Baby Blairs birthday cake gifted to her by her auntie 🙂
As I have gotten older I’ve hated my birthday. They used to be constant reminders of the things that I had not yet accomplished, and a reminder that time is passing. Since having children, this has all changed for me. Don’t get me wrong, they still remind me that time is passing, but its a sweet reminder. Now I get to plan birthdays for my little ones and they have such a good time on their day. I think that everyone for the most part enjoys being celebrated, but kids especially love it when there is a day completely dedicated to them.
Baby girl with her auntie preparing to hit the piñata
We put this party together super last minute and I’m so glad we did. Initially I wanted to do something super elaborate- like what you see on pinterest. Don’t get me wrong, there are some very creative and cute things on there and sometimes its overwhelming. Those pictures sometimes make me feel like my party isn’t good enough. I’ve gotten over that. Now I make it about the kids and what they enjoy instead of caring about what other people think about it. We did it and everyone including the kids had a good time. They were so cute taking turns on the slide and throwing the balls (they were soft) at each other.
kids play area
kids destroying my living room
I love how simple kids are. It’s always a reminder for me to chill and stop worrying about all the things I can’t control and to live in the moment because it goes fast.
Picture I took at a stop off in Cambria, California
“You reap what you sow.”
I want to believe that age brings more than just wrinkles and body aches. As I turn 35 I begin to wonder what else life has in store for me. Looking at the history of when I started writing on WordPress- apparently 7 years ago (gasp!), I look back at my first portion of my life. I think of all the mistakes, all the laughter, the happiness and the trials. My only regret is not documenting more of it in photos and in writing.
As I enter the second portion of my life (35-65), I am excited to see what life has in store. I now have 3 children who are happy vibrant and exhausting, but give me the most joy I have ever experienced. There is not enough information out there to tell you that being a mom rocks- mostly because it is as scary as it is fun. As a person, you will be tested in the oddest ways possible- from whether your child should be on Youtube, getting unsolicited advice that is mostly insulting to you as a mom down to how to function within a relationship when you are exhausted.
Photo of my little tribe in front of a pizza shop at Paso Robles, California
There is something freeing about getting older that I am not quite accustomed to. Being unbothered. As a teenager, I remember being so – because I didn’t want my friends or their friends to think that I was a weirdo. Now, I could care less. It is such a freeing feeling. To be yourself despite the opinions or feelings of others. To be able to quit a job that holds you back and to give yourself time to find what you truly want to do.
It hit me finally that you only have one life. Just one. I never thought of life in these terms because I didn’t have to. Now that I have kids, I think of what I will be able to teach them so that they can avoid the mistakes that I made and I think of all the memories that we will create together so that they have them to fall back on when the going gets tough. I think of making their life easier so that they are happy and content which in turn will make me happy.
Anyhow, from now on, I will document as much as I can so that I have something to look back on when I become forgetful which has already started to happen. Also just so that when I ask myself “Where did the time go?” I will know exactly where it went. I hope you all have a beautiful day and enjoy today to the fullest.
XO ~ Liset
To me, the 4th of July always means work… It’s a holiday and if you work retail, you can rest assured that you will be at work. Which brings on the question…why work at a place the you’re not happy. Is it normal to always hate your job?
Adults- older people than myself- always say that if you do something you love, you’ll never work a day in your life. I’ve always worked retail and although it has its perks- I sometimes wonder how different things would be if I worked if I was already in my career and really enjoying my job…well here’s to figuring that out!
I saw this photo and quote and… Maybe she’s right. Or maybe that’s how you feel when you’ve found your calling. Here’s to everyone still figuring their life out!
“Nothing in life is easy” said every parent alive right now.
If you’ve ever taken a 7 hour exam, then you can relate to the brain fart that is the 48 hours after the exam. After stopping your life to prepare for said exam, and stressing yourself for months on end, your brain just kind of stops. What exam am I talking about you may ask? The First year law students exam.
