Saturday, March 30, 2013

Spring Beginnings

Longer days. New sunburns, closets cleared (or clearing), plants rooting, projects shaping, the wind shifting just enough to signal it's "next" season . . . .  flowers blooming.
And the children sprouting taller every day, right before our eyes.

These past couple of weeks have been especially chaotic. Filled to the brim with family, friends, playdates, and a two week break from our regular school routine. We made it down to the beach with Denise and the girls this past Thursday, for a quick visit my niece and a cute little shop I'll be sharing here soon -- we also managed to befriend some birds, bury some boys, collect some shells, and drop by the wetlands just before the sun dipped and the temperature dropped too cool for comfort.

The start of spring is off to a good start.

Y.A.M.W // the outtakes

Week 11 // A happy boy and a pretty wall. On our way to pick his brother up from preschool. 12pm, on a Tuesday. 

* and brand new 'muno' who has since gone missing. 

Sunday, March 24, 2013

Scenes From a Weekend // Carmel Beach

I'm late to post this, and worn out from the week, but I wanted to share some pieces of our quick trip up north last weekend to celebrate my best friend's family wine opening their first official tasting room in Carmel, Ca.

- Sushi dinner dates, an adorable hotel, a visit to the Blair family ranch, a long drive along the coast, and Lord of the Rings with popcorn in our hotel beds.

The boys (and girls) had a pretty great time.

Please check out the Homestead Inn if you're staying in Carmel. It's one of Clint Eastwood's hotels and it's really cute, and decently priced. Also, Blair Estate wine if you're passing through.

Monday, March 18, 2013

Speaking of Cocktails . . .

I know, no one said anything about a cocktail. But I somehow overlooked the post in which I wanted to share my friend Anne's recent guest spot over at Unruly Things, showing all it takes to recreate her infamous Bloody Mary recipe. (If you follow Anne Parker on Instagram, you bare witness to her passion for this drink)

I've been dying to test it out myself. Maybe some practice before Easter is in order, to be fully brunch ready?

Info // Ingredients HERE.

Back Home

After a swift trip up north. Along the coast with two boys, a best friend, and the opening of her family's wine tasting room solely on our agenda.

The best part about these quick vacations, squeezed into a two day weekend, is that they leave you deliriously inspired. Always hungry for more. "This place is UNREAL. I could live here." Is how you feel for the first two days anywhere outside of your hometown. It's like stepping into a dreamy existence in that you check into darling hotels, eat sushi at 10pm, stop to pet the horses,  and walk along cobble stones streets at noon.

And then you're home. And yet strangely happy to be so.
Except for the unpacking.
And the laundry.

* Pictures of our coastal drive tomorrow. For now, trying to make the most of this dreary foggy Monday, with a heavy list of "things to do" sitting on my lap.


Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Week Nine //

Because it's so incredibly hard to get him to stay still long enough to take his picture these days. The ones I have , he is on the go, riding a skateboard, running away, moving faster all the time

Because his face looks exactly, and perfectly "seven" with his warm colored cheeks and smattering of freckles along his nose. His hair the way I like it best. In his nicest flannel, thrifted by a friend of mine who knew, stumbling upon it, that it would suit him well.

Because he looks so handsome, and suddenly grown. Because you can make out the shadows of a man behind those soft dark eyes.


Week nine, I think, is one of my favorites yet. I love the fact that each of us, not knowing what the other is submitting , sometimes follow along the same tones, mood, or angling in the photos we pick weekly. This week, in particular, seems more in sync than ever. Can you see the similarities?

Also, if you have the time, HERE is the best write up of our project to date on Design For Minikind.  The article really captures the core reasons behind You Are My Wild, and why it feels so special to us all. Even those on the outside looking in. For the simple fact that time flies. Kids grow. In the blink of an eye. And these photos are all freeze frame snapshots as it's happening. Another neat neat fact is that I've come to love and care for each child, and all the families in involved. The 13 other members are some of the funniest,  brightest, most inspiring and endlessly creative creative folks I know. Which makes me feel so fortunate to be on this ride alongside them.

