“it’s never too late to come on home” –michael franti

the spring sun had me feeling a bit rebellious last week. i cancelled all commitments, packed a quick suitcase, loaded my wee boys in the car and sang franti songs all the way to utah.

i’ve made several realizations about my life over the past few weeks. one very important one came to me while sitting at a table in the red room: i am going to say “yes” more. yes to things that i know i will love. yes to things that will make me happy. yes to things that remind me about who i really am. what kind of girl i really am. no more of this sitting back and watching these days go by wishing i was somewhere else. doing something else. being someone else. blah. blah. blah. {note to self: remember to elaborate more on this topic later}

so when my mom called on monday with a final reminder of the free franti concert… i said yes and we were in our car early the next morning. it was so worth it. a trip to home-sweet-home with no agenda. it was carefree. happy. yellow-guestroom-snuggly. without the list of to-do’s i somehow found time to visit all of the places i love. and the concert? true free-bird love. 

skinnnnnny summer girl

 
so. here’s the deal. i allowed andrey to take a before picture of me this weekend. in a scrubby tank top and sweats. my frumpy house clothes. and while i knew that my body had taken on a new sloshy shape since boy #2 was born, i still felt some what cute-mom-ish in said frumpy house clothes and ponytail.
until i saw the pictures, that is. i wanted to hide. 

i was gifted some new nikes for my birthday. they run fast and jump high. they are step one to the new, happy, skinny, me. not that chubby me isn’t happy, either. just that there are far too many pretty things out there that i’d love to be wearing. far too many pretty things in my closet that i’d like to feel pretty in.

tomorrow. monday. (is it bad luck to start these sorts of things on mondays?) it begins. i’ve got two months until i want to be fitting nicely into my pre-gavin clothes and four months until i want to be the happy, skinny, version of myself in that outfit over there and my chubby six-month-old-bubba-boy on my hip.  with no traces of him left in my belly.  i’m giving myself some rules. easy ones that i can follow because i am no good at this. <<right, gina? right, lacie?>>
no good at all. 

i’ve got rules like:
eat breakfast.
drink jugs of water.
watch the sugar.
get to bed at a decent hour. 
do some sort of exercise daily.
do something weekly to feel pretty.

got any good advice?
and no. you will not be seeing those before pictures. ever. don’t ask.

off to eat that last lemon cream cheese bar in my fridge. <<thanks, kristin>>
and finish off that slice of ice cream cake in the freezer.   <<thanks, tiffani>>

love, lin

the hunt

“three is a magic number” –schoolhouse rock

               
“…yes it is, it's a magic number. 

    …it takes 3 legs to make a tri-pod
or to make a table stand.
it takes 3 wheels to make a ve-hicle
called a tricycle…every triangle has 3 corners,
every triangle has 3 sides,
no more, no less.
you don't have to guess.
when it's 3 you can see, it's a magic number…  



a man and a woman had a little baby,
yes, they did…
they had 3 in the family…” 

 

it’s official! the party has been had. my boy is 3 lukey years old! 
3 is a magic number!

<<<<get your own cake toppers here from my dear friend, roxana>>>>

already?!

happy three birthday, little indian boy!
love, mama-lin

baby mine

little brother : nine weeks
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life before you? can’t remember.

cyber-space :: happy-ness

click. click. click away.

it’s been a happy few days of windy park dates with good friends, happy mail from etsy favorites, meeting a so-fresh baby oliver, stashing secret presents away for a soon-to-be three year old, party planning a wild indian boy bash, opening up the brain bins marked “art-stuff” and diving in. things are comin’ around, friends. good things.
cheers!
lin