“happiness just happened . . . and you missed it.”

I read that in a book recently and it smacked me like a sheet of cold water across my face. I was struck by the reality that with my multitasking bad habits, my obsession with documenting everything with photos and videos, my propensity to get caught up with work and to-do lists and whatever’s three steps ahead  . . .”living in the moment” has completely escaped me.

Here’s what I’d add to that line in the book: Happiness just happened . . . and you missed it. And guess what? It’s your fault.

After all, it’s my time, it’s my life and it’s my grubby little fingers that type it all in to my calendar, that write it all down on scraps of papers with check boxes and run-on lists . . . the same fingers that scroll through my phone at every free second like I’ve lost the winning Lotto numbers and they’re somewhere in my phone.


At the end of the day, I’m usually the one that creates the totally over-planned, over-committed chaos that has become my day-to-day existence. The choices I make to be behind the camera versus in the action, to juggle a conference call in the few precious moments I’m totally alone with my baby, to check email during my toddler’s swim lesson– they’re all robing minutes away from each experience. And I’m letting them. But not any more.

While I haven’t completely finished it (guess who’s “too busy”?), this book (The Happiest Mom) has me thinking of all the ways I need to change my approach to life. Starting with . . .

  • When I feed my baby, that’s all I’m doing. You don’t want to know how many times I did that juggling my crackberry, texting, tweeting, wondering if that last tweet made me loose followers (telling myself how lame that sounds, even if it’s in my own head), worrying if I finished that email. Wait. Let me look at my phone and check. ENOUGH. Just feed the baby. Me and him. That’s it.
  • Giving my toddler Momma time. Uninterrupted. TV off, phone away, real time. At the park, on our couch, anywhere. I’m talking eye contact, real conversations (you know, of the 2-year-old kind), just me and him. It’s sad to think about how many conversations we have with our kids that all revolve around “Sure” and “Uh huh” and if they’re lucky, an occasional “Ohhh…really??” all the while texting, reading, web surfing, watching reality TV, wondering if it’s too early for a cocktail, etc., etc.
  • Getting in the action instead of always having my face behind a camera or video recorder. I might have kick-ass pictures, but I’m not in any of them. And I’m not fully experiencing what’s happening when I’m too busy staging shots like I’m running a red carpet.
  • Giving my husband my phone when we sit down to eat, so he can hold it hostage. I don’t want to be that couple . . . huddled around their phones reading Twitter, checking into Foursquare, playing video games. Let’s take it back circa 1970s where we actually had to talk to each other. Or, stare at each other. Anything but ignoring each other for our phones. This would also be a good time to have heart-to-heart with my 2 year old, so he’ll stop crashing his crayons together like the restaurant is his personal rally race.
  • Banning talking about my clients or my work when I’m not actually working.
  • Forgetting about everything else when I walk into the gym, besides how awesome it feels to be out of my house and at the gym.
  • Not worrying about things that will have no bearing on my life five years from now. If no one will get hurt and/or I won’t care about it five years from now . . . it’s not worth distracting from the hundreds of things I could be doing with that time instead (see above).

I could go on for days.

If you took a good, honest, look at the things that prevent you from really soaking in the moments as they happen– what would you change?

yummie tummie. it’s like tummie time… for grown-ups.

I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with my tummy. Reality check: It’s mostly hate. I loved it when it carried my two (BIG), healthy, (BIG) baby boys. Did I mention BIG?

I hated it when it didn’t magically bounce back after each delivery (Via c-section. As if the whole big baby thing wasn’t enough to wreak havoc).

Now, five months after my last (BIG) bundle of joy, I’m finally getting used to not hearing things like “Oh my GOD. Your belly is HUGE!” “Are you having twins!?” “That’s just ONE baby in there!?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But–like most moms within a few months of having a baby–what I fear most is one day hearing “When are you due?”

You see, most people don’t tell you that after you leave the hospital with your brand-new baby…you still look pregnant. And if you’re like me, fortunate enough to be blessed with big, healthy babies (have I mentioned my 5 month old wears 18-24-month clothes?) but cursed by weak stomach muscles from repeat c-sections…you know that the dreaded pouch is along for the long-haul. I Zumba, I walk, I’ve lost 40 lbs…but my tummie has fallen, and it can’t get up.

Or can it?

Enter Yummie Tummie.

 

 

 

 

 

 

My friend Christina (who I’ve known since both of us were in our 20s and our Tummies had not a care in the world besides which bikini it should wear, or what we were feeding it next), told me about Yummie Tummie’s “Say Wow Not Ow Yummie Tummie Style Session” at BlogHer.

Yummie Tummie has tanks, camis, shapewear . .  super sexy underthings . . . everything a new mom with two kids could dream of gifting the tummie that sacrificed so much to give her two beautiful babies!

Here’s just a quick peek at what they offer:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If you want to learn more, visit the Yummie Tummie Facebook page, the Yummie Tummie site or follow them on Yummie Tummie Twitter!

design + nursery = trouble

Somehow in the middle of all my extreme nesting when I was pregnant with lil L, my husband convinced me to hold off on a full-blown nursery. After all, the baby will be in our room the first six months. Last time I obsessed over our first son’s room, it sat there (unused) until he was one.

Here’s the downside my husband didn’t consider: I’ve now had months to obsess over it. And it’s going to cost him!

These are just a few of the things I’m obsessing over that fall in the style/color palate I’m going after. I’m loving bright whites, deep charcoals and punches of super-poppy blue!

this mom (modgblog.com) is getting tons of love on her son's room. i'm obsessed with the white branches against the deep charcoal walls. i have to have charcoal walls. http://tinyurl.com/6yx6a5a

clean. modern. awesome. olio studio double cylinder light from dwell. http://tinyurl.com/63s4g49

i haven't decided if this goes better with my toddler's room. music is such a major part of our lives and this is just downright adorable. http://tinyurl.com/6kbblje

DIY art.

 

 

ok. this one's going to hurt a little . . . like $1,000 hurts coming out of your wallet. but it's amazing. dwell studio thompson glider, charcoal. momma loves... http://tinyurl.com/63rbvk4

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