Happy First Birthday, Leo Lucious!

Leo, how are you almost one year old already? I can remember the piercingly cold day you were born. We had just put our Christmas lights up and I stared at them as I slowly walked down the stairs, breathing through the contractions. The air was biting, it almost hurt when I breathed in, but I knew what I needed to do. I’ll always remind you of how I was 8cm when we got to the hospital, how your little shoulder got caught, and how you came out sunny side up which resulted in some MAJOR back labor, but through it all I felt so connected to you. I trusted you and you trusted me. I knew we would work together as a team.

Some of my favorite days with you are the ones where we snuggle for extra moments in bed together, when you rest your head on my chest at 6am on the couch. You are such an early bird, but I wouldn’t have it any other way! You are the reason why I look forward to each day. Now that you’re one, you are so, so busy! You love to chase the dog around the house, you love to dance to the music in “Moana”, and you love having dinner with Mama and Dada. Your favorite foods are Cheerios, Grilled Cheese, Pancakes, Waffles, Prunes, Apples, Pears, and Beans! But, I still think you love booby the best. 🙂

You love watching “Baby Einstein” with Grandma Gallo in the mornings. You love playing on the floor with Dada after dinner, and playing with your friends Dominic, Gia, Richard, and Rowan. You love toys, and all things musical, but you’d be happy with a tennis ball to roll back and forth. When I’m working at home, you pull on my sleeves to get my attention and it works 100% of the time.

You’re pulling up, crawling, talking, and trying so hard to stand. It won’t be long now! Weighing in at approximately 20lbs and over 30 inches long, that vegetarian diet is doing good by you (and mama, too–I’m gonna raise a little hippie as long as possible). You can clap, point, and you always smile when we say your name.

Happy first birthday, Leo Lucius! Dada and I love you more than you’ll ever know. I cannot wait to see what’s in store for you during this next year and beyond. I love you Bumble Baby

What I’d Tell Myself as a New Mom

No one really talks about that, do they? When you feel isolated in your own home and despite being head over heels in love with your new baby you feel like you lost a little part of yourself, too. Now that I’m coming up on Leo’s first birthday (cue the ugly crying), I’ve been reflecting back on the past year a lot, especially since some of my friends are joining the mom club. In short, it’s the world’s best sorority with the cruelest, most grueling hazing you’ve ever experienced. When you have no idea what you’re doing, and a little person who depends on you also has no idea what they’re doing things can get overwhelming quickly. I still put a lot of pressure on myself to “do it all,” but here’s what I’d tell myself a year ago with what I know now:

  • Get off the damn couch (for sleeping that is!). No one should be sleeping sitting up.
  • Get in bed. With your baby. Cribs are stupid and overrated.
  • Spend the money on the nursing bras. You’ll be happy you did!
  • Put that baby on the boob and let everyone else wait on you.
  • Stop with the schedules! When baby needs to eat, they need to eat!
  • Everyone will give you advice. Accept it graciously and then do what you want.
  • Stop trying to cook dinner until they are at least 6 months old and can sit in a high chair.
  • Cleaning? Cool. Ok.
  • Pajamas are pants for the fourth trimester.
  • Anything you or your husband/baby daddy/partner say to each other between the hours of 2-4am does not count.

I’m probably forgetting a few things, but the most important thing I’d tell new Mom me is to do what feels right for your family regardless of what anyone says. If everyone is safe, happy, fed, and loved tell the haters where they can go.

Surprised? I am, too!

If you’ve followed me here from Curls.nu, then you know I was having some major blog issues lately. I love blogging and I love talking about all things lifestyle, but something was missing. It was turning into work, lacked a common brand, and I just wanted something that had a real name. If you know me well, you know I am a yoga loving vegetarian mama who just wants to find more ways to live compassionately. I’m still into makeup, skincare, and beauty as much as any other #bblogger out there, but I missed being stuck in the niche. I needed room to expand, and I needed to feel like this wasn’t WORK! I work enough as it is between teaching, momming, and wifing. I needed this to be a break. So without further ado, welcome to what is going to be the artist formerly known as Curls (heh). To start kick it off? I’ll announce the winner from my Curls.nu giveaway (the last post from my former blog). I did not forget about you!

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So this blog is going to be for those of you who want a more authentic, useful discussion about mom life, plant based living, essential oils, crazy yoga poses, recipes, reflections, and shopping lists. Are you ready? Because I KNOW I am!