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Archive for June, 2010

June 10, 2010

To Ojai

We’re leaving this afternoon for a long weekend here:

For the wedding of our good friends Becky and Shane, in this amazing barn:

(photo by Joy Marie)

To which I am wearing a DVF bubble dress my mom bought me while I was pregnant. But this time I’m belting it so I don’t look like I’m expecting my second. Good times.

I can’t wait to have breakfast here:

And take Dashiell swimming for the first time. Any last minutes recs for Ojai? My parents are coming with us to watch the little guy while we’re at the wedding. So excited for vacation.

PS. We got a crazy deal on a fancy room through Jetsetter. Less than the wedding rate for a huge room with patio, etc. If you guys don’t know Jetsetter, you must check it out.

June 9, 2010

consignment store gems

Kay so since I haven’t been shopping for myself in like a YEAR (minus a few purchases here and there), I’ve taken to shopping for my baby. He always fits into everything perfectly and does not have to lose pregnancy weight like some of us. Which by the way, I’m indecisive about at best. Some days I’m desperate to fit into my old things and others I’m like, “Oh who gives a shit anyway?” Mostly it’s somewhere in between. But I did get new jeans and I almost cried I was so happy I found a pair that fit.

I digress. Shopping for baby clothes is much more fun than I anticipated. But it’s also kind of silly I’ve learned, to buy things new. Unless you are in love and cannot go on breathing for another moment if you don’t see your baby in that item immediately. Which is where the consignment store comes in. I almost wish I didn’t know about them, to be honest. My neighbor Ruth gave me a list of all the good ones in our neighborhood, and now I’m starting to feel like I need to go constantly so I don’t miss out on something extra good.

Yesterday I went in for a swim diaper for our trip to Ojai this weekend, and left with an entire bag full of unbearably cute things. See:

2 Petit Bateau striped rompers – I’m becoming a baby brand whore. But their things are so cute.

I don’t know anyone who could resist a perfect pair of Osh Kosh overalls, for all of $8.

And some little plaid shorts. Aren’t they the cutest? Dashiell will be wearing those all weekend, me thinks.

I did find a brand new swim diaper, btw. And about 7 other things that I didn’t photograph. I am in love with baby resale. In love. It’s like curated thrift store shopping. Totally worth the tiny premium.

June 8, 2010

on being a mother

I don’t really think of myself as a mother. I mean I AM in every sense of the word, but when I think “oh I’m not feeling like a very together person today,” it’s just that. Person, not mother (though it’s usually the result of having a baby). But I had this little epiphany last week in the yoga class I like to go with Dashiell on Thursdays. So if you would humor me for a moment, I’m going to actually write something not related to any particular picture or event or project.

(Dashiell does happy baby on his changing table. He is already an advanced baby yogi.)

This yoga class is a pre and post-natal class and I started going to it towards the end of my pregnancy, once I’d finished working. And it’s great. There’s a nice mix of pregnant mamas and women with their babies and especially towards the end of pregnancy it’s so inspiring to see the little people rolling around before your little person comes to greet you.

Class always starts with everyone saying their name, how far along they are or how old their baby is, and generally answering a question posed by a member of the class or asked by the teacher. Thursday’s question was simple… birth class: where, when, and whether you liked it. So we all went around and one of the last women to speak was Marie, who was officially due the following day.

She started to tear up a bit and I thought it might just be that her emotions were getting the better of her as she hit her due date. I remember getting a little teary at the same point. Saying “I’m due today!” and being a bit overwhelmed by what that really meant. But she starting talking, choking on her words as her tears started streaming, and she started to tell us about her birth class that she took at the hospital a few months ago and how supportive and positive all the nurses were. But that in the last two months with only her OB to consult with, she hadn’t heard anything positive. Just scary things, like she might need to be induced, that her baby was getting too big and that he was now getting too skinny and that generally things were not looking as good as they could be.

And she was so scared. And we were all scared for her. And everyone started to cry. And I realized that only now that I have my baby and I’ve been through those last few weeks when you’re so darn close to meeting him or her, but still a little freaked out that something might go wrong and uncertain about the birth, can I really understand her tears. And how terrible it must be to have your doctor telling you anything but that things are looking perfect and beautiful and that everything is going to be great. And the thing is she knows that there’s a 95% chance that everything is FINE. That her baby will come out when he’s supposed to and that she will be great and that he will be perfect and healthy. But then she has this doctor who has 40 years of experience telling her “worst case scenario” and she’s freaking out, but trying to remember that things are going to be okay.

And I was sitting there thinking what an asshole this doctor is, on one hand, but then remembering that when you’re so so close and your baby is fully cooked and ready to come, what if there is something wrong and what if he does need some help to come sooner than later? And that’s where you’re stuck, in that limbo place of wanting to make the right decision but not having any idea how to do it or what it is.

And see even though I don’t know Marie at all, I know her.

I know her because it’s in situations like this that you know all mothers and all mothers-to-be. I’ve learned that it’s a connection that is truly unlike any other. And in some way it becomes almost harder to relate to people who aren’t yet mothers. (Friends that aren’t mamas yet, I still love you to pieces I swear!).

