Category Archives: The Little Things


You have to love Social Media and how it can spread things like wildfire. The Good. The Bad. The Ugly. And of course, the pin thin models propped ever so perfectly on pool lounge chairs with sun-kissed glowing skin. I know half the world is buzzing about the whole “Fake Social Media” craze that has erupted over the last couple of days and as much as I am guilty for stopping too long at a stop sign to snap that beautiful sunset photo for Instagram, I am pro-Social Media because of all the good it does and awareness it brings. Plus, what am I really guilty of? Wanting to share something as beautiful as a sunset with my friends and family? I honestly, don’t see any wrong or “fake” in that – but on to a lighter topic. When I found The Small Seed’s “Give With Thanks” challenge I was a little disheartened that we need things such as “challenges” to promote doing good – but at the same time happy that there are things like this to remind us because amongst Social Media we can quickly get swept away with superficial things and often lose sight of the good that Social Media can bring.

I love the idea of giving back and spreading cheer throughout the year and this season is perfect for that. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted to volunteer at a Soup Kitchen on Thanksgiving but have found that the list was full! So I’ve found other ways to donate my time and believe it or not, these small acts add up. Even though Hera is a little young to completely comprehend the impact that “doing good” has, I’d like to think that I’m instilling kindness into her subconscious. Plus, I can’t tell you how excited she gets when she adds a leaf to her tree. So this month, or any month really, I invite you to join in on this challenge and let’s spread a little love and kindness around the world and show what good Social Media is capable of. Lord knows we need it.

For more information on Give With Thanks, visit The Small Seed.

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A Sweet Baby Shower.

I just wanted to share a couple of the details from my cousin’s baby shower from this past weekend. It was so nice to have her visiting from the East Coast and to be able to shower her with love (and gifts!) Alexis, from AE&Co did an amazing job of transforming my house into a beautiful woodland scene perfect for welcoming a sweet baby boy. Everything was definitely in the details at this little party, from the vintage depression glass to mother of pearl flatware. We cannot wait to head back East early next year to meet this little guy. He has no idea how loved he already is. We’re patiently awaiting your arrival, little one.A huge thank you to everyone who helped make this event possible, especially you Alexis. Check her out here.

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Motherhood // 9 Months New.

Happy nine months to my little adventurous soul. Your eyes have shown me things I’ve been blind to and your heart has shown me how deep my love runs. Thank you for making me laugh, teaching me patience and most of all – being you. I couldn’t imagine spending my days with anyone else in my arms. I love you so much my little Hera Bea.

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Motherhood // Naptime, because I’m real.

I wish I could say that my child always sleeps quietly in her crib by herself, but she doesn’t. She sleeps where ever I can get her to fall asleep. My bed. Her floor. My arms. She doesn’t always sleep in fresh pajamas. She often sleeps in whatever she was wearing minus her pants. Sometimes it’s in a onesie covered in drool and wearing only one sock because I’m real. She doesn’t always sleep quaintly with a sweet stuffed animal tucked under her arm. She often sleeps with a burp cloth clenched tightly in her fist and her face riddled with scratches from her curious little hands. Her slumbers are usually with a binky hanging halfway out her mouth. She doesn’t always fall asleep to bubbling brooks or whale noises, she is usually lulled to sleep for morning nap by CNN. I wish I could say that I always rock my baby to sleep, skin-to-skin in her beautiful rocking chair, I can but I don’t. I usually bounce her to sleep on a $30 yoga ball wearing burp cloths because I would love just an hour where I don’t wear spit up or drool as an accessory. I do this because I’m real. And because of that I will continue to proudly sing Fleetwood Mac songs to her instead of lullabies, let her sleep on her play mat with a beach towel as a blanket, and have my heart swell when she awakes with the sweetest smile on her face. I do this because I’m real.

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