“I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train.”
-Oscar Wilde

And we’re back! With cornmazing adventures!
Well, hello there. Sorry, I have been "out of the office" for three months. I switched my blog from Squarespace to Wordpress, and, in the process, got out of the habit of writing. I've also been analyzing and overthinking mom-blogging in general. I love it, and I love...
Baby’s first trip to the city
It’s officially summer, and my biggest struggle of the day is whether to dress Florence in warm clothes that protect her from the sun or sleeveless sun dresses and rompers. Naturally, I do the latter, and silently beg the sun to be sweet to her skin as we go from place to place (don’t worry, dear pediatrician, it’s not like she’s sunbathing).
So, I want to move to Charleston.
HOW do mom bloggers do it? How do the find the time to be a mom and then write about it? Well, I’m learning, and I think it’s just taking any little moment to open the laptop and write when the baby is chill. Currently, my baby is sitting beside me on the floor, propped-up in her Boppy pillow and chewing on a baby rosary. Wow.
Half of my heart is in Savannah, ooh-na-na.
We took a colicky nine-week old on a road-trip from DC to Fort Lauderdale. Crazy? Probably. But we made it work. Basically we planned driving times around her naps, and when she wasn’t sleeping, we would pray she’d stay content looking around.
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I Love You Like A Tourist Loves Cherry Blossoms
On Friday, we braved the DC traffic and took our little family to see the Cherry Blossoms. The weather was perfect (my first time wearing shorts all year! Woohoo!), which was a gift since this April is taking it’s reputation of “April showers” way too literally.

Bagels, Ben and Jerry’s, and Where Snow Globes Get Their Inspiration
Myers Bagels in Burlington. Whatttttt. Ooooooh, oooh. heaven is a place on earth. We followed the gazillion positive reviews online, and ended up at this small bakery on a snowy Burlington morning. I had good vibes when I called ahead and asked if they made gluten-free bagels.”We don’t have any now, but when will you be here? We’ll make you one.” Music to the preggo’s ears.

A Morning in Burlington with My Love
Time flies when you’re having a bun in the oven. Actually, that’s not true at all. This pregnancy seems to drip like molasses. I digress. What I mean is that I’ve been married to Stan for a year now, and though I can’t help but celebrate him being mine like everyday, we both figured a trip would be a satisfactory way to mark one year together.
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Baby Bump Gets All Dressed-Up
One of the perks of living as a photographer’s wife are the random gigs he gets… that I invite myself to. So, when Stan was asked to shoot for a gala to support equestrian therapy, I had to go. As you can see, this was a couple weeks ago, when I could still fit into non-preggers clothes.

Our Little Trip to the Sunshine State
My last post was about Costa Rica, and I went on about how fun it was. But I didn’t tell you about the last leg – our flight home. Stan and I must be horrible people, because our return flight was with Spirit Air (I don’t believe in Karma, but I couldn’t help but ask, “why me? Why was I on the low-budget, charge you for a water airline that has a twitter account dedicated to how horrible it is.

Costa Rica, Cause Why Not?
I’ve had these pictures uploaded in a draft for weeks now. Whoops.
But here I am – back and typing away from a bakery in Carmel, Indiana. And yes, I can’t eat wheat, so most bakeries are thoroughly offensive and like a hallucination of water in the desert. But coffee. So there.
We went to Costa Rica, because Stan had a photo gig with Athletes Without Borders. Since these newlyweds still can’t spend more than a number of hours without the other, I trailed along.

This Side of San Diego
Sweet Stan has listened to me sing San Diego’s praises far too many times. Last month, we finally flew down to the very southwest tip of our country and explored the city – that I used to live in – like we were tourists. We went to the Zoo and watched polar bears swim. We went to Coronado Island and laid out on the bright, clean sand, sat on the deck at the Hotel Del Coronado, and drank local IPA’s. We found sand dollars along La Jolla shores and went to Escondido to visit friends. We tried new restaurants and drank Birdrock coffee. But one of our favorite touristing adventure was Cabrillo.