There is nothing in this world or this life that has altered the way I think and act and feel in such a profound way. And so I came to see that I’m a mother in a most real way. That I now experience my life in a way that will never be the same as it was before my son was born. And I wouldn’t ever want to go back to the me before now. It’s truly who I’ve been waiting to become, but I couldn’t have realized it until I was already here. It changes you into someone who while trying to go on about normal life, (the life you had before when things were easy and you only thought about yourself), into someone who is now fundamentally different. Because there is always always a part of you that is with your child, thinking about your child and knowing that above all else, your child is your priority. That the little stresses and obligations you once felt are so small, so infinitely unimportant when compared to your baby. And everything is compared to your baby because it’s now all you know.

So when Marie finished talking, we all got up with our bellies and our babies and we joined in a little huddle around Marie. And as we came together, Sienna, one of the babies, reached out and put her hand on Marie’s shoulder and left if there while we gave her a few heartbeats of support. And it was really a beautiful communal moment. That all these women, all these mothers, were there together and connected and moved in a way that none of us would have been before our children were here or one their way. Totally connected. And so that is motherhood for me. A deep deep connection to life, to its frailty and its strength and its beauty and uncertainty all at once; and more importantly to all the women who are on the same beautiful path by your side. We know each other, we do. And of course there’s your child, and that is something that a more seasoned, more eloquent writer would have to explain.

It’s an extraordinary experience, this motherhood. Highly recommend it.

June 7, 2010

green things and the baby

All weekends should be three days long, that much we’ve established as fact. I of course have 3 day weekends whenever I want them at this point, but it’s not really a weekend if Brock isn’t home too. Which made this weekend way too short.

We did finally get our crib! The one we wanted was sold out everywhere until August or September, which just wouldn’t do. But Brock found a floor model at Giggle in Pasadena and we got it for 30% off. Which we were well happy about.

Still waiting on the mattress however. I only ordered it three weeks ago. Is this not 2010? Don’t things come in three days or less no matter what?? Apparently they make these mattresses to order or something. Supposed to be here this week. Baby is literally spilling out of his bassinet/stroller.

See:

Okay maybe not quite. But he’s just discovered his feet and also that he can decide not to nap, but instead play with them.

Radish sprouts are coming up everywhere. I love radishes straight out of the dirt.

And for dinner, baby turnips and their greens. Yumm.

And I desperately wanted to make it to Lily’s show in Silverlake, but alas, the non-napping but very talkative baby had other plans.

Oh, and. Biggest news of the year.

He giggled for the first time last night. Like a real giggle. Ms. Lamott was right (as always); it sounded like bells.

June 3, 2010

air plants and umbrellas

Did anyone else see this insanely amazing wedding from Feather Love? Not sure exactly where I stumbled on it yesterday but the air plants got me. It’s creative in a way that only Flora Grubb could be (the groom is Flora’s brother). I’m thinking air plants might be the new succulent? Which would be nice because while I love love love succulents to death and used them for my own wedding, I’m starting to feel that they are becoming a wee bit tiresome when it comes to wedding decor.

Don’t get me wrong, I will love them for always in the same way that I love mason jars. But I want to see something new and inspired from time to time too.

Just look here and then go see the entire 4 day event including a HUGE party at Flora Grubb Gardens after the actual wedding in Carmel on Feather Love’s blog.

How amazing is the huge Tillandsia bouquet? Gorgeouso. The bride is beautiful too, which always helps. Sometimes I want dark thick indie model hair with bangs too. But it would look real weird with my freckles I think.

Final thought: if your name was Flora Grubb, could you do anything EXCEPT open a beautiful garden shop? No. No you couldn’t.

June 2, 2010

sunscreen for the babes

Now that it’s getting warmer and sunnier out, we realized that we probably need to be slathering sunscreen into every bit of exposed skin when we take Dashiell outside. Even when he’s riding in the stroller his little hands and cankles usually stick out past the sunshade and we can’t have him getting sunburned this young. Wouldn’t that make you like the worst parents ever? If you let your infant get a sunburn? Close anyway.

Dr. Robin is a friend of our neighbors Ruth and David and they passed us a little stash of sample packs over the fence shortly after D was born. We tried it out this weekend and it’s excellent. Plus the logo is cute. And I think I’ve mentioned many times how much I appreciate cuteness in packaging. It’s paraben, phthalate free, and fragrance free and made with titanium and zinc oxide for super natural sun protection. Plus it has green tea extract and quinoa protein. I’m also quick to love things with quinoa. I sound like a salesperson.

Not a salesperson. Just passing on a wee tip for you mamas out there. I wouldn’t have any idea which baby sunscreen to buy without a little help.

June 1, 2010

long weekend around the house

Shockingly we did nothing exciting for our long weekend. But I took some pictures of the nothing to share:

Cooking from the computer… which is always how I do it these days. Don’t I need an iPad? I do. I could get a nifty stand (or the cheap version) and prop it up on the counter. It would be so modern and lovely.

That’s Sprouted Kitchen I’m using for a variation on her peanut sauce.

We had stir fry

With kind of a Thai-ish peanut sauce. Which was DEEEE-licious. I never make a real sauce, but now I will. Gone are the simple days of soy, white wine, garlic and ginger.

We’re on our second batch of peonies. GAAAAAHHH they are insane. They are way more beautiful when they’re open. Have you seen peonies truly open? They are like 10 inches across and they fade to a pretty cream.

And while I was out back planting our veggies, Brock and Dashiell took a tour of the yard. They were so cute, I had to stage a dirty-handed photoshoot. I mean come on with the little camo hat. It’s from Gap in case you need one.