Life in List Form (Brought to you by my iPhone camera.)

1. The Whoorl household is illin’ this week. All three of us are drowning in Trader Joe’s tissues, although Wito seems to prefer using his sleeve/toys/sofa arm/remote control/pillow as a snot receptacle.

2. The fact that we all fell ill during Wito’s week off from preschool makes me want to cry, considering I was truly looking forward to the playdates we had scheduled for the week. For instance, tomorrow’s playdate will be held at my friend’s pizza parlor. Good friends, fun kids and ALL YOU CAN EAT FREE PIZZA. Do you realize how wonderful that 2-3 hours would have been for this here pregnant lady? DO YOU?

3. Speaking of being pregnant, I am 21 weeks as of last weekend. Halfway there, my friends, and about 2 photos to show for it. (The second one sure gets the shaft, don’t they?)  Here I am this morning in my (rapidly becoming too snug) Andrew Bird tee.

Interesting how I choose to take a photo of myself on the day that I feel like death. Revel in my natural beauty, folks! REVEL.

4. Many updates are currently going on at the house, and I promise to post some photos in the near future. It’s just that I’m more of a Before/After Photo kind of girl, opposed to a Check Out The Progress We Are Making Today gal. Although, there may or may not be a lovely man named Carlos painting our downstairs powder room navy as I type this.

5. Hell. While I’m randomly busting out my iPhone camera, here’s a shot of my favorite room in the house. Our upstairs loft, aptly named The Treehouse. I could sit here all day.

6. Finally, prepare for utter sweetness. We are big fans of The Sound of Music over here, and my nighttime duties usually consist of a four-song medley of sorts for Wito after D reads his bedtime story. (“Sixteen Going on Seventeen,” “Edelweiss,” “Doe Re Mi” and “My Favorite Things,” in case the suspense is absolutely killing you…)

Yesterday afternoon, Wito was feeling pretty crummy so he decided he wanted to sing “My Favorite Things” in hopes of feeling better. I think it may have helped a tiny bit. (Or maybe it was the ice cream.)

My Favorite Things from whoorl on Vimeo.

Packing and a Hot Makeover

1. You all. I feel as though I will never stop unpacking. Whenever I tell myself that YES INDEED THAT DAY WILL COME, the angsty lyric “never ever ever ever, don’t you even think it” plays in a loop throughout my brain. (At the end of “Joe Lies.” In Say Anything! Duh.) Here is a snapshot of the one room I FEEL as though I’ve spent days on.

This is probably the most organized room in the house as of 2:46pm PST.

(Long ass sigh.)

2. Since I will undoubtedly be huffing cardboard for the remainder of the week, please enjoy a new video series entitled Gone Style’s Five Minute Makeover. (Then you can explain to me how I got so lucky as to work with Rebecca Woolf and Josie Maran because, well, DUDE.)

On the Next Episode of Hoarders

While helping to empty out her husband’s storage unit, a wife makes the startling realization of just HOW MUCH mid-century furniture, accessories, objects and art he has been “collecting” over the past several years.

The perpetrator unloading the third of eleventy million cartloads.

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