Tuesday, December 6, 2011


I have a stack of December magazines just waiting for me to sit and enjoy. I love magazines....I want to make every craft project, cook every recipe, try every travel spot....

But when, where, how? How do I start all of it? Sigh. I want to have that room that stops the clock from moving and I can do what I need to do creatively for however long I need and not miss out on anything else....

Here's to the inspirational magazines...and finding time to do something creative.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Inspiration in the (play) kitchen

A dear friend a fellow Mommy, recently told me she was on the hunt for a play wooden kitchen for her amazing daughter. So then I got the kitchen bug, I started daydreaming about our daughter finding one from Santa this year....

But seriously, nothing out there was talking to me.....

Until I found these inspiring Mommas repurpose something to make "the" kitchen. Amazing skills. Can I do this?! Can I get this done?!

Thrift store makeover

DIY play kitchen

Modern IKEA playtime

Nightstand turns play kitchen

Wednesday, October 19, 2011


Today as I looked (again) at my dry, colored hair...gray coming in ... I thought about NOT coloring my hair. I've been changing my hair color since I was 14. Only when I was 31 did I realize my hair was a color I was striving for - for years, left it alone and then saw too much gray...and colored it again.

Now I'm 40 and well, the gray is there in full effect.

It's wire'y. It's dry. I pay too much $$ to make it young, fresh looking and wonder, hmm, would a box of color in my own bathroom do the same thing? Probably yes. Color over the gray. It being still dull. still dry....Yep.

But then I wonder, maybe I should leave it alone. Maybe it would be happier left alone like when I was 31....Maybe I'd be happier with it too..

So maybe I will go gray at 40?

"Just Breathe" 2009 Pearl Jam

Sometimes a song just HITS me. It hits me face on and says "listen". This song from 2009, just came to me again after a few years and I was reminded how much it meant to me. Listen to the lyrics if you can...


Yes, I understand that every life must end, uh-huh

As we sit alone, I know someday we must go, uh-huh

Oh I'm a lucky man, to count on both hands the ones I love

Some folks just have one, yeah, others, they've got none

Stay with me...

Let's just breathe...

Practiced all my sins, never gonna let me win, uh-huh

Under everything, just another human being, uh-huh

I don't wanna hurt, there's so much in this world to make me bleed

Stay with me

You're all I see...

Did I say that I need you?

Did I say that I want you?

Oh, if I didn't I'm a fool you see

No one knows this more than me

As I come clean...

I wonder everyday, as I look upon your face, uh-huh

Everything you gave

And nothing you would save, oh no

Nothing you would take

Everything you gave...

Did I say that I need you?

Oh, did I say that I want you?

Oh, if I didn't I'm a fool you see

No one knows this more than me

And I come clean, ah...

Nothing you would take

Everything you gave

Hold me til I die

Meet you on the other side...

Friday, October 14, 2011


Something happened this week that made me doubt me as a parent and doubt our daughter and her progress - then, I realized that all that was crazy talk. Go with your gut. Be the best you can be...And don't let others make you think twice about the things you do as a parent and know in your heart are genuine and pure. Here's to us, all the wonderful parents and fantastic children out there.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011


Here's the thing. I feel so unbelievably lucky to be able to BE a Stay-At-Home-Mom for our daughter in this day and age.

I was actually out tonight at 6pm (I know, not late...but in our house where our toddler normally is asleep by 5:30pm and we're in lock down, it felt late for me...) driving home with our baby in her carseat, and I noticed a parent picking up his toddler at 5:58pm from a local daycare.

All I could think about was the amazing day I had with our daughter today and if I were in the same position, I would have dropped her off before 9am and picked her up at 6pm. Missing a lot of today with her. I realize that some parents need to do this. Some parents have to do this. Some parents want to do this. Some parents just do it.

I'm not saying it's good or bad, I'm just saying.

Our daughter is a toddler which translated means "some days aren't easy", but I love what I'm able to do. I love being the person who understands her babble the best, her unique sign language words, her cries. Sometimes I feel like I'm in the toddler bubble and I want/need/must have grown-up interaction along side of a good glass of wine or two, but most of the time, it's all good. It just feels right for me.

Just lucky.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Loves start so early.

All my life I've been drawn to certain things...Peter pan collars. Puff sleeves. Pugs. NYC.

Little did I know that a lot of my "loves" came from my favorite book growing up - Eloise.

My Grandmother, who I called Omi, had lived in NYC. She told me stories of living in the big city, shopping, taking 'fashion' pictures with her beautiful sisters on 'tar beach' (rooftop of their apartment building), and I related all of this to this book.

