A Random Thing Or Two-sday


1. Yesterday on our walk back to the parking lot from a long and sweaty day at Disneyland, I stopped by Sephora to take a gander at all of the wonderful beauty products I never knew I was missing. Somehow I ended up in the Anastasia Beverly Hills brow section, and the Dipbrow Pomade changed my world. Have you tried that stuff? Holy eyebrow paradise! Makes for the fullest, archiest brows in all the land. Move over, Lily Collins! My brows are growing out and coming back with a vengeance!

2. Fact: According to a study, women's tears have been found to reduce testosterone and arousal in men (source). They theorized that the evolutionary effect of tears could be linked to menstruation. Women clearly cry more during that time of the month, which is obviously not the most effective time to have sex since getting knocked up probably ain't happening, and is obviously the most ideal time to decrease sexual arousal in your partner. Do what you will with this information, ladies, but don't tell your significant other I told you! ;)

3. So, what do you think about all of the celebrity photo hacking? I find it absolutely unnerving that their clouds were able to be accessed, and I also find it interesting that Apple has yet to release a statement about it. (Or at least they haven't yet as I am writing this at 11 pm on Monday night.) Seems more like may the odds be never in your favor, JLaw. 

4. Do you ever have those moments where you swear your Pandora station (I am not really a Spotify person — you could say I like the element of surprise) is peering into your soul and plays everything nostalgic and dear to you? Right in a row? That was last night. Every love song that I've ever weeped and rejoiced over played, like, for over an hour in consecutive order. Don't know if the universe is trying to communicate something to me, but I had butterflies in my stomach for a solid 45 minutes. The one that really tugged at my heart was "This Year's Love" by David Gray. That song holds so many memories and a special place in my soul, and the ironic part is I haven't heard it in years. My heart practically thumped out of my chest. Music is incredible, and I love the power it has to bring about a vivid rush of emotions and memories. That, and scents. 

5. Would you rather lose your ability to speak or read?

Lorna Jane Activewear Giveaway!


Lorna Jane Never Give Up Sweat c/o
Lorna Jane Lilly 7/8 Tight c/o
Lorna Jane Kody Sports Bra c/o
Lorna Jane Billie Headband c/o
Nike Free 5.0 c/o JD Sports

Nothing motivates me to get out for a run or a yoga session like a pair of hot pink workout pants. Six-year old Abbey would have been in heaven with a pair of leggings like this, and 26-year old Abbey is still just as amped about it. Also, can we talk about this sweatshirt? Basically my mantra the entire time I go for a jog. My endurance is terrible, and I despise running, so I give myself markers to hit. For example, I have been jogging up this HUGE hill to a park by our house multiple times per week, pushing the boys in their stroller. (Talk about the burn, baby!) Don't ask me what I was thinking when I started it, but I am committed to it now, however I always want to stop when I am sucking air and my chest is on fire. But I don't! I tell myself, "you can take a breather once you hit that light post!" and so on and so forth. Does anyone else do that? It weirdly drives me if I have a visual and I repeatedly say in my head, "don't give up!" Hence, when I saw this sweatshirt, she had to be mine.

Since it is Labor Day today, it's the perfect day to be giving away some activewear, don't you think?

I've teamed up with Lorna Jane to give away a $75 gift card to one of you lucky gals! Their activewear and clothing is colorful, unique, and high quality. I wear mine all the time, meaning it fits incredibly well and comfortably, too. I know I have said this before, but I get more excited to work out when I have a fun outfit to do it in, and it is also a great reward to treat yourself to a new outfit when you hit a workout goal. So, get to treating yourself already!

If you can't wait for the giveaway to end, they are running a great Labor Day sale today! Get $25 off when you spend $150 with code SWEAT25; $50 off when you spend spend $250 with code SWEAT50; $75 off when you spend $350 with code SWEAT75.

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Bubble Gum And Toddlers Are A Funny Mix


Every single day Luke asks me for "gums." Without fail. Which immediately makes me think of the bit in Jim Gaffigan's, Dad is Fat, on little kids and gum. "If they know you have a pack of gum, you suddenly have absolute power. You can lord it over them. Kids will do absolutely anything for a piece of gum."

