Today, my friend Elizabeth and I took V to Target. We walked through all the sections in our usual order (necklaces, baby aisle, toys — this is all dictated by V, not me), and at last, we got to the holiday section. At some point V looked back at us and said, “I love Christmas!” … Continue reading
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Small Life, Slow Life: 86/100 {The new iPhone, and the Woolsey Fire.}
I got the new iPhone today. Literally one day after mentioning that I’m happiest when I’m not on my phone. (Sigh.) I’ve been wanting it for a while. Its camera is much better than the camera I had, and besides the fact that I take 10,000 photos of V a year (not exaggerating, there are … Continue reading
Small Life, Slow Life: 85/100 {Wild by Cheryl Strayed + thinking about my very indoor life.}
I know I’m the last person on the boat to do this, but I am reading Wild by Cheryl Strayed. And even though she’s describing losing four toenails, and menstrual sponges, and running out of water and having to drink super gross black fungus-y water, I’ve totally been thinking: Wow, I want my own wilderness experience. But in … Continue reading
Small Life, Slow Life: 84/100 {Like brushing your teeth.}
I can’t believe, including number 84 right here, that there are only sixteen of these left. In some ways, this process has gone by incredibly quickly. When I look back to earlier posts about Violet saying “H is for hippo” or documenting a trip to the beach, that all feels like a very long time … Continue reading
Small Life, Slow Life: 83/100 {What if we’re killing ourselves chasing a trend?}
Something I noticed in Mexico is that literally no female I saw in swimsuits on any of the five days I was there looked like our society’s current body ideal. Save for maybe one…my twelve year-old niece. If we are chasing after a body that only a twelve year-old can have, then we have issues. … Continue reading
Small Life, Slow Life: 82/100 {We are home. We are exhausted.}
Well, we’re not technically home. It’s 11:33pm and we are sitting in an airport parking shuttle, hoping to make it back to our car, and then about a forty minute drive home. We’ve been up since 5:30am LA time. Thankfully, V slept on the plane a little during our second flight, but she also cried … Continue reading
Small Life, Slow Life: 81/100 {The conclusion to the cliffhanger. AKA, don’t make a two year-old your flower girl.}
V did not, in fact, make it down the aisle to support her cousin in being co-flower girl. Not even close. Instead, she threw somewhat of a tantrum five minutes before the ceremony about wanting “bee-yannas,” and the nice man working the bar actually ran off for five minutes to bring his own bananas that … Continue reading
Small Life, Slow Life: 80/100 {A cliffhanger.}
The pools are wonderful, the drinks flow uninterrupted, and the days are humid and warm. And I’m super tired of carrying our two year-old all over this huge resort. #firstworldproblems, am I right? She, however, is having the absolute time of her life. Piles of bacon for breakfast. Favorite family members all around. A giant … Continue reading
Small Life, Slow Life: 79/100 {Here in Mexico, but with hearts in California.}
We’re here in Cancún, but our hearts are in California, where many of our loved ones and coworkers have already been evacuated. There are huge fires going on in both northern and Southern California; my sister has been evacuated from the NorCal fire. The Borderline shooting in Thousand Oaks also hit way too close to … Continue reading
Small Life, Slow Life: 78/100 {On traveling with a two year-old.}
If you would have asked me how I was feeling about traveling internationally with my two year-old yesterday, I would have told you that I was not excited. I was so nervous about getting her up at 4:45am, the drive to the airport, the five hour flight, and the car trip to the hotel. V … Continue reading