Here was this little girl character, who was basically raised by her Nanny - and lived in the Plaza. She had an imagination that I adored, a pug, a turtle, life with grown ups...I thought she was fantastic.

While I was living in NYC in my 20s, I had the chance to meet the Illustrator, Hilary Knight, who (cough cough) I had always thought was female at B&N on the Upper East side for a book signing. (Okay, this was pre-Google....yes, I could have researched Hilary a bit more in the library..but..I didn't.)

It's funny - from 1-30 years old, I didn't think much about what I loved, I just did. I just loved certain things so much and went with it. Now at 40, I realize how much these little, important moments followed me through so much of my life and still do.

And I wonder what our daughter will bring with her along the journey....A Mom who makes up funny songs to anything that buzzes? Rain and spiders and mountains which exist in plenty here in the Northwest? A Daddy who loves Chocolate milk as much as she does? Hmmmmmmmm - Love starts so early.


We have a 20 - almost 21 month old - baby girl who (cough cough) has more shoes than I do. I used to be that woman who purchased a new outfit, new accessory, new ____, weekly - but no longer. Now it's my daughter. My daughter who owns the cutest shoes ever, but ... ONLY WEARS her rain boots. Forget if it's raining or not, she ONLY wants to wear her "BOOOOOTS."

Don't get me wrong, she looks fabulous, but some outfits would look cuter with a pair of See Kai Run mary janes or sandals or....

No, I'm not that Mom. I'm just a Mom who used to be more of a slave to fashion and now wears hoodies and jeans and dresses her daughter up for occasions like music class, play dates, or gymnastics.

Now where are my Hunter boots? High Gloss please.

Monday, August 15, 2011

10 surprises.

Things I wasn't expecting as a parent:

  1. We now have a stocked fridge. No more - nothing to eat days really. I shop weekly and fill up the cart with food that I'm starting to prep and prepare.
  2. I'm planning dinners more. And I'm the cook of the house (husband was the cook before. He's still the chef though.)
  3. I can work on something and not finish it that same day - and be okay with that.
  4. Naps are wonderful.
  5. Not doing housework and taking a nap or reading a book or chilling is something I must do daily for my survival.
  6. I never knew how much coffee I could drink and still sleep.
  7. I don't miss clients. I don't miss client meetings.
  8. I do miss adults. I do miss adults talking about things OTHER than babies, children, etc. I never understood how much a parent can talk about the kid.
  9. Getting me time 1x a week is a must and makes everything even sweeter.
  10. Seeing something for the first time again through your child's eyes is so amazing and cool - it's indescribable.

Monday, July 25, 2011

all done Momma, Dada, Momma, Dada

Our 18 month and 4 week old (yes, I'm milking each day until the actual day is here and she turns 19 months) yesterday put words together so perfectly - we can't take it. When we asked her, "Are you all done eating?" she replied, sweetly -

"All done Momma, Dada, Momma, Dada"

She said it in the tiniest, most darling voice ever. I'm secretly in love with this age - even with the "I'M NOT GETTING DRESSED!" tantrums. Wow, this gets better and better.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Little reminders...

I am sitting here in front of the computer looking at old pictures (I was actually looking for some wedding shots, but instead found a pregnancy and then the delivery folders!) I can't believe that our baby girl - pictured here at 18 weeks - is now 18 months. What the ????

Not only did I find pictures, but I also found video - including hospital video, delivery video, and welcoming home video. Jake and I look so clueless in all of it. Didn't know what to expect. Didn't know what to do, say, ___ (fill in the blank.)

AND - I was sooo big at the 42 weeks (yes, our baby girl was 2 weeks late!) Wowza. BIG-BIG-BIG all over.

Just today I was thinking of wanting to get pregnant again. Hmmm, I think I'll enjoy summer and each day with our growing toddler instead for now...

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Time Warp....

I drove at 9pm last week on a sunny weekday. It was so strange....The world seemed different. People were out at the park - just hanging out. Some folks were at bars....The world keeps on moving, while we sit in our little corner with a toddler who sleeps VERY WELL now (knocking on a HUGE piece of wood right) - but goes down as early as 5:30pm.... It was so strange to see everyone out and living and having fun. I sorta feel like I fell off the planet for 2 years now - heck, since pregnancy when I was napping A LOT and going to bed EARLY. Oh well, I guess I'll return to planet Earth one day....

little accomplishment....

I finished it! I finished it! I want to run up and down the streets singing, "I finished a smock dress for our daughter! I actually got out the sewing machine and did it."

1 sewing machine + 1 pattern book + many sewing lessons years ago in NYC = 2 days of accomplishment.