Truer words have never been spoken, er, written. This is the daily conversation I have with Luke:

"Gums in Mommy purse?"

"Luke, you ate it all, remember?"

"Oh. We go get more at stooore?"

"Yes, but you have to be a good boy. No crying or throwing tantrums. And no smacking Wes!"

And it seriously works. Every. Single. Time.

Luckily for the little bugger, we snagged a phenomenal stash of bubble gum, and we all know what that means. Ultimate bribery and learning to blow bubbles! And swallowing most of it. Is it true it takes seven years to digest gum, or is that just an urban legend you learn when you are in elementary school? If it is true, Luke is going to be digesting gum for the next 70 years.

Anyway, last night we spent part of the evening enjoying some down time on a blanket outside. It was a scorcher of a day, so as the sun was setting, the weather was at that sweet spot of warmth and coolness, and the perfect place to attempt an education in the art of blowing bubble gum bubbles.

But first, Wes needed to perform a taste test to ensure it was satisfactory. He approved.

So, here we have Luke's version of blowing a bubble. The technique I will give a solid 8.3, but the execution was, well, a total flop. He chewed it, then completely spit it out, then put it back in his mouth and then ate it. I am actually quite impressed he even tried to do it being that he is only two and a half. 

I thought that if we matched, it would give us some good bubble blowing juju.

Do you think it worked? (I think I need a refresher course in bubble blowing, too. These were pathetic.)

I love spending these simple, silly moments with my boys. This is what summer is all about, and we will be soaking every drop of it up in these last few weeks we have left of this wonderful season. I hope you do, too! Have a wonderful weekend, friends!

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Dear Wes


Dear Wes,

Today you are 10 months on the dot! (What the heck, kid? Quit that growing stuff already!) You still have rolls on your forearms and your ankles that would suggest we put elastic bands around them, meaning you are still very much deserving of the nickname, Chubby Dubby. That can only be attributed to the fact that you eat more than your brother and dad — combined! I think macaroni is your favorite food based on all the yelling that is involved for more even after you've scarfed down a pan.

Every morning you like to snuggle in bed with me, your dad, and brother to sing a lovely rendition of "Patty Cake." The way you flick your hands to and fro trying to roll the dough is the best part. Whenever we are all laughing at a joke, you make sure to add in your hearty, fake laugh that just makes everyone laugh even harder.

You have only your two front teeth. I like to think you are celebrating Christmas early, and I think the gap between your teeth when you give us a gummy smile (which is pretty much most of the time) is the cutest thing around... especially paired with the aforementioned laugh.

I love to watch you sleep. It reminds me of the day you were born and that you are still my teeny tiny baby. The way you suckle while dreaming sweet dreams makes me want to kiss those perfectly puckered lips. And just last night, I walked in to take a peek at you and you had your head perfectly placed on a square plush toy just like a pillow. It's those little things.

Pulling yourself up on everything is currently your jam. (And finding the dog food, no matter how stealthily it has been removed.) For some crazy reason, you've decided the bathtub is the best place to pull yourself to a kneeling/standing position, which also illustrates that you have an adventurous spirit about you.

You love to nurse. I am convinced you will want to breastfeed until you are five if I let you, and since that won't be happening, it's delightful to cherish those moments, just you and me. Your eyes are as piercing as crystals when you look up at me with those long lashes brushing along your eyelids. Most of the time you like to sit your foot on my chest and kick it back and forth so it makes a "pat, pat, pat" sound on my skin. And you will occasionally rub your eyes with your foot as well. Yes, you are wacky and silly and that is precisely what I love about you.

Even from just a few weeks old, I knew you had a strong sense of conviction and determination. It's the Scorpio in you, and I immensely look forward to the person you will grow to be. I can't wait for the deep conversations we will share, to see your zest for life in the spark of your eyes, and to watch your life all unfold as you accomplish your dreams. I know you have big things in store, Wes. It's written in your stars.

I love you so much, my darling boy. Never, ever forget that.