever…’like, don’t you think they’d be extinct mom?’

It was so wonderful to be able to talk with just him, uninterrupted.  We covered smoking sticks, I told him they would ruin his whole life & he agreed, but wasn’t sure why.  ‘It’s simple,’ I told him, ‘No cute girl wants to kiss a boy who smokes smoking sticks.’  He thought that was pretty funny…and gross! But really, it was good to see him scratch his head in wonder that they would still exist when they do your body so much harm.  I had to agree & couldn’t help but continue calling them smoking sticks all night long.  We decided who we wanted to win the World Series…he’s rooting for the Giants.  And we discussed details about his upcoming baptism.  He wants a taco bar & to wear a suit, not just a white shirt & tie.

We’ve been talking a lot about his baptism & trying to teach him about what it means & allowing him to make that choice for himself.  It’s important to me that it be his decision.  I love the way he thinks through things & can’t wait to see where it takes him.

As a mom, these are the pay days.  The moments you wish for when you are in the thick of laundry & potty training & homework.  When dinner is a mess & bedtime is a joke, all you need is this 20 minutes.  Twenty minutes of quiet face-to-face time to remember why you are here.  You’re the mom & only you can fill that role.  No one else can influence him like I can & I’m so grateful my cards fell the way they did last night.  So so grateful.

Best Lipstick Colors


Drugstore Lipsticks

Today I have drummed up the best drugstore lipstick colors…especially if you are blonde, with fair skin & blue eyes.  In the past, I’ve never been a big lipstick wearer, but the older I get, the more I love the bright pop, and let’s be honest, its easier to swipe on some lipstick than to do an elaborate eye.  Am I right?  Lipstick makes putting make up on more fun & is one more layer to a polished overall look.  And the best part?  You won’t have to break the bank or run an extra errand to try these lipstick colors because I picked them up in the beauty aisles of Target.

Drugstore Lipsticks
This is a perfect everyday — volunteer at the school kinda color.
Drugstore Lipsticks
Red.  Everyone needs a good red lip.  I don’t wear it all that often, but I kinda love when I do.
Drugstore Lipsticks

And this?  Well this is MY personal favorite lipstick color AND I’ve worn it to volunteer in the classroom.  It’s fun & unexpected without being overly dramatic.  That & all the kindergarten girls swooned over it.  So there’s that.

And the next time you’re in Target, which we all know will be like, tomorrow…pick up a few & determine your faves!

October 23, 2014 - 11:50 am

Dimitra - Great choices! They all look so great on you, I love all three! Totally agree that it is a much more efficient way to boost a makeup look :)



I love days like today.

It included driving carpool.  No make-up, sweats & driving through Kneaders for a cinnamon roll with my main sidekick.

A few fits over this or that.  Shared drinks in lawn chairs & skateboard tricks…or lack thereof.

Dirty toes & messy pants, which led to 3 different baths for a certain toddler.

Cartoon snuggles, then afternoon naps.  Homework & snacks.

Wrestling, tag at the park & ‘mom, watch this!’

Leftovers for dinner, baths for everyone, kisses & goodnight.

Let’s do it again tomorrow, shall we?


First Day of School

Now that we are fully settled into fall & the school season, I suppose I should document the first day of school. 

I love these little nuggets & could hardly stand to send them out the door.  Although by the end of the summer, I’m pretty sure we were all ready for a little more structure.  I managed to even have them to bed late the last night of summer, because I’m mom-of-the-year like that.  We were busy skateboarding, which was more important than showers & bedtimes!

Liv was all set to tackle kinder & while Zack, has in the past had, a bad case of the nerves on the first day, this year, he was happy to show Liv how it was done.  It’s been interesting how having her there with him, has made it easier for him to go each day.  The last two years I had to have my friends always drive the morning shift of carpool because he wouldn’t get out of my car!  This year? No problem.

I mean, if this girl walked into your kinder class, wouldn’t you just die?  I know I about died sending her in.  But Liv is all about school.  She comes home tired, but is ready to get her homework done, ‘just right.’  She is my rule-follower & so school is her jam!

And this boy.  Geez.  What is it about your first born that is always so hard to send them off?  He always has to blaze the trail & I’m pretty sure I’ll ruin him before I’m done with him, but he manages to work through all the crazy things I do.  The older he gets, the more I like him.  Not love him, because that is a given, but really like him.  He’s funny & I can appreciate that.

Yep, I was that mom in the classroom with the camera.  So what.  I have this to show for it.  Totally worth it.:)

Zack & his buddy showed up in the same tees…and with that, they were off.  Max & I came home & just looked at each other.

I was at a complete loss as to what to do with him all day by myself.  So we laid on the couch & watched Lion King & I cried over Simba growing up alone & not realizing who he was.  To say I was emotional, is a fair statement.  But really, that movie gets me every time & I always think of my kids & wonder if they know who they are & what they are capable of.  I hope so.

We waited in the long line of anxious moms to pick up kiddies after school.  Since we live on the surface of the sun & it was literally 108 degrees out, we had to stop for Icee’s, right?  Could you die?  Sometimes I have to pinch myself that these are my people…but usually not, they are usually yelling, screaming or throwing something, so I’m always always aware that they are mine.  And I wouldn’t have it any other way!