A woman's journey through faith, motherhood, fashion and travel.
Color Crush: Orange & Grapefruit
Next up on the Citrus Color Crush list are Orange and Grapefruit. Pink and orange together used to seem a little too Lisa Frank for me, (anybody else picturing their unicorn bedazzled binders?) but lately I have warmed up to the duo. As usual, I recommend adding in both orange and grapefruit as a compliment to a neutral outfit, but sometimes a pink and orange dress is just necessary!
Newborn gifts have a sweet way of pulling at heart strings (of both the gift-giver and gift-receiver) and I wanted to share a few of my favorites for blessing the new baby. I have to say, putting this baby girl mood board together has me itching for a little lady in my life! Oshiolema will be a fantastic big brother either way and we're so excited to find out just who this baby is very soon.
Fashion Book: I have been a huge fan of all the new fashion infused books for little girls being written lately. This Little Piggy Went to Prada seems like a precious addition to any little girl library. The Laundress ‘Just for Baby’ kit: Though sometimes you just can’t beat the classics when it comes to laundering baby clothes, this new brand “The Laundress” Is something I can really get behind. All products are all natural, gentle and non-toxic, which surprisingly isn’t true for the detergent I swore by up until now. The packaging is pretty enough to elevate any laundry room and the signatur…
The last time I wrote on my beloved blog, I was 8 months postpartum, knee deep in sleep training and carefully tiptoeing into parenthood. As I write this, my son-now nearly fifteen months old-is running around and I am resting my hand on my four month baby bump. (To those of you confused at the science of the months-along/baby bump size ratio...yea. this bump isn't messing around.)
Looking back on all that I have gone through as a woman and wife and mother in the past few months I know I have had so much to share, but for what seems like the first time in my life, I wasn't compelled to. It truly was a special time. I have learned and laughed and cried in the past few months more than I have at any other time chunk of my life and yet all those defining moments are tucked away in my heart (and external hard drives) just for me. Just for us. My family.
I've decided the best way to return to writing would be to share something incredibly personal that is long overdue; Oshiol…
Our beautiful son is one week old today. Last night, after being up with
him for what seemed like the hundredth hour of the evening, I realized
what love is. As I waddled back from the bathroom and looked at my
husband resting with Oshiolema sleeping on his chest, I truly realized
how much our lives have changed. My Boppy was on the couch draped in a
burp cloth, A table stocked with water, snacks and a breast pump was off
to the side and we had the TV on a volume that was practically quieter
than mute. "This is crazy." I whispered. My husband smiled back at me, "No, this is love."
Love is your husband helping you up from the toilet and sitting on the bathroom floor helping you relax enough to forget about a pretty serious set of stitches. Love is how he looks at you when you're limping in a nursing bra and compression band and says "you are more beautiful than ever." Love is your little sister committing to stay with you until the baby arrive…