Lastly, one of my all time favorite bloggers, Ryan Marshall -  fellow Wild contributor and formerly the man behind Pacing The Panic Room (one of the very first blogs I fell in in love with a few years back when I started reading them regularly, because if how open and honest and well written it was) - Is hosting a dream workshop in the green hills of Vermont this summer. A few days in the countryside learning the inns &outs of proper videography. How to tell a story through video. I can only imagine just how magical it will be. If you think you might be interested, or just want to dream about it: all info can be found HERE. Please check it out.

Thanks for stopping by.
Happy Tuesday!

Monday, March 11, 2013

Scenes From a Weekend // A Mash up

A storm, the flue, friday night dinner at mom's, a 'new' car, a birthday party, a movie, an egg hunt, a late night garage paint job, an early morning flea market, a cold, a headache, teepees, coffee, a time change, a long nap, a first drive and a short fire.

(Our weekend, in a nutshell)

It was long. Exceptionally long. And exhausting. We were everywhere and managed so many things in spite of this cold finally getting the best of me. The egg hunt was lots of fun. So was the flea market. The Bronco's first drive, however, takes the cake. We took the boys and some friends wheeling around the hills down the road from our house Sunday evening just before the sun went down, got stuck in a small ditch, ran out of gas and then watched the engine catch fire when Mike poured some gas to, well, I don't have a clue as to why, but we saw that bright orange flame come up and everybody jumped in panic. Shirts came off in a frenzy to try & snuff out the flame. Water bottles stashed in my car eventually put it out but Leon might be permanently scarred. Poor kid.

Apparently it was something "minor" Mike claims. But Leon isn't buying it. He isn't the least bit forgiving and wants that car gone sooner than later. I'm right there with him. Broncos are fun. But Land Rovers, Land Rovers are forever.

Friday, March 8, 2013

So Long

Little Orange Bus.

One year in our lives and you made us so happy.

One year we will remember:
picking you up in the middle of the desert, at that beautiful little home with all the wild cacti and mid century appeal, the long windy drive home following behind as you wobbled to and fro along that narrow highway. The trip to the mountains when it rained and the fog hung low, parked for a weekend by the riverbed where we watched Whitney and Eric say I do. The Sunday morning trips to the bagel shop and the endless afternoons spent climbing in and around those old tattered seats, hauling all the neighbors to the pool in summer, eating peanut butter sandwiches in your tiny kitchen nook in our drive-way because it was always so much more fun than the kitchen table.

Our drive-way looks sad and empty without you there. But the boy who towed you away looked like he might appreciate a new life inside your rusted cabin. A first time driver who will idealize you forever.

For now, we anxiously await the next addition. What he rolls back home to replace you with is a mystery, and part of the fun as we've come to know. And all the new adventures that await, all the good times you quirky old mobiles bring.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Backstory // Y.A.M.W

Week Eight // This week was a tough one for me. I had a hard time choosing because I just didn't feel especially partial to one photo in particular. Except, maybe, what came from this series.

Stumbling past the two of them in their sunlit bedroom wearing pajamas at noon. Big brother directing little brother in his jumbo block tower construction. Finger sharply pointed at where each and every piece belonged. How high, how long. How many. Rex dutifully following each of his brother's concise instructions. A scene that stunned me immediately because of how rare that kind of harmony happens in that bright corner of their little world. For ten, maybe fifteen minutes I watched them, half hidden behind the door thinking that that 16 month age difference felt suddenly less trying than it ever had before. If only because it meant they could share the same vision, in the same space, with the same intensity and be so happy with one another while doing so.

When the tower was complete. Leon breathed a little sigh of satisfaction. They both stood back a bit staring at the finished product, admiring the team effort that went into that little dream city of theirs. And then, without head or warning, little brother (in typical little brother fashion) threw a quick karate chop to the center of the tower and it all fell to pieces in a heap at Leon's feet.

The scene from there was all too familiar. Leon in hysterics, running down the hall to inform someone of the injustice. Rex, undeniably proud, uttering something about a power ranger, still in awe at the extent of his demolition scattered around the room.

And that photo, with the two of them, two very different boys, with two consistently different agendas working the best they know how to build something together, as a team. Even if they didn't see eye to eye on when or how the end result should play out...

Entire Week Here