A years worth of iPhone photos, taken in the same spot at the same time every month. All saved under the IG hashtag #handhcalendar . I really adore this series and all that it captures; the change in my kids throughout the year, the love between them and our beautiful and full four seasons of weather. I am so glad I didn’t drop it or forget to keep it up, because I almost did many a times.
Have a fantastic weekend and a great holiday week, no matter which holiday you celebrate. I am planning to take it easy and take a wee break on the blog next week. I have really big plans to eat too much, relax, put my feet up, practice lot’s of yoga, have loads of facetime dates with far away friends and family and most importantly cuddle the crap outta my family. Wishing you all the happiest of holidays, wishing you all loads of love, happiness and some extra time to relax and recharge – talk soon! x
We really try to keep our holidays simple when it comes to gifts, and instead focus on the spirit of the season and just being together. But lets be honest, there is no way to keep shopping and spending totally out of the equation – and as much as I try to plan ahead to keep shopping down around this time, I am just naturally a late Christmas shopper.
For the past two weeks everyday has literally been an errand day for Harlow and I, we have a little more to get done this holiday season (you too?) and because things are much slooooowwwwer when you have a snow pants wearing kiddo in tow (one errand a day, takes literally all day). Today is our last day of errands and crazy running around, getting shite done. I tried to pack it in so that starting tomorrow our days would be free in clear, relatively. So this is me reminding myself to stop and take a breath and enjoy the season. Tomorrow instead of rushing off to the stores, we will get back into the cuteness that is practicing yoga together and just enjoying the slow holiday days ahead (also trying to play catch up to my messy neglected home and an over flowing to do list and inbox). Happy almost end of week, make sure you stop and take a breath for yourself today (and tomorrow).
*It totally looks like she’s pulling my hair, but I swear she’s not. Her little hands are in prayer and my hair is just whacking her in the face.
When there is big white fluffy snow on the ground, I actually love winter. I clench my chattering teeth into a smile and it feels okay to be freezing cold, when there is big fluffy snow flakes falling down. When it snows, winter is alright in my books – call me crazy, it’s okay I don’t mind. Over the weekend we had a bit of a snowstorm (I say a bit, because for the rest of Canada this amount of snow is sorta peanuts) it snowed for 24 hours straight and Sunday we woke up to a beautiful snow filled day. We bundled up, Chris and I of course never bundle ourselves quite warm enough – and hit the slopes, the sledding slopes. Obviously, by the rosey cheeks and smiles – it was a great day.
And now I am off to get all bundled up, and hit the shopping crowds – because Christmas shopping just isn’t Christmas shopping unless, it’s last minute and filled with crowds of angry impatient people (just smells like Christmas). You know what I mean?
*My hat: American Apparel – boots: Sorel, and so are Chris’ (his are a few years old, these would be the most similar) – because a few people have already asked.
I think I should have a PhD in not sleeping, or at the very least an honorary degree. I often feel like I am the title holder of the worst sleeper in history. I am good at a lot of things (a jack of all trades if you please), and also very bad at others – but sleeping, well sleeping is that one thing I am the worst at, in life. Like my tone deaf singing sounds like like an angel serenading someone compared to how badly I stink at sleeping. But I feel like it’s something I can’t actually complain about, since I feel in order to complain you need to place blame, have a reason or have a semi decent story to tell — my usual story “UGHHH I was up all night just thinking about not sleeping, and thinking some more” sounds so beyond lame, though true. When my kids were newborns, the never sleeping made sense – like I was already prepared and seasoned for it – and I suddenly had my reason. I’ve been trying to find ways to reduce my waking hours for like ever, I’ve found a few (and I’m always still searching) but maybe some of my tricks will help you. READ THE FULL POST
When I first starting going to yoga classes, I could feel the impact of a single class for a week. I went pretty casually, usually I just didn’t have time or couldn’t find the time or I didn’t have the money – once a week, once a month sometimes even less. Until this one class a couple years ago, everything just clicked and it sorta felt like home – just call me cliche. Maybe it was the right season in my life, the right moment, or it clicked when I needed it most? I don’t know. But since that class, I instantly changed from going to yoga once in a while, to needing to practice every single day. My “not having the time” excuses fell away (circumstances changed around the same time as my mindset, fancy that one) practicing became a must. All the reasons why I said I couldn’t go before, became the reasons why I needed to go – and the excuses became reminders.
Before, the effects of going to that single class once in a while were so dominate as opposed to now, I seem to feel the effects of not practicing so much more. Don’t get me wrong I still feel totally blissed out, calm, open, stronger and just (sighhh) better after each practice and it carries throughout my day. But since those amazing feelings come with the daily routine of a regular practice (like that is how I am supposed to feel everyday) I can really feel when they are absent. It’s a funny, how something that was once pretty foreign and even a bit scary to me has become such an integral part of my day – that I can literally feel it in everything I do when it’s not there. Sorta like that caffeine headache I get when I don’t have my coffee, but less painful and less loud – something is just missing (I don’t know how to explain it) and I can feel the void in everything I do. Do you every get that feeling about something? I often wish I hit that routine button ages ago!
If you are looking for tips or info on staring to practice yoga, practicing at home, etc – you can find some here.