Stylin' On A Dime

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

When I was pregnant with Lucca, I jokingly asked my best friend if I would ever want to stop buying things for myself after he was born. I had heard that this was a thing, that this actually happened to people who liked to spend money on themselves. I wasn't convinced it could happen to me, because I'm pretty selfish, and I like things. Lots of things.

But alas, since Lucca was born I've loved every part of dressing him and buying him shit that he doesn't need. Seriously, the kid has 12 pairs of shoes and he can barely walk. But if they're cute, I'm buyin' it. 

Those who know me know that I hate anything cartoonish, "babyish", clothes with dumb sayings on them like "I'm a ladies man", etc. To each his own, but that's just not my thing. So it's not Lucca's thing, either. Instead, I like to dress him like a mini-person. A mini version of his Dad, who has pretty good style these days... 

But I will let you in on a little secret that's really no secret at all.
Lucca's got killer style. There's no doubt about that. But I don't spend big bucks to dress him that way. 95% of his clothes and shoes are from consignment stores. Yes, I used to turn my nose up at these places but when I realized how quickly this kid goes through clothes, it was so stupid to spend full price at BabyGap, H&M, etc..

Don't be stupid. I mean, if you have the money, great, spend it at full price. More power to ya. But honestly, the kid's going to wear it at most a dozen times. And then what? You'll be holding on to it for "the next one", and 3 years later that awesome Ralph Lauren sweater you bought is still in that closet. Because you had a girl. In the Summer.

Carve out some time to visit some consignment stores and hunt. Nothing is going to jump out at you so you have to look for it. I have specific things I look for that fit Lucca's style. Sometimes I hit the jackpot, other times it's just a bunch of crap. But, when you spend less than $30 for some great clothes that you know your kid is going to look sweet in, it's worth the search. 

I'm excited about the new threads I scored this week (after I dropped off some clothes to sell, and used a previous store credit to buy them) 

God, I'm so freakin' thrifty. Really, I don't know who I am anymore...

Old Navy Jacket- $4.99
Ralph Lauren Chambray Button-down Shirt: $5.99
Converse Hi-Tops: $7.99

Follow Lucca's style on Instagram.

Playing Hooky

Monday, November 24, 2014

Today, I’m going to play hooky. 

You’re entitled to a few of these types of days during the course of the year. You need a day to clear your head; to relax and recharge. 

Today is my day.

I don’t want to be needed. 
I don’t want to be asked for. 
I want to be invisible

I don’t want to answer questions, I don’t want to find things that are missing, I don’t want to touch a single dish. 

I want to lay in bed. All. Damn. Day. Door shut and no interruptions. I want to eat breakfast, lunch and dinner in that room. I don’t want to get in the car— it’s too cold for that, and I don’t want to fight with traffic.

I want to mindlessly pin art projects on Pinterest that I’ll never do. 
I want to put clothes and bags and shoes in an online shopping cart that I’ll never buy. 
I want to Google all the places I want to visit.
I want to buy a new book that I'll read 6 pages of over the course of a month.
I want to find a new series to binge-watch on Netflix.

24 hours. That's all I'm asking for. 24 hours out of 8,760 hours in a year. 24 hours to be alone

24 hours without beating myself up for not going to the gym.
24 hours without worrying about what to make for dinner.
24 hours without feeling guilty for not taking the dog for a walk. 
24 hours without holding my breath while the baby climbs on top of the table.

We need these days. I need these days. I won't always ask for them, because I'll feel guilty for asking. But I really need these days. "Gifting" these types of solitary days is the best thing you can do for a mom. If by mid-week, you notice I'm short-tempered, frazzled, frustrated, overwhelmed, tired... Tell me to "call out" tomorrow. Give me that time to myself, so I can be a better wife, mother, friend... PERSON.

24 hours with myself, to push the reset button and start all over the next day.

Trust me, the world will be a much happier place if every mom can just reset every once in awhile...

The Lolo Chronicles, New and Improved!

Friday, November 21, 2014

I'm so excited to re-launch The Lolo Chronicles today! It's been a long time coming, but I'm so happy to finally have a brand new site for you guys. 

I've had such wonderful support from family and friends with this brand new venture. I love to share my experiences of motherhood, but most of all, try to find humor in even the most ridiculously frustrating situations. From day one, I've learned that I'm not the only one who's sleep-deprived, eyeballs-deep in dishes and diapers, and always longing for a day of solitude and silence. 

The posts will be the same, but I've also added a new page to the site called "Letters to Lucca". This is a project I've wanted to do for a long time, but have just recently got myself together to start. On this page, you will see my own personal letters to my son that I hope one day to share with him. This is to document those in-between moments that I don't ever want to forget. The kind of moments you can't capture on an iPhone. It's mostly therapeutic for me, and after all the tears and frustrations reminds me of what's truly important--and that's being a mom to a little boy and loving him to the moon and back.

Enough with the sappiness though--I hope you like the new site and you continue to share with friends and family! And CHEERS, it's Friday!

