You guys, you need to head over to Cary Anne Photography’s website to check out the photos of my cousin and her new baby. They will take your breath away, I promise. (Are they not the cutest family ever? Love love love.) Also, can we talk about the fact that I have never had professional […]
Behind these doors lives the greatest laundry solution ever. Hanging laundry baskets, my friends.
The apple does not fall far from the tree, as Wito has developed quite an interest in two things, planning and writing. He journals all the livelong day – furiously scribbling while biting the whole of his bottom lip. In fact, when we have a disagreement, it’s not uncommon for him to run to his […]
One of the best parts of blogging for the past eight (OMG EIGHT) years is accessing my archives for a little walk down memory lane. And truly, thank god for my archives because my memory ain’t so great, y’all. Truth, I’ve forgotten actual chapters of my life from my college days and my twenties…can’t remember […]
The past three months have been a bit unusual. Buying and renovating a house is obviously stressful. Joyful and exciting, but stressful. Until we moved last week, D had been leaving around 6am to meet with contractors at the new house, followed by a full day at work, followed by stopping by the house again […]
I recently found Wito’s school photo retakes in his backpack. Sparkling eyes, a huge toothless grin…it’s very difficult to look at them right now. I think of the Sandy Hook victims’ school photos…how many of those sweet children were missing some of their baby teeth too? Did they smile shyly or with boisterous accord? I […]
Ho ho ho, cute and cozy baby lovers! Yesterday, Gilt.com exclusively launched Baby Gap’s Snowflake Collection. You can purchase the collection on Gilt.com before it’s available anywhere else, but you better hurry because it’s going fast. Click here to check out the adorable goods.
The newest episode of Mama Said is hard-hitting, you all. Hard-hitting, premiere filmmaking up in this joint. Grab your toilet paper.
My kids got a huge gold star yesterday. I recently wrote about Wita’s usurping of the car stereo, which has been an interesting time for me. As the daughter of a musician, listening to sugary sweet, over-produced tracks is like a huge middle finger to what I was raised to appreciate. My dad has played […]
Happy Halloween from Super Mario and Princess Peach! (These photos were taken at Camp Spooky a few weeks ago at Knotts Berry Farm, which was a blast. Considering I hadn’t been to Knott’s in over 25 years, I was really, really surprised at how much fun we had. So much so that this gal might […]
We love Freshly Picked moccasins at the Whoorl household. We really love them. So much that Wita pretty much wears two pairs of shoes for 85% of the year. Freshly Picked moccasins in the fall and winter, and Saltwater Sandals in the spring and summer. Now, Wito has graduated from the leather mocs because he […]
Hello! Guess what time I woke up today? 4:30am! So awesome, right? *death stare* I woke up to little Wita crying and moaning. She didn’t feel warm, so we got up and took a little bath while the rest of the west coast slept. I guess you could say I was feeling a bit tired, […]
I’ve posted hundreds of photos of hair inspiration over the years, but I’ve never really done a roundup of hairstyles for the younger set. Now, as you can see above, I’m a huge proponent of the toddler bob. Nothing could be cuter! (I know, I know…I’m a little biased.) Regardless of length, though, little girls’ […]
My car stereo has been usurped by my daughter. The days of a few little ditties by The Black Keys or Andrew Bird with a Backyardigans single thrown in for good measure are over. Done. Finito. It’s fully Nickelodeon up in here with Wita at the helm. Now, I have always fancied myself a fair […]
From the looks of my recent blog posts, I might be going through a little something or other in regards to Wito. I mean, I think I’ve written about him more in the past few weeks than I have in the past few years combined. I’m just so wistful about him growing up, and I […]