Whew, that wasn't easy, but I'm glad I did it. Our toddler seems already a bit tall for it, but heck, it's A.) done and B) could be a shirt too. ;)

Thursday, June 16, 2011

The True Value

Recently, I worked on digital project that through me for a loop. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't something crazy, never been done before-it was actually pretty easy (or should've been). But I was trying to fit my "work" in between 1 nap (estimated-1.5 hrs), then finish after our toddler fell asleep.

Yeah, well let's just say, it took me longer than I thought -and things were bugging out a bit. The job that I originally thought I could do in 2 hrs max, took 2 days (over 2 naps, and 1 night, + 2 hrs of a sitter).

All of a sudden, I started to think about how people value the work I was doing vs. the work of watching a child. Here I was in front of a computer, changing some design elements to a website, updating content, creating a calendar -and I thought about what in my past life my work would have been billed at for this work. Seriously, way more than a Babysitter or a Nanny.

Then I thought about my own recent questions about what sitters charge these days.

So, do I value web production, marketing, etc higher than watching our daughter? NO.
Raising our daughter is the hardest, rewarding, exhausting job I've ever had. I am always tired, I'm eating food scraps (of hers btw!) off the floor, I'm cleaning 24/7, I'm always dirty.... and can't even squeeze in a small digital job in between it all. I've honestly, never worked harder and never felt so under appreciated by society. I'm not complaining. I wouldn't change it for anything. I'm just saying...

So maybe it is time I revalue the going rate of sitters, and lower my going rate any digital work.

Related: How does your country sum up with Maternity leave? I mean, doesn't this say it all in how the US values being a parent?

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

I'm so hungry...

BUT baby girl is sleeping (all the way on the top floor of our 3-story town house and I'm on the 1st floor) but why risk it and go upstairs to satisfy my rumbling stomach?

WHY do we feel if we stir we'll wake up the napping/sleeping baby? Why risk it, right? It's not worth it... I can eat later. Ah baby = new realization of what patience truly means!

Monday, June 6, 2011

Toddler days...

It's official - Our 17 month old is officially a toddler. I know, I know - seems like she is/was a toddler awhile back, but not for me. She was still our baby girl. But now, she's no longer breast feeding, using words (a lot), throwing yelps out there regularly, napping typically 1x a day, becoming a picky eater, getting molars, already choosing her outfits for the day (!?!?), and much more.

Everyone always tells you the first year + goes by fast, but we had no idea. Parts of me are so excited each day to see what is in store. Some parts of me are sad and miss the "baby" in our house. But all-in-all it's all pretty darn sweet - even with the toddler tantrums.

Monday, April 11, 2011

toddler "development"

At 15 months old, our daughter, now walking, shaking her head "no", officially sleeping (knock on the biggest piece of wood) sleeping in HER bed -- is having tantrums. I refer to it as her "Sybil" stage - one minute she's UP the next minute she's way DOWN (which is pretty ironic as I think about it. She LOVES to say "Up/down" over and over again. Hmmmm. Interesting.)

Right at 5pm, she's done. She seems exhausted. We've made the bedtime routine earlier now just to try to get her down before it's even harder. We sorta came to the realization that family dinners out - even early ones, for the time being might be a thing of the past.

The house seems like it's always in flux. She's all  over it, looking for the new toy to entertain her. I can't help but wonder if I'm stimulating her enough. We do play dates daily, music class 1x a week, and try to get outside as much as the weather allows us to.

I guess we're in the midst of toddler-ville, another amazing, rewarding, exhausting phase of parenthood. Here we go!

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Indoor solutions for these gray, rainy, blah, days....

My Mom always says, "how lucky you are to live in such a family friendly city." I am - we are....especially since right now is gray, cool, and wet season... In other words "blah."

Honestly, I don't know what I'd do without all these avenues in Seattle:

Toddler friendly cafes: (aka - coffee for Mom. Play space for kiddos)
  • Twirl (Queen Anne. $5 for open play all day)
  • Green Leaf (Greenwood)
  • Cafe Bonjour (Green Lake)
  • Seattle community centers (Green Lake, Northgate - limited indoor play times)
  • Swimming! Green Lake, Ballard, and more - community centers.
  • Woodland Zoo (Zoonazium - inside space)
  • Aquarium (fish fish and more amazing fish)

  • Tutta Bella (Fremont)
  • Tacos Guaymas (Green Lake) 
Bars: (yes, BARS and yes, the restaurants above also serve alcohol.) 
  •  Fremont Brewery (Um, Fremont)

Know more places? Email me and I'll check 'em out too :)


Tuesday, February 15, 2011


Recently a guy friend of my husband expressed to him that he "...thought I was a 'go-getter' and was surprised I was no longer working."

