Five Things: Trending.

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I stole the idea of a “five things” blog post a while ago from the series on Cupcakes & Cashmere, and decided why not continue it. So, I present to you, for your amusement, the five things I am obsessed with right now:

  1. For the Love of Pineapples! (They seem to be everywhere these days!) How awesome is that blue pineapple lamp?
  2. Metal/Enamel Camping Mugs – I’m in charge of ordering promo items at my job, and I’ve been really tempted to slap our logo on a few hundred of these bad boys. But I’m afraid the style might be a little too specific to appeal to a large group of people.
  3. La Croix “Curate” – My favorite flavors are Blackberry Cucumber and Watermelon Kiwi, and although I have yet to attempt it, I can see how they could be the basis for some fabulous cocktails.
  4. Lumberjacks – Because Teddy’s first birthday is a MEAGER three months away and I have already started planning. And all the buffalo plaid and forest creatures are just too cute to resist.
  5. Frank & Joe’s – We don’t have that many truly local coffee shops, and this is a brand new one that just happens to have some fabulous graphic design. And it doesn’t hurt that they’ve chosen a signature color I *might* be addicted to as much as I am the caffeine they’re serving.

Bonus #6 – Cacti are the new succulents. (Also, they actually ARE succulents, just tougher. So I’m not sure it counts as a separate trend to begin with, but there you have it.)



I’m currently sitting in my living room, about an hour into listening to Teddy “cry it out.”

Although I’ve read mixed reviews, criticisms, and techniques on how to get a baby to sleep alone, in his crib, through the night, without strapping him into a particular bouncy chair (amen!) the general consensus is you’re going to have to tough it out at one point or another, and you should do it before they learn real words and scream “WHY MOMMY WHYYYY” while you do.

The problem is we’ve already gone through this, oh, about EIGHT times because the poor kid keeps getting sick, so we revert back to his chair in our room so he’s upright enough for his sinuses to drain and we can tend to him the five or so times he wakes up throughout the night. All good sleep habits die hard.

Hello, month nine.


Yep, we are still at it. Not sleeping. Praying for a day that my alarm clock actually wakes me up at 6 am, instead of the baby at 4:30. (I still set it every night. Either because I am an optimist who believes that day might actually arrive, or a pessimist who still fears I will manage to be late regardless of the circumstances.)

At any rate, I am in need of distraction at the moment. So I figured I might as well blog about, whether or not anyone wants to read about it.


Holding my breath.

The room falls quiet and my heart races towards hope as I think his strong will has bent to drowsiness.

Ohhh, no. Nope. Mistaken. He was just pausing to take a breath before launching back into it at 135%. Nothing but a pitstop.

He was just refueling.