Archives for the month of: December, 2014


This morning I was warm and wrapped in my husbands arms. He woke me with some eskimo kisses on my nose. It was one of those brilliant mornings where the sky is pale grey and our room was chilled, all except us. Behind me I heard tiny, slapping footsteps follow by a jovial exclamation of multiple “YAY’s!” Eisley usually wakes us up and it is USUALLY an extremely pleasant and endearing experience. When I turned to see her covered in a reddish, brown substance my eyes narrowed in on the open bathroom door behind her. Now, I know what you are thinking and it isn’t quite as terrible as you think. Yes, the bathroom door is always suppose to be shut, especially right now when we are moving and all of our toiletries are in a cardboard box completely at her level of reach. Considering this is MY daughter I knew she was covered in none other than the entire contents of my makeup bag. My mom has a picture of my when I was little looking like a clown after I got into her lipstick. She says I looked too cute to be mad at so she took a picture instead. That really wasn’t the case with Eisley. She pretty much just look disgusting. The cutest part about the ordeal was the tiny brown handprint I found on the toilet seat, which was too, makeup (THANK GOD.) I recently cleaned out my professional makeup kit and replaced some of my cheap makeup with the expensive, nice stuff, so that was a low blow to me. Nonetheless it was a good morning. Elsie’s mood stayed on the up and up despite making her wait until 11 to eat breakfast. We decided today would be our last “eating out” day in San Diego, so naturally we went to our favorite spot, Swami’s. It’s a local favorite and the North Park location is to die for. It was sad knowing we wouldn’t be dining there any time in the near future.






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Everyone stops to ogle at Eisley’s eyes. I can’t blame them.

Yes those are crusty boogers, You can’t help those when at a beach. We walked down to the cove after brunch this morning with some good friends. Eisley has been in such a wonderful and hilarious mood. Today is the best day.



She’s learning words and doing things like tasks and trying to sing. It’s mind blowing and saddening at the same time. Too big too fast and the sweetest things are kept in my heart for such a short amount of time. It’s like I try to cram every little crooked smile and funky dance move into my memory but there isn’t enough room. This blog is good for that, it helps keep some of the storage organized. She walked up to me with my hat on one afternoon and said, “Cheeeessee!” I can’t forget that.





I’ve consistently been able to wear tank tops on the winter time since living in San Diego. It is weird to think that will be changing soon. Although the houses in Washington have heaters unlike the houses here so that is a bonus. It can be a brilliantly, sunny day and out house is still like a crypt. I shouldn’t be able to see my breath inside my own home.





“Little seed we sowed in the newly tilled ground, your beauty is beyond my belief somehow. And when we first saw you our eyes swelled like a winter’s tide, as you slowly drift to sleep with every breath fall and rise: you hypnotize.”
For The Greatest Little Soul I Know.

We have been out of town for the last week visiting our families and having an early Christmas! Eisley was showered with some sweet loot, but you will have to wait to see the goods until they are unpacked! We have had quite a bit of good news considering we were approved for our new home in Washington and Eisley’s 18 month check up proved to fall in line with her perfect track record. Plus, you can never go wrong when surrounded by all of your loved ones to share a special season.









It is weird to move during a holiday. Not weird, sad. It seemed pointless to drag all of our Christmas decorations out, only to have to put them back in immediately following the big day. The silver-lining is that Eisley is still too young to know what she is missing out on. We are still doing a Christmas dinner at my Mama’s with my siblings and such and we have tried to do Christmas activities with her as well, so I can’t complain! We are blessed! These photos are of Eisley’s very first gingerbread house! She’s pretty good at it 😉






If you live in San Diego then you know how incredible the annual December Nights Festival is. Located in the jewel of San Diego, Balboa Park, each December Nights Festival includes thousands of vendors, world-class entertainment acts and all the Christmas spirit you could hope for! It’s hard to get into the Christmas spirit when you live in a land of perpetual sun so it is wonderful to have a celebration (with practically every resident in San Diego) that makes the season truly feel merry and bright. Show choirs, plays, tree festivals, live nativity, performances by local musicians, tree-lighting ceremony and the best part: Food from practically every corner of the planet. The “House Of” national food booths help me remember that Christmas isn’t just for us but for everyone everywhere. If you ever find yourself in San Diego during the beginning of December then please go! You will NOT regret it 😉



These photos come from another Sunday Krakatoa Experience. I think it’s becoming a thing for us. I had coffee with an amazing woman who disciples me this morning. What I love most about my time with her is I always walk away loving my child more. Let’s face it; Kids are weirdos. And more often than not it’s easy to be overwhelmed, tired and stressed when you have to stay home with them on a daily basis. Today we discussed how in the good and terrifying moments of motherhood we should verbally thank God for those moments. When you acknowledge it from a place of gratitude, even if you don’t feel like it, you train your heart to cherish things that would otherwise become lost. So in the moments of tantrums or when I just want to go to the bathroom alone, I will thank God that my daughter desires to be with me. I know my heart will not always echo my voice in saying, “thank you God that Eisley is a mama’s girl.” But it will train my heart to capture those fleeting times. When she is older she may not be a mama’s girl and I know I will regret the times I just wished she would go away. I never want
to forget how honored I am to be this little fireball’s mommy. What can you be thankful for today?