New Years...what's your look?

Milk shots for the littles

Pretty bubbly for me

all of the above

sparkles and kicks are right up my alley

with a juicy dark lip

because its awesome

comfy is key, a shirt is good too

And if i was going out...this would be my ballgown

I love New Years Eve!  No matter if you are staying home or going out, it's a night to party.  This lil momma will be happily staying in and kissing lots of boys when the ball drops.  

Happy New Year everyone!!

Love,

bohoSarah

"We Wish You A Merry Christmas" sung by Dax and his class

We went Christmas caroling through the halls of Dax's school today, and if this rain and heat doesn't have you in the Christmas spirit, how about some 3 & 4 year olds singing "We Wish You A Merry Christmas"?  Enjoy!

Hand holding in the halls, please let him want to do this forever.

Warming up.

Love,
bohoSarah

Monday with Morris

Always chasing after his big brother.  

Finding time to keep up with this space over the holidays has proven to be pretty difficult for us 5 bohoGirls.  Personally, creativity and inspiration have not been coming easily to me.  As with most things, it ebbs and flows and when I force it it's kinda ugly.  But I was looking at pics on my phone over the weekend and couldn't stop smiling at my sweet Mo.  He has become a fan of hats and sunglasses, and is there anything cuter than a toddler accessorizing?  So maybe I'll start a Monday Morris post....he's pretty inspiring. 

xo,

bohoSarah 

A Quick Morning Laugh Courtesy of Twitter

You're welcome,

bohoBlack

Celebrate REPEAL DAY // Ode to Booze in Photos

This Friday, December 5th marks the 81st anniversary of

REPEAL DAY

"The thirteen years of Prohibition were a dark time for the United States, as the criminalization of alcohol led not only to a rise in civil delinquency and organized crime, but also to the loss of customs associated with the production, preparation and consumption of alcohol.   

December 5th marks the return to the rich traditions of craft fermentation and distillation, the legitimacy of the American bartender as a contributor to the culinary arts, and the responsible enjoyment of alcohol as a sacred social custom." -Museum of the American Cocktail

When I learned that our hot, bad-ass, sexy, amazing, smart and crafty bar director LAINEY COLLUM was throwing an event to celebrate REPEAL DAY, I thought I better highlight this woman and her bar program. And the booze. All the booze.

Join us for some Lainey-fied libations and a show from The Moonlight Dolls this Friday at Prohibition. Show starts at nine o'clock and drinks will be pouring til the wee hours.

Get your Repeal Day tickets HERE or just stop on by.

Photos Courtesy of WTHPhoto

SHE BAD!

Fast forward 81 years.....

Bartenders Jeremy, Jordan (head bartender) & Jonathan

They busted me

Home Sweet Home!

Come celebrate the freedom to celebrate!  

Love,

bohoGrace 

Prohibition
1008 Prairie Street
Houston, TX 77002 

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

//// 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.  

Xoxo,

bohoJC

Texas Monthly

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

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 sit, stand, 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. 

bohoGrace

*names have been changed to protect privacy

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