Law school is one of those animals that has many routes. As for me, I have taken the part-time, on-line DIY type of learning. The only caveat is that you must prove to the state that you have learned first year topics as the students that have gone to an ABA school- this means American Bar Association approved school. So $700 dollars and 7 hours later, you must wait about 2 months before your results come in the mail…arghhhh!
Anyhow, enough of my complaining. I’m happy that we have the option to pursue higher learning once family life and/or work begins. To anyone else that is pursuing higher learning, you rock. Like you rock so hard, that if I knew you i’d buy you coffee and a cupcake. This shit is hard. Really hard. Especially when the kids want your attention or want to play…or everyone else is hanging out and having fun without you. You keep telling yourself that it will be worth it in the end but it really doesn’t feel that way all the time.
If you are on a similar path like I am…keep going. As hard as it is there is life after school. And hopefully the kids won’t remember- or they will remember and they will be happy that their parents want to be better.
I know women probably suffer from this after having a baby…and that is losing your hair… A lot of it. Postpartum alopecia was something I had never heard of until it happened to me. I lost some with my first baby and even more with my second. Here’s a picture a few months after her birth:
missing my hair
It’s worse than it looks and oddly enough my little girl and I are missing hair up front! It’s a small issue I know but it bugs me. I work in front of people all day long so you can imagine the difficulty in hiding this – so far all I wear are headbands and I’m waiting for it to get longer for bangs…anyhow that is all I have for now!
My hair is finally at the point where it is blending in with the rest of my hair (joy!). I’m getting so close to being able to cut bangs… Just counting down the time!
My only concern now is all the gray hair that is starting to pop up. It’s even more noticeable now that I no longer dye my hair. I hate that gray hair is noticeably coarser than regular hair. Blah. At least the bags will come soon…until next time!
As a youngster, when I was asked “What do you want to be when you grow up?” I always thought: Lawyer. Even now in my adult life, this is still the career I want to pursue. And now there are a few different ways to go about doing it. You can attend school either physically or on-line. I have done both so far, and let me tell you neither is easy. In fact, I find that attending school on line is much more difficult than attending school with physical students. At this point in my life, I have often felt like giving up. I am over 30 and I have kids and pets and a house that somehow always remains in a messy state. But the road I have chosen to pursue my goal is a rough and lonely one. I chose to go to school on line and now have realized that I need to put on three pairs of big girl panties to finish this goal. Giving up is not an option- especially the lofty debt attending any type of schooling puts you in.
Today I decided to postpone taking the baby bar exam. I missed it the first time around due to scheduling, but this time there is so much going on, that I feel like for my sanity and for the sake of giving the exam all i’ve got, I should wait. Even though deep down it isn’t what I want to do, I feel that I need to wait. I go back to work in two weeks from maternity leave and as soon as I go back, my husband goes to training for a couple of months for a new job. I suppose sometimes, you really have to cut yourself some slack and look at the bigger picture and realize putting things off isn’t so bad.
Now I start planning on tackling this exam once again and caring for the kids, pets and home. I know I sound so whiny but sometimes I miss being a kid when all you had to worry about was yourself. It is funny to me know that when I was in college when older people would complain about life, I didn’t understand nor was I sympathetic…now I am those people!!! Funny how the tables turn and now I know exactly what I would say—Take your time.
My new mini me agreeing with my mood!
Launch day for this much awaited bigger phone is tomorrow. For iPhone fans this is great— for employees, this means being at the store at 6 am and working until 9:30 pm. (Tears) but either way, most of us are used to this so we deal with it. This year, besides getting enough sleep, I made it a point to have bright nails and lips. I don’t normally pay attention to these things, but lately these “girly” things perk up my mood- especially on such long labor days. I picked “f- bomb” by urban decay and a ‘Pulp Fiction’ inspired nail polish called “Mrs. Mia Wallace” as well as clear polish from pixel. This launch along with studying for finals makes for very busy days. Anyhow, the kid and I are hopefully going to get a good 5 hours of sleep! At least, iOS 8 seems very nifty!
Photo of polish and lipstick for the day!