A Date at the National Gallery of Art
One of the perks of living in the DC area is that a rad dates are pretty attainable. Take a date at the National Gallery of Art, for example. It’s not everyday that you can see Claude Monet’s “Japanese Footbridge” or one of Rodin’s “Thinkers” (seriously, how many of those are there? Don’t you feel like they’re at every big art museum?)

Mexico and Mini-Honeymoon Moments
The weather this winter is not bad. The sun’s been strong and pushing to give us something in the 50’s nearly everyday. This makes me feel a little less guilty about sharing pictures from our Mexican honeymoon. And while I miss the hot sun, wearing shorts and a t-shirt, and the private beach, what I really miss is being present.

And we’re back! With cornmazing adventures!
Well, hello there. Sorry, I have been "out of the office" for three months. I switched my blog from Squarespace to Wordpress, and, in the process, got out of the habit of writing. I've also been analyzing and overthinking mom-blogging in general. I love it, and I love...

Baby’s first trip to the city
It’s officially summer, and my biggest struggle of the day is whether to dress Florence in warm clothes that protect her from the sun or sleeveless sun dresses and rompers. Naturally, I do the latter, and silently beg the sun to be sweet to her skin as we go from place to place (don’t worry, dear pediatrician, it’s not like she’s sunbathing).
-1080x675.jpg)
So, I want to move to Charleston.
HOW do mom bloggers do it? How do the find the time to be a mom and then write about it? Well, I’m learning, and I think it’s just taking any little moment to open the laptop and write when the baby is chill. Currently, my baby is sitting beside me on the floor, propped-up in her Boppy pillow and chewing on a baby rosary. Wow.
-1080x675.jpg)
Half of my heart is in Savannah, ooh-na-na.
We took a colicky nine-week old on a road-trip from DC to Fort Lauderdale. Crazy? Probably. But we made it work. Basically we planned driving times around her naps, and when she wasn’t sleeping, we would pray she’d stay content looking around.
-1080x675.jpg)
I Love You Like A Tourist Loves Cherry Blossoms
On Friday, we braved the DC traffic and took our little family to see the Cherry Blossoms. The weather was perfect (my first time wearing shorts all year! Woohoo!), which was a gift since this April is taking it’s reputation of “April showers” way too literally.

Bagels, Ben and Jerry’s, and Where Snow Globes Get Their Inspiration
Myers Bagels in Burlington. Whatttttt. Ooooooh, oooh. heaven is a place on earth. We followed the gazillion positive reviews online, and ended up at this small bakery on a snowy Burlington morning. I had good vibes when I called ahead and asked if they made gluten-free bagels.”We don’t have any now, but when will you be here? We’ll make you one.” Music to the preggo’s ears.

A Morning in Burlington with My Love
Time flies when you’re having a bun in the oven. Actually, that’s not true at all. This pregnancy seems to drip like molasses. I digress. What I mean is that I’ve been married to Stan for a year now, and though I can’t help but celebrate him being mine like everyday, we both figured a trip would be a satisfactory way to mark one year together.
.jpg)
Baby Bump Gets All Dressed-Up
One of the perks of living as a photographer’s wife are the random gigs he gets… that I invite myself to. So, when Stan was asked to shoot for a gala to support equestrian therapy, I had to go. As you can see, this was a couple weeks ago, when I could still fit into non-preggers clothes.

Our Little Trip to the Sunshine State
My last post was about Costa Rica, and I went on about how fun it was. But I didn’t tell you about the last leg – our flight home. Stan and I must be horrible people, because our return flight was with Spirit Air (I don’t believe in Karma, but I couldn’t help but ask, “why me? Why was I on the low-budget, charge you for a water airline that has a twitter account dedicated to how horrible it is.

Costa Rica, Cause Why Not?
I’ve had these pictures uploaded in a draft for weeks now. Whoops.
But here I am – back and typing away from a bakery in Carmel, Indiana. And yes, I can’t eat wheat, so most bakeries are thoroughly offensive and like a hallucination of water in the desert. But coffee. So there.
We went to Costa Rica, because Stan had a photo gig with Athletes Without Borders. Since these newlyweds still can’t spend more than a number of hours without the other, I trailed along.
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