Preggo Mama Style
Got a grand to drop on clothes you’ll only wear for a couple months? Yeah, me neither. But if I did, I’d nab me some of these:
striped dress // jumper // stripped ruched dress
The jumper from the Hatch Collection is by far my favorite. It can be worn post-baby as well with a waistline belt. Either way, I can’t fathom spending that kinda dough. I’m also smitten with more than one dress from the More of Me Maternity collection. They have me wanting to be pregnant permanently, so you know they must be cute. But, alas, reality hits and I stumble back to my closet to make what I already own work for these last two months.
Toys Toys Toys
No matter how many times I come to the realization that Hooper prefers the trash cans to his puzzles, I can’t stop my hunt for vintage toys. Here are some recent finds on Etsy that I’m drooling over.
from etsy seller ReneeVintage
from etsy seller starfriendsonearth
from etsy seller petitsdetails
from etsy seller TheSpeckledMushroom
from etsy seller SweetShopVintage
from etsy seller bearuns
from etsy seller 1SweetDreamVintage
from etsy seller OliversForest
from etsy seller WoollyMammothVintage
from etsy seller moxiethrift
Mamas & Tykes
1. Dress // Wedge Sandals
2. California shirt // Bermuda shorts //Sneakers
3. Dress // Sandals
Mamas & Tykes
for mama: shirt // skirt // shoes // bag
for son: shirt // shorts // shoes // toy
for daughter: shirt // trousers // shoes // toy
Style de Hooper, Hawaii Edition
Vintage sailboat romper from Etsy seller Lishyloo. Want one like it? Check out this one or this one. And for the little ladies, try this one or this one.
Lobster swim trunks from i play. There is a built-in swim diaper.
I bought this little red sailboat romper a long time ago on Etsy. The store I purchased it from is now closed. Willy says he looks like a little girl in it, but whatever, I think it’s cute. Hooper can hate me later all he wants.
These swim trunks are from Old Navy. There is no built-in swim diaper, so I bought separate swim diapers. Have a little girl? Check out this adorable suit and this one too.
A Trinket, A Tasket
There is nothing quite like receiving a package in the mail. The excitement of opening a gift coupled with the fact someone spent time packaging it and taking it to the post office makes it a special occurrence. We received a package from Willy’s mom and were taken with these vintage treasures inside.
Pretty cool, huh?
Janet
When you have children, you’re totally biased to their beauty. You marvel at their every move because the fascination with their potential and ability never ceases to amaze. But when I say my best friend is the most beautiful friend on earth, I’m not biased. She really is incredibly stunning and her beauty lies in her ignorance to the fact.
I love photography. I feel so motivated and alive when behind the lens. Every now and again a friend of a friend will contact me for family photos or engagement photos and my first emotion is always apprehension. I’m not a professional by any means and have no ability to place a person in a pose or set up a perfect shot. I shoot what I see, when it happens, however it happens. And that’s all I know.
Enter my best friend Janet and every photo takes care of itself. I have no nerves. No apprehension. No fear. Because it’s impossible to take a bad picture of this girl. Yes, she is that beautiful. Here are some pics I snapped from her baby shower.
I had the privilege of spending part of Sunday with her as well and the whole weekend reminded me of how difficult it is to have my best friend in another state. There was a long period of our friendship when I moved away and lived in San Francisco, but it feels different now that we are both pregnant. I’m starting to grieve all the memories we will be missing out on. I’d love more than anything to be there when her baby is born, to support her in whatever capacity she needs whether it be pre-labor, during labor, or postpartum. But being that I’m due just days after her, it’s not possible. Slowly the realization creeps that birthing her child in Utah will strengthen the roots she has there. The realization that our kids will grow up without knowing one another saddens me. I think of the photos I’d take of our babies together, as newborns, and instantly feel like I’m missing out on something. I wasn’t sad about it until this weekend. This weekend gave me a mere glimpse of how much richer my life would be if my best friend were here.
Here are some more pics I snapped at her shower:
Then & Now
My apologies for the poor quality photo. I cannot tell you how many home re-dos we’ve done where we looked at each other when we were finished and said, “we should have taken a before photo”. So just as Willy was about to break out the hammer and nails I said, “wait wait wait”, grabbed my camera and snapped this one crappy before photo. As you can see, I didn’t even bother to pick up the tin with Hooper’s blocks. Schwhatever, I got my before photo. And…
I am going to make a confession on behalf of Willy and myself. We love buying new furniture. We love the look of something new-to-us, we love the hunt for something new-to-us, we love re-arranging, and we don’t mind selling our old stuff. It’s a recipe for a garage full of things that have been swapped out for something different. In light of spring cleaning, we opted to do a little spring re-arranging. We rearranged much of our furniture and found these lovely wall shelves that used to be part of a much larger wall unit. It’s our favorite addition yet and one we’ve had on our to-do list for a while. We still have some work to do as far as decorating the shelves, but that will happen in due time. I also have plans to paint the yellow wooden piece a different color. I’m thinking turquoise. It’s amazing how different it all feels. We love our home and we love making our home our own.