Sunday always seems to be the best day to write blog posts… A fresh beginning to the week. This past week was hectic mainly because of being sick. Being sick is always horrendous especially because work doesn’t wait for you to be better. I think I chugged half a bottle of Tylenol cold medicine just to function at work… Blah. Not to mention the fact that you still have to clean the house, take care of school work and all the other things that come with life. I sound like a total whiner, but I feel like poo. Anyhow, hopefully everyone else isn’t sick and is having a lovely end to their weekend!
You may be asking what in the world a gelicure is…quite frankly, this is not a real word. It is a mash up between gel and manicure. If you have ever had one…you may be able to sympathize with me. if you haven’t, then read on.
I am employed at a place where my hands are constantly on display. This was the impetus for getting this longer lasting gelicure that the nice manicurist suggested I get. It was supposed to last longer, resist chipping and be a breeze to remove.The process was easy enough at the start- just a common manicure. The polish part is where this differs. It was a bit of a thicker polish. After every application- here two coats were applied, my hands were put into a UV light box that ended up burning my skin. Yes, burning my skin. Each of the three sessions lasted anywhere from 2-3 minutes- trust me, this is a lot longer than it seems. The manicurist maybe just thought I was being sensitive, but my skin really hurt. My hands felt sensitive for the next few days.
Fast forward to a week after admiring my pretty glittery pink nail polish and I noticed that my nails had started to show new growth. This normally would be an excellent sign, but in this case, this just lifted the nail polish and got caught in my hair whenever I touched my hair. Blah. I let it go for a few more days and I noticed that it started to chip. Badly. At that point, I went to a different nail shop to have the remainder of the polish that I had not yet peeled off, removed. Needless to say, the removal process was a pain in my butt. She tried acetone but that took to long. She ended up grabbing the electric file to remove the remainder. Mind you I had just removed my false nails- also in trying to keep the manicure going longer- so my nails were already ruined by that removal process. This just made it so much worse! I chose a red polish that I felt like would cover up all the ridges and snags my nail beds now had. And at the time, the regular polish looked great. it was shiny and bright. Sure enough the next day, it began to chip. Not a slight chip but big chunks of cooler peeling off.
To date, this week I have removed and polished my nails a total of three times. The next day after the polish was applied, the color began to peel. Let me tell you, this is uber annoying. The only thing I can attribute this to is that my nails are damaged and don’t want to hold on to color. So a small warning to all thinking about getting gel polish–be ready for the pain that it will be to apply and remove!!!
Pretty red gel polish
I realized that my nail chipping problem may be due to the kind of nail polish I have been using. I switched to Essie nail polish…Man what a difference. The polish lasts at minimum a week, it doesn’t streak and has so many lovely colors. Will definitely continue to purchase this company’s colors.
Carter watching Pocoyo while mom does homework–and snaps this shot
I have stopped to smell the roses- at least for a few minutes before I begin my silly essay writing assignments. Today is Saturday and often for most people, its a wonderful day off. For me, it’s hump day and school day. I bought my son a play doh cake mountain which is why he is thoroughly entertained for the morning. I remember the fun of play doh as a child and now as an adult, I find these hard dried out balls of modeling compound all over the house. I suppose it’s all a give and take. He’s turning 3 on September 27th. I cannot believe almost 3 years have gone by. I am more tired than I have ever been in my life. I am more forgetful than I thought I would ever be, but I feel like I am smarter than I ever was. I think of all the silly things I used to think were important, and all the silly things I used to worry about. For example tanning. My good friend and I had a membership to a tanning salon because we were convinced we looked awesome. Then some months later I found a zillion moles than thankfully have not gotten any bigger or changed in shape. I used to worry about my purses not being “designer” enough and now–I just hope my purses can fit a diaper and some wipes! It just baffles me how superficial I was and now I am more realistic. Don’t get me wrong, I still want nice things…but they are just thoughts. With the endless list of things to do, places to clean and topics to study, I barely find enough time to just think and be still let alone shop for things that cost as much as my bedroom set. It’s funny how birthdays have a way of forcing you to re evaluate life and they way things are. I hope everyone has a wonderful Saturday!