The Hangover

Monday, November 10, 2014

Do you know what’s worse than being hungover?
Being hungover with a kid.
This past weekend I was reminded that I am no longer 22, can’t binge drink for one night and expect to be a fully functional human the next day. Oh hellll no.
Greg and I had a great night out with friends on Saturday. We knew we’d be taking full advantage of the evening by planning on getting a cab back (and not fight over who would be DD) and had Mags (my mom) babysit. 
What we didn’t know is that instead we would crash at the party, not come home until 11 a.m. the next day, and we’d be the cast from The Walking Dead all day on Sunday. We’re awesome parents. 
All I can say is I’ve definitely had my “going out” fix and I think I’m good for at least 2 months while I continue to recover. After Mags left us on Sunday, we had to endure lots of toy-throwing, face-smacking, super loud beepy, musical and annoying things to increase our hangover headaches. Boy was I glad when bedtime rolled around. Lucca was in bed by 7:30. I was down for the count by 8:30. Done and done.
It’s definitely difficult to balance the “I’m still young and want to go out with my friends” with having a baby. You don’t want your friends to desert you all together just because you have a babe, so you plan and plan and plan to make sure you can spend time with them. And if those plans involve a good ol’ college game of flip cup, well, you better be damn sure you have a babysitter for the next 24 hours. 

We survived yesterday but now I’m dragging through this Monday still trying to go back to my “normal” self. There’s an award for this, right? The “I survived a hangover with a baby" award? If not, there should be. 

I'm Totally Like That

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

I never thought I’d be the mom who cried her eyes out when their baby had their first haircut. In fact, I’m pretty sure the exact words I said in a conversation with a fellow mama were, “No, I’m totally not like that.”
Yep, I’m totally like that.
After everyone kept asking if we were getting Lucca a haircut, and his hair did kind of resemble a bit of a side-swept mullet, I finally made a plan to take him for his first cut. Huge mistake. 
It’s not that I was crying over this “milestone”, but because this chick totally jacked up my son’s hair. “Just a trim” apparently translated to “I’m going to chop off two inches from the front, and take out a chunk on the side.”
I get it, cutting a one-year-old’s hair can’t be the easiest thing in the world—they are swatting at your scissors, moving their little heads back and forth, all while the mom is watching every snip. I held my breath the whole time. She was really sweet, and Lucca was actually very good, so I didn’t have the heart to totally chew her out for ruining my son’s impeccable head of hair. I just smiled through my teeth, took the “first haircut certificate” from her, and complained about it for the rest of the day. Lots of curse words. And tears. And verbally committing to putting hats on him everyday (because I don’t want people thinking how the hell could I do that to him?) and a vow to never cut his hair again.
So there. I’m like that. I cried over a freaking haircut.

Don’t say you wouldn’t either…

"Her Juggle" story featured on Breadwinning Mamma

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Happy Monday!
Head on over to Breadwinning Mama to see me featured on today’s “Her Juggle” series! It’s a great series spotlighting working mamas of all types of careers with kids of all ages. 
Check out our story here.
I love Breadwinning Mama and I’m so thankful for this opportunity to try and reach out to other mamas going through the same challenges we face in our house. 
Especially today— where it’s 5 a.m. and everyone in the house is awake and wanting something. Seriously, Daylight Savings, you suck. You suck for all parents everywhere.

Hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to work in my dungeon basement I go.. 

Halloween Recap

Saturday, November 1, 2014

This past weekend was one of those times I wished I could just blink my eyes and freeze time. I swear, the week drags along as we go through our daily routines and once the weekend is here it’s over as soon as it began.

Of course the excitement of Halloween made this weekend something to really look forward to. This was our first year of truly participating in the Halloween thing in our neighborhood, and I have to say, even though Lucca couldn’t officially trick-or-treat yet, it was just as fun dressing him up and handing out candy. We took him around the block in the wagon, came back and posted up in our driveway as all of our neighbors do. Cocktails in hand, we passed out candy and still (unfortunately) had candy left over.

The highlight of the night (or the absolute low, depending on how you look at it) is when a group of middle-school aged girls stopped by and one of the girls dressed as some kind of girly princess thing with full-on makeup says to me, “Ohh I love your lipstick!”. I was at least 3 solo-cups in of red wine, I smiled and said thank you and waited until they were at the end of the block before I  busted out laughing.
Was this girl seriously complimenting my shade of Malbec? But then— I instantly had an anxiety attack thinking this chick was making fun of me. Greg and I were seriously in tears laughing about it. He was trying to reassure me that
a.) she probably really did like my lip color
b.) she might have been really clever and knew it was wine
c.) if she was making fun of me they would have all busted out laughing.
Still, I felt old and only wanted to drink more after that. And I did. And ate about 12 Twix bars. Sprinkled with a few Snickers bars, some Kit Kats, basically anything with chocolate as an ingredient.  Let me just say that it’s not as cool to eat so much candy your stomach hurts. I had an incredible Halloween hangover the following day..

And now, back to reality. Someone please get all this damn candy out of my house...