i’m officially 12 weeks into this whole motherhood gig. the baby police have yet to take my little person away from me; although hunkiest and i did catch her the other night putting in a request for a transfer. our sutton is slowly finding her groove. her...
friday dark circles and breast pump blisters to you m’loves. we are three weeks into parenthood, and cherishing whatever sleep we can get. jones and priscilla, already on nanny-duty, insist on supervising every feed and diaper change. they, too, are grabbing...
so with just a little over two weeks in to this motherhood gig i can attest to the following ultimates: i am the happiest, the sleepiest, the most-frightened, most crazy in love {with baby, husband, + beasts,} and the most fulfilled of my entire life. we’re on...
there’s a new girl in the house, and we’re all crushing HARD. 11 days ago “sutton sinclair” decided to show up to the dance party…..early. we had a week in the nicu because she was so little, but we’re home now and overdosing on all...
what is it that they say about best-laid plans? i had a grand scheme for these nine-plus months of uterine hospitality: ~visions of my water breaking at the 41st week, in the gym shower, post record-breaking calorie expenditure in my spin and pilates classes....
 happy-hot-pink-feathers-in-your-ears friday to you m’loves! priscilla just got back from her petsmart spa day where we, bi-monthly, walk her in looking like the sticky, dirty floor of a movie theater, and strut her out looking like the proper, high-class...