Next on the list is Hooper’s bedroom and the new nursery. And ya’ll know how I’ve been itching to get by hands on these projects. I’m waiting until the end of April, as we’re still planning on using it as a guest room for when Willy’s parents come to visit around that time. After that, it’s game on! Oh ya, also on the list is selling that stuff I mentioned in the garage.
The larger shelves fit our records beautifully. Score!
We picked up this darling needlework at an estate sale. The woman we bought it from had made it for her father years ago, who has since passed. It warms my heart to know where it came from and it warmed the woman’s heart to pass it on.
These are all Hooper’s records. There is quite an assortment. Several are hand-me-downs from when I was a child.
The globe will eventually make it’s way into Hooper’s next room, but for now it’s staying put. It’s so lovely.
Have you done any Spring cleaning or re-arranging?
Underwood Family Farm
A co-worker of mine told me about Underwood Family Farm a while back and I’ve been waiting for Hooper to be old enough to enjoy it. After our last successful trip to the zoo, I thought it was time for some more goat petting. This place is awesome and I highly recommend it to anyone in the area.
In case you’re wondering, there were numerous goats and sheep waiting to be brushed but of course Hooper was more interested in the “broom” instead. I’m telling you, there is a special relationship between this boy and brooms. He’s destined to be a janitor. A very successful janitor.
He was also interested in the goat’s water. But come on now, who wouldn’t want to slap their hands around in some goat water. I know I was dying to put my hands in there.
Hey der babee goatz. Want to pway wif me?
Oh no! Babee goat go b-bye.
Dis goat tis my fwend. I touch his nose.
I also give my fwend keeshes. Don’t worry, I didn’t use tongue.
Mommy wheels me around in my little wred wagons…
But I like to pull the wagon too.
Dis twas my forst pony wride. I arch my back when I ride da pony.
In case you’re wondering, yup, I even got to drive the wood train…
AND pway in da sand box.
We stopped at the produce section on the way out and picked up some fresh fruits and vegetables. Man o’ man are those strawberries good. We have a return visit already planned.
Style de Hooper
I bought this little vintage outfit on Ebay so long ago that I cannot even find any record of it. It’s from the 70’s and it came with tags still attached. Total score! One of my favorites. I’ve been waiting for Hooper to grow into this number. And, of course, his new Vans. Gotta love em’.
Sidenote: Thank you to everyone for their kind words in response to my last post. Sarah is practically back to normal. If that dog didn’t have bad luck, she’d have no luck at all but boy does she bounce back fast. I’m back at work today, crossing my fingers that my body can handle it and that I’m not a complaining mess of a pregnant woman by the end of my 12 hour shift.
♥ Happiness ♥
My heart was warmed when I was recently asked by a reader to do a post on what makes me happy, for her blog. I spent a lot of time pondering because many things make me happy and then there is, of course, the obvious answer in being a mother. Instead, I tweaked the question a bit and asked myself instead to reflect on a moment of happiness. A favorite time of the day, per say. And then the answer came easy.
Most nights culminate in Hooper’s room. We watch him play, we read books, we listen to music, we discuss our day or our plans for the next day, we call Willy’s parents in Arizona and laugh with them as we all watch Hooper run amok in these last few minutes before he hits the hay. It’s a time of reflection and togetherness and it has happiness smeared all over it.
Thank you Leigh, for inviting me to do this post.
All things Spring
The change from winter to spring reminds me that come the next change of season we’ll be busy preparing for our new addition. Time really does fly, doesn’t it? Here’s some photos to welcome the new season. Oh spring, you blossom so beautifully.
I stumbled across Betina Lou’s Spring line and I can’t stop thinking about how cute this little model looks in these adorable little outfits. It always seems that when I’m pregnant I’m dreaming of all the things I can’t possibly fit into. But whatever, I won’t be pregnant forever right? In any case, in my next life I’d like to come back as this chick, in these clothes. Happy first day of Spring 🙂
Then & Now, 23 Weeks
It’s almost as if this little boy was trying to fool me. He thought that if he gave me a little nausea and caused my skin to break out like a rebellious pizza-eating-teenager that I may believe all the old wives tales and think him to be a girl. The funny part is that as soon as I unveiled his little secret, my skin mysteriously cleared up. What a little jokester. I have a feeling I better play my cards right with this one, he’s a mischievous one already.
So yes, the celebration may begin. My skin is clear. Can I get a collective hip hip hooray. Hip hip hooray. Hip hip hooray. I feel much better now that I’m not spending my evenings in front of the mirror performing toilet-side procedures that end in anguish and despair. My dear pregnancy gods, please tell me those days are behind me for good.
I ♥ Jill Freedman
Jill Freedman has the most wonderful collection of street and documentary style photography of New York in the 60’s, 70’s, and 80’s. She says, “Those early years were fired with an intensity and passion I had never felt before. I was obsessed and driven. I thought about photography all of the time, I dreamed about it. I was totally in love.” Here’s some of my favorites:
Photos borrowed from here, here, and here.
Style de Hooper
Mr. Clever T-shirt: thrifted
Jeans: hand me downs
Shoes: Converse All-Stars
Bits + Pieces