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
The Sweet & Simple Life
I try my best not to heavily influence my kids, since I know it happens regardless. I want them to choose their own favorite colors, cartoon character or even favorite clothing items, you get the drift. They still could really careless about what clothing they wear and are always ecstatic about what is laid out, I’m sure it’s probably just for now. I have to be totally honest though, I am really not a fan of the whole Disney princess thing (or barbies for that matter) for many reasons I won’t go into. But mostly because I myself am a tom boy and don’t full understand the allure. I know I know I probably (and did) like them when I was a kid, which is why even though I’m not a fan I try not to influence. If Harlow decides she’s a princess and only wants princessy stuff, then I will do it all with a smile on my face – because anything that makes her smile also makes me smile.
Recently she came up with this list, her “5 favorite girls” with no help from me might I add. 1.Princess Leia 2.Ariel 3.Fiona (from Shrek) 4.Mommy 5.Lakey Peterson (pro surfer).
Her list just put a huge smile on my face, because it’s close to a list I probably would have made as a little girl who had a bff brother too (but also, I would smile at any list she would have come up with because it would have come from her) . With no extra influence from me and probably a lot of natural influence from her brother – she’s a well rounded pink princessey, tom girl, tough girl (as she likes to call her self).
*What you thought those teeny tiny toddler sized bunny slippers were for Harlow?
Chris is in the middle of his busy season at work, he leaves too early for me to hit the yoga studio at my regular butt crack of dawn class (and comes home way past my old lady bedtime) – so I practice at home, till things settle back to normal-ish and I can get back into my studio routine. Like I said before here and here, yoga around kids is not the most focused, calming or strengthening (does that word even make sense?) way of practicing but it sure is cute and great in it’s own way (slash take what you can get). The kids really like to pose along, and many times I stop mid practice to watch them because usually I can’t stop love laughing (laughing cause they are so cute and then I get heart love pain). They are my favorite little copycatters, and I hope the keep copy catting me for a long long time (expect for my bad behaviors, look away kids!).
That last photo is one of my very very favorites, in life (this one is also near the top). A few weeks before I did an unassisted headstand for the very first time (ahh!) but asked my husband to spot me as I was a wee bit scared (my IG shows my proud peacock moment). I asked King to move a bit to the side since I didn’t want to hit him going up or down – he so sweetly told me he was making sure I was safe just like Daddy did. Melt my flipping heart, he is so my little King.
At first I wasn’t going to talk/blog about this. Because I thought it would be boring or give a not so pretty picture or maybe even sound preachy (and man I do not want to sound like any of those). Then for a while it’s all I could think about (I even avoided humans for a day, as I didn’t want to be that girl), but I documented things anyways. Then as I got near the end I sorta thought, “everyone should do a detox” (in the least preachy tone possible) – since I felt so amazing. Now that I’ve been finished for 3+ weeks and this simple detox that I started (with hopes that it might help ease my allergies), still has me feeling amazing and has actually changed the way I continue to eat. So I figured I better just share already, since it’s on the tip of my brain every time I come here. READ THE FULL POST
I get asked all the time about how to start doing yoga, or if I have any tips for doing yoga at home, or (maybe the most common) how I am able to practice yoga everyday. So I thought I would put together another post (I did one last year about hot yoga, filled with tips). I am not a teacher so my tips come from a fellow students, point of view. I kick my self in the face everyday (kidding, I wish I could raise my foot that high) for not “practicing” yoga regularly so much sooner. I say practicing, because I used to go to a yoga class every once in a while. Maybe every couple weeks or so, but I wasn’t practicing – I was just attending. And I didn’t actually know there was a difference until I became a full fledged got-to-have-my-daily-yoga-fix addict. So let’s start from the beginning (the attending), and hopefully I can share a few tips along the way. click to read more (it’s a long one)… READ THE FULL POST
The other day as I walked to yoga in the dark of the super early morning I had this huge breath of clear air, a moment where I realized I have hit this super sweet spot in life (an epiphany if you will). I have hit a personal groove, a perfect balanced happy point between family, work and me time.
Yoga really has been my saving grace, my self esteem booster, my time to myself, the calm start to my days, and the recipe for my physical health – and I could not be more thankful to my family for allowing me to practice as much and as often as I do (and for my husband for pushing me to start practicing again). Recently, I added running into my “me time” mix – 4 weeks down in the C25K app (two thumbs up for this app) and I can’t say I love (or really even like) running, yet (but I feel it should come soon, right!?).
Back to my walk to yoga the other day, in the butt crack of dawn. The same moment I felt like I had reached this moment of total happy wholeness in life. I also sorta began feeling guilty, guilty for taking time for myself, guilty for loving my work life, family life, friend life, and calming/fitness life (though obviously all the same life, they often feel separated by the different hats). At that moment my sweet spot, groove hitting was clouded over with feelings of mom guilt (you know the kind?).
