Friday, November 28, 2014

He is 3 & Wild & Free

My little boy is not so little anymore. Today, at 12pm he will be 3 years old, or as he says, "3 units." He seems so grown up sometimes that I just can't stand it. I actually find myself grateful that he isn't potty trained yet so I can still change him. I guess I'm just trying to hold on to these inevitably fleeting moments.

I look at Donovan and try to remember Driscoe this way, and all I realize is that it came and went so fast. You blink and they are independent little 3 year old's saying the sweetest, or the most derogatory things you can imagine.

This age is so fun, but by far the most humbling. One second he is singing your praises, and the next second he is screaming 'fucky sucky' in the middle of Target.

(I still don't know how that phrase came about, but I find comfort in knowing he taught Dax and now Sarah has to suffer through the same embarrassment. Sorry Aunt Sawah!)

I love you so much Driscoe Barney, you have made our lives so fun and amazing. I promise I will try hard to cherish every moment with you, even the embarrassing ones. 

Happy Birthday!

Love, your always proud and loving, mama

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

//// Roadtrip to Marfa, TX

We are packing the suburban and heading out to West TEXAS!  
Our first LONG Family road trip as a family of four!  Wish us LUCK.  


Texas Monthly

////////////////// send me some of your fav spots in Marfa!

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

bohoSingles: Another One Bites The (Crop) Dust

So I had been seeing this guy Jerky* for way longer than I'd ever like
to admit. It was the night before Thanksgiving and I was tearing up
the dance floor in an empty dive bar with my girlfriends. Just then a
tall, handsome, young man approached me and we had instant chemistry.
We danced and then I tried to snub him for the rest of the night (which
means I either like you or I don't like you- in this case I liked him). He
was persistent in an endearing way so I gave him my number and we met
up later the next week.

About a month later he invited me to meet his parents. It was nice but
also a bit awkward. Jerky and I were still getting to know one another
so to do the family thing was weird. Still, I went with the flow. His
parents were lovely but still there was nothing earth-shattering about
our meeting. After a while things started to fizzle out and I could
sense he felt the same way. I called it off thinking he was on the
same page. Well, I guess his ego got a little dinged up because he
went straight into insult-mode. He blurted that he didn't want to stay
with me anyway because he couldn't justify dating a 'dancer'. Um,
ex-squeeze me?!

Needless to say, we went our separate ways.

I hadn't spoken to him for a few months when randomly I received a
phone call. His charm totally made me forget how dumb he was so I
agreed to see him again.

You see, Jerky's jerky to hot ratio was pretty impressive. For every
one jerky thing he said, he would do 10 hot things without saying a word 
such as sitstand, walk, check his phone, drive, buy lunch, smile, breathe,
 blink and even laugh. That's 11 things, y'all! Hey, I'm only human.

Then, came the fateful day that ended the most shallow relationship in
the world.

It was sunny, the weather was crisp and I was ready to have lunch with
my fake boyfriend. He pulled up, I hopped in and was reaching for my
seat-belt when the smell of rotten eggs hit me like a shot of mace.
Jerky had been car-farting all the way from his office to mine. My
life flashed before my burning eyes and I saw myself die a slow and
stinky death brought on by my own carelessness.

For the entire ride I did the Robert DeNiro: nostrils flared and
corners of my mouth turned down. I couldn't even hide my disgust.

Later that week I sent him a simple text that said, 'I'm not
interested in continuing this.' To which he replied, 'OK.'

Another one bites the dust.

And that concludes another inspiring relationship story. 


*names have been changed to protect privacy

And now for everyone's Robert DeNiro stanky face...

Monday, November 17, 2014

It's my fault

Last week was a hectic one, I spent most of it at a work conference and nights at long work dinners. My mom helped watch Dax & Mo and our nanny put in a lot of extra hours.  I was so excited to get home on Friday and have a normal, laid back, cozy night in with my guys.  That afternoon our nanny greeted me at the door as did a very guilty looking Dax; I was informed that he punched 2 kids in school, peed his pants twice and punched our nanny.  I didn't even know he knew how to punch.  I immediately had a sick, sinking feeling "this is my fault".   Too much work and partying Sarah means lunatic, punching and peeing Dax.

I love being a working mom, and I'm proud of all I can accomplish in a day, when weeks like this past one happen I'm so grateful for my wild little gut checks.  I didn't have those checks and balances before Dax and Mo.  Working late, happy hours, dinners out, they pile up quickly and before I knew it I was worn down and muffin toppin.  We spent the weekend playing, chatting, cooking and doing whatever Dax and Mo wanted to do.  Filling up their love cups as I like to say and so far he hasn't punched anyone.  

Dax waking me up in the morning....I was a bit hungover and tired and thought it would be a fun idea to let him dress himself.  
Which he did, awesomely.
And then next day I thought it would be fun to do it again...because I was too tired. 
This morning I woke up early and helped him get dressed, then took him to lunch after school.  Filling his lil love cup is my favorite thing to do.

This is definitely not a post about how wonderful of a mother I am, and I am 100% OK with that.  There will be more wild weeks, there will be more long nights, there will be more "just five more minutes" mornings.  I'm trying to be at peace with every situation that comes my way (even a left hook from a 3 year old) and when the gut check calls, to listen and respond.

More about the love cup here

Friday, November 14, 2014

Donovan Leo // 3 Months

Hi! It's me, Donovan! I'm 3 months old! Overall I'm a pretty happy baby unless I'm tired, hungry or in the car seat (Mommy says I turn into a devil baby). Other than that I looooove to smile, I love bath time and I sleep best when my mommy is holding me. I have a really cool older brother that loves to help feed me my bottle, but I really just prefer eating on my mommy. Overall life is great and I can tell that a whole lotta people love me! 

Love, bohoDonovanLeo

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Back To Work // My Maternity Leave in Photos

Well, my maternity leave is coming to an end. As you can imagine, I'm pretty sad about this. How could I not be? These past 12 weeks at home with both of my babies and the dogs have been so fulfilling for me. 
A good friend told me it would be harder to go back this time because of Driscoe's age and boy is she right! I've had so much fun with that almost-3-year-old. He is goofy and smart and wild and brave. He sings all day long, and makes me so proud to be his mommy. And as for his little brother, my heart has grown so much because of him. Kissing all over his fat little body brings me more joy than I thought imaginable for a person.
But alas, all good things must come to an end. Fortunately, I have a great group of people at work that make me laugh and will definitely help me through this transition. 
Life is changing once again. I just have to get my mind right and trust that I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. I have to trust in Him and His plan for me and my little family. So here's to the next chapter, and here are tons of pics from my maternity leave that I will cherish forever and ever. 

love, bohoBoolie