When did being a SAHM mean you were no longer a go-getter? (Definition of a "go-getter" = a person who acts and gets things done.)

I've actually never stopped being a go-getter...HECK, I've actually been more of a go-getter as a SAHM than I ever have been. Even when our daughter sleeps, I'm doing something. I'm going, going, go----going.

So why does society related being a stay-at-home-mom as a less than motivating thing for a woman to do? Here's what I say to that - being a SAHM should be defined as a Go-Getter.


original post: http://frommarketertomommy.blogspot.com/2011/02/go-getter.html

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

i wanna be that person....

who can pack up dinner, drinks, attire, face lotion (wait, can you bring this?), and more in a backpack and head out to the wilderness - but i don't think it's in me. i browse through friends pictures of this - especially my friends/family in the Northwest, and i think "oh that is how you do it?", "wow! that looks like fun!" - but then reality hits and i realize i couldn't pack all my nightly items (face lotion, hand lotion, lip balm) AND I wouldn't have my pillows (yes, plural. I need many.) so maybe this camping thing really isn't for me.

maybe i'm more of a day tripper....hmmm.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

I'm in love. (and obsessed.)

a friend posted a link to the blog - design*sponge - and well, I'm in love (and obsessed.) my husband and I are in discussion to redo our kitchen, master bath, and possibly the garden (that is my dream at least.) and now I'm daydreaming with the help of design*sponge. i don't know where to start. WAHHHH! I want it all NOW. I know, "have patience, have patience...don't be in such a hurry..."

Monday, January 31, 2011

I never...

I never thought I'd have a baby who loved her pacifier. Heck, I didn't even know about pacifiers (which one, how you approached it, blah blah...) Then our baby arrived - who was (and still is) a sucker. If it weren't for my girl, Jenna, gifting 2 Nuk pacifiers along with a baby gift - I would probably have never popped a pacifier in her mouth week 2 of her life.... That night the pacifier was a life saver!

Also, never planned on having our now 13 month old sleep in our bed. She was in her bassinet till she was 4 months, then swaddled in her crib till 6 months, then all of a sudden - she out of the swaddle and NOT digging the crib at all. We've tried many things.....mattress on floor, persistent parenting on crib time, but at the end of the day - she sleeps WELL when she's in our bed between Mom and Dad. She actually sleeps well - really well with us. NOT well not withOUT us. I know, you're rolling your eyes. Me too. But you know, this is what parenting has taught me, 13 months into it - don't expect anything. Never say never.

Just be - pacifiers and all.

Time for boots.

I know, you probably already have your boots for this season. I mean, HELLO - it's January 31st! Spring is so close (or at least we hope...) Well, being pregnant in '09 - then full time Mom in '10, I was finally ready to give a little somethin' to Momma - some Black Leather Boots please. Ahh, Nordstroms, you always save the day. I walk in, there is no crowd, no stuffed aisles, no pushy sales person. I love you. And now, I love my new boots.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Everything takes time.

I had a great talk today with a friend and we talked some time about how things that matter - take time and take work. Nothing is easy. I know, you know this - but sometimes, I need to say things/write things out loud to remember things. (so I'm sharing...)

There's no such thing of an easy task - even putting dishes in the dishwasher takes time. So next time I try to rush something, I need to chill and embrace the time it takes to do what ever I'm doing....

Thursday, January 6, 2011

I feel like I'm living life with a stop watch

Growing up, I sometimes* I would run/walk along side my Dad as he ran in the neighborhood. He had this stop watch - just like the one pictured. I think he'd time me sometimes, or he'd time himself. Who knows - I do know though I was never fast but that didn't matter. He was always encouraging...

These days as a SAHM, I feel like I'm living by this vintage stop watch. IF I'm LUCKY, I get 3 mins to shower, 1 min to do my hair, possibly 45 mins to do chores while the baby sleeps, 60 mins to drive in the car if she's napping, 120 minutes if it's lucky babysitter day, .... occasionally 30 mins a day to do something alone (which usually ends up doing a chore or watching TV..)

I'm not complaining. I'm just living in a daze again - minute by minute, hour by hour - if that makes any sense. I think it's all due to the fact that the baby is growing, and doing amazing things - and I'm tired and she's not sleeping.

All you lucky parents with sleepers who don't need count the minutes your baby is sleeping, please give your baby a BIG hug and kiss for me tonight!  (wait, do it tomorrow. He/she is probably sleeping...)

Signing off - my 30 mins alone is up.

*=I'm not sure how many times I ran/walked along side my Dad. I'm sure it was only a hand full of times, but felt like a lot. ;)