It was the perfect day for him. My Dad is a man who lives for his family, and so my sister and I, our two hubby’s, the three little girls, and my Mom spent the day showering him with some ‘ol fashion love and adoration – we got him a shiny new BBQ for the occasion and the boys built… Read more →
Author: Morgan
Flashback Friday: My Bat Mitzvah, revisited.
Sixteen years ago today I became a woman. And then one year ago today I wrote one of my all time favorite blog posts about the experience. So I’m recycling it. [And unfortunately no, that’s not my picture. Consider it an I.O.U.] Mazel Tov, 13-year-old Me {originally posted 7.9.09} * * * It’s days like this that I think to… Read more →
Like Crack for Design Enthusiasts.
That is approximately 1/3 of the pile of crap I brought home from Dwell on Design to sort through and eventually, in some form or another, write about. The LA Convention Center is BIG (and NOT easy to navigate) and the eye candy was plentiful. Designers and creators were on hand to chat at almost every booth, and as an… Read more →
Take Me Away
How beautiful is this? Scott saw it a few weeks ago and has been trying to figure out what the hell it was so he could show me ever since. Yesterday we played hookey from life, and we finally managed to figure it out. It’s the St. Barts Collection from Restoration Hardware. French mid-century. Gorgeous. Stunning. Like a… Read more →
Dee’s Room – 6:30am
We’re into building forts now. It’s our new “thing.” Actually, what “we’re into” is seeing the sunrise. Every.freaking.day. From the hours of 7:30pm to 5:30am Dee is sleeping like a champ. But come 5:30? HELLO! GOOD MORNING! PUT A BOOBIE IN MY MOUTH, MAKE THAT CRAZY SHADE THING GO BOING! AND LET’S GET THIS PARTY STARTED, LADY! {The entire eastern… Read more →
I’m sorry but I have to talk about my iPad.
Scott got me an iPad for my birthday. I’ve been feeling really guilty about it because, well…let’s just say there’s not exactly a line for pricey frivolous peripherals on our family budget excel spreadsheet. But he did it anyway. And it is totally awesome. And I have to talk about it. So instead of feeling guilty and playing… Read more →
To the Rescue.
Ummm… I tried to pick the least offensive picture I could find to top this post so that you could understand how the {delicately named} Super Kegel is used. Because if I had led off with this image of what essentially appears to be a thigh master for your cooch ~ ~ I can only imagine where the mind might… Read more →
Retail Therapy
Yesterday I was feeling kind of blue. Just one of those days, you know? When life kind of catches up with you, and you feel like you’ll never get out from under your to-do list, and the sky is kind of gloomy, and your baby is cutting two teeth at once, and you just kind of wish you could be… Read more →
Twenty Nine Candles
June 2nd, 1981. Somewhere in the Valley… I spent a lot of time thinking about my Mom today – thinking about what she was doing 29 years ago at this time – something I did so recently, and yet something that already seems like a distant memory. Still, at 10:41 this morning, she called me, and recounted the morning… Read more →
Baby, I’d get lost in Shafter with you any day.
When we met, I was fifteen and he was fourteen and I thought he was the best looking boy I’d ever seen. I wore a lot of glitter and drank Mountain Dew. He wore a fedora, and smoked lucky strikes unfiltered. I never dreamed that a lifetime from then we’d have created a life, a family, a future together. Happy… Read more →