And guilt for what really? For taking time to make myself happy, for keeping my mind sharp and my body healthy, for teaching my kids to work hard at what they enjoy and to work hard at staying fit, healthy and happy? Really as much as I knew it was so ridiculous of me to feel guilty, I am a born over analyzer so I couldn’t get my brain to turn off the guilt. Then this morning, when Harlow and I went on our run (after I cursed myself for running, and wheezed and heaved the entire time). I watched Harlow take “her turn running with the stroller”, seeing how proud she was to be like me and to do something that was “bery bery hard” set me into the proudest mom moment. Proud that the example I am setting by taking time for myself to go to yoga, and sometimes (maybe if I finally start to like it) go for a run, and do the whole working hard at work/blogging/freelancing thing cause I really really do love it – is a strong example for my kids to watch as they grow. And my mom guilt was washed away by proud and happy sweetness (plus sore muscles and sweaty exhaustion).
This post might have turned out to be a bit of a small reminder to myself, to stay on the course of whatever makes me most happy (without any sacrifice to my family, of course). Because a happier me, really does mean a happier family.
*also I would like to add that it is not just me setting the super example for these littles. My hard working husband who works his butt off (half figuratively and half literally) to provide for us, has also starting running again – we are full of super proud wife and kid moments on the daily.
Grateful, such a simple word but a powerful, one that seems to be constantly on my mind. Recently it is the word I use to start my day off; as I lay in Shavasana during yoga practice or as I cuddle my kids during a morning cartoons. I take a single moment to stop thinking about the day ahead and yesterday, and just think about what I am most grateful for. The first thought that comes to my head is the one I focus and sent intentions on for the full day. It helps to calm myself, and later when I hit a struggle (or toddler tantrums) I am brought back to that thought of gratitude.
I think I have always been a pretty grateful person, in the recent years (call it old age) I have realized the things I need for a happy life are right here in front of me – in my hands and in my heart. I am a simple person with simple tastes, the whole less is more trend is a great one and one I think I have been accidentally living my whole life. It wasn’t until recently that I realized a more important part of this simple/basic trend is feeling grateful. Finding out in your heart what makes you feel grateful everyday, and remove the excess clutter. Definitely a life long and age old goal, one that has crept into every aspect of my life – through the books I read, how I practice yoga, how I spend my time, and how I speak and interact with others.
I’m not going to post a long list of the things I’m grateful for, it’s actually pretty short and simple – because the big things, trickle down and make the small things happen.
I am most grateful for: My husband, the man who has helped me build our entire world, the amazing man who works 6 days a week 14+ hours a day to provide for us, and always keeps a smile on my face and an embarrassing laugh in my voice. My kids, who have taught me more about myself in the short time they have been here then anyone/thing else, who have taught me how to love pure and simply and shown me how to see the world thru simple non-jaded eye (grateful I get to be their Momma!). My family, for endless support, love, for shaping me into who I am (and for still shaping me), and for being equally awesome and crazy (the good kind). My friends, because even though we don’t share a blood line it does not mean we aren’t family.
This is my simple list (the top four of my list), as without these 4 things I would not have the perfect place to call home, a passion for the creative, a love for learning, a career path that is constantly growing and expanding, a smile on my face, love in my heart and food in my belly.
And since we are on the topic I really need to say how grateful I am for this little corner of the internet. A place that is mine to share freely about the things I love, to let some of my creativity lose, and a place where I have met so many amazing people (that I otherwise wouldn’t have had the chance to meet). A place that has helped me learn, grow, and focus on the things I truly feel passionate about and also the things that need improvements. I am ever so grateful for the amazing opportunities and financial help it has given me – in a time when our whole world got flipped arond and me going back to work wasn’t a possibility, this little blog became the place I both loved to come everyday and the thing that helped me contribute to our families bills. And for all those reasons I express my sincere gratitude, to you readers and my lovely sponsors.
So I know this post is filled with much more gooey cheese then you are used to from me, sometimes I just have to share what is heavy on my heart or brain – once in a while I have to play my serious card. With that being said, it’s your turn: What are you grateful for? Start a list, take the first thing that comes to your mind in that moment and focus on it – keep a running list of the things that make your world and there you have your less is more.
I have big plans, hopes, dreams and wishes for 2013 – it’s looking bright for this blog, me personally, my little family and humanity.
For my little family, my husband and I have been working really hard at being debt free – 2013 should come with lighter shoulders and brighter less financially burdened smiles (even just a little).
Personally, after 8 months of a constant and steady moksha practice I feel more confident, relaxed (and slightly more anxiety free), and healthy then I ever have before – I am excited to start a new year on such a high physical and mental note. I also have hopes about beginning to work towards big career dreams (dreams about dreams), dreams I have had since I was pretty much a teen – I’m not sure I will get to the dream in 2013 but I have hopes of finally starting the process.
For this here blog, I have big ideas for Heart and Habit (a notebook full of big ideas, actually) – I hope to introduce a few new series and dive even deeper into our simple and real style/lifestyle posts. Also on the blog note, we got word that WGSN (the world’s number one trend forecaster) named us one of The Top 10 Blogs for Kidswear Inspiration – see the whole diversely talented list here (such a great way for Heart & Habit to ring in the new year).
I also have big hopes and wishes for the world and humanity as a whole, 2013 has to be the year for change – 2012 is not leaving us full of hope, but it is only bright from here, it has to be.
The new year is looking bright, I actually can’t wait for the new – do you have big hopes and dreams for the new year?