Brunch at Brenda's

We usually stay in the neighborhood for brunch but we were heading downtown and decided to hit up Brenda's for some french soul food. I'm no expert on creole cuisine but yum. I'm an idiot for not making it here sooner and i'm pretty sure i'm gonna go back this week for dinner to make up for lost time. I know it's a shocker to all of you that i would like to order twenty entrees plus have one of each beignet for dessert (that means four to myself-thank-you-what-are-you-going-to-order?) but i'm feeling pleased about this place. It's unfussy and delicious which makes it perfect because that's kinda how we rollin' these days. Added bonus; the ladies there were super nice to the babes which makes me want to go there um, all the time. Servers that smile when people with babies walk in the door? I'll take it.

there once was a girl who met a boy

there once was a girl who packed up her bags one day and left home for college. she went to one of her classes and met a boy who had been eying her from afar since their freshman orientation that summer. he had an eyebrow ring, ear piercings and wore hemp shorts when everyone else was dressed in abercrombie. he slyly handed her the comics one day in class after he caught her yawning and then she never missed that class again.

they were both in other relationships at the time so they began talking and hanging out innocently as good friends. then one day she invited him to a house party hosted by someone who she had gone to high school with. but because she had a crush on him and because she had a boyfriend who attended a different college she only said hi for a few minutes at the party and then somehow proceeded for god-knows-why to make out in the corner with some guy she thought was really cute named Kevin-in front of a room full of people from her hometown-who knew her then boyfriend named Scott (what a lil' hussy-and-if-my-daughter-ever-does-this-i'll-kill-her).

so she cheated on her boyfriend Scott with a guy named Kevin and then ended up marrying a guy named KEVIN SCOTT.

...but that's not THE END

they graduated college, moved to a lil' place by the name of san francisco and then got a plant, then a cat, a dog and a baby.

...it's pretty much been happily ever after, realistically speaking. we have our hiccups, it's a relationship that we put a lot of effort into but the rewards are amazing and i dont take my life for granted. i'm a pretty lucky girl. yup.

i'm freezing

Brrrrrrrrrr............... it's a whole lot of cold in the city today, more specifically where we live which is the foggiest, coldest part. I just took the dogs outside and had to put on my down coat. A down coat that has furry trim and was made to wear IN WINTER and I had to zip up that down coat and put that hood over my head in order to step outside in bloody-freakin'-august.

Oh the joys of living in la city. And by joy I mean the one thing about the city that I could do without most of the time. I've learned to love it at times but if  I woke up one morning and turned on the weather channel and was told by a meteorologist that global warming was suddenly going to shift things around and one of the side effects of that shift was that San Francisco was going to get hotter in the months of june, july and august, well let's just say I would not be mad. Nope.

But because of this here situation this morning, I'm going to make myself a hot chocolate with some fancy french coco that was given to me as a gift and drink it in my down coat. In August.

xo

whoops. here it is

TO ALL OF YOU

 PLEASE CONSIDER YOURSELF WARNED

DON'T GO INTO MADEWELL

i went in there and wanted e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g.

and then i went online and wanted all of this (sigh).

bass shoes | necklace | belt | sweaters | bracelet | necklace | pumps

wyatt at 8months

We had a photo shoot to celebrate. Duhhh.

school's in session

I ran into the coffee shop in Cole Valley for a quick-pick-me-up before the gym yesterday morning and so were all the teachers from Grattan elementary down the street. They were talking about how the first day is so exciting and filled with a lot of talking by them of what kind of things the students will do and learn in the upcoming year. It was cute. One teacher said she has a "reputation" of being tough and most of the students are surprised at how nice she is. The other teachers just laughed and gave her a hard time.

And then on the way back to my car I watched parents walk their little kiddies to school. The little ones were so bright eyed and excited and just utterly adorable. They were dressed in brand new clothes, had shiny new backpacks and probably the proud owners of some amazing school supplies (i am obsessed with school supplies. i rushed to the nearest walgreens immediately after the school sighting and bought some mechanical pencils, a jumbo glue stick and a new ruler thank-you).

I look forward to the day that Wyatt gets to start school for the first time. I can't wait for him to fill his big head circumference with knowledge. I'll probably get way more emotional than I can even imagine but watching the little kids go to school yesterday put a huge smile on my face.

and the weekend continues...

I'm heading out to breakfast soon with the boys and then having some much needed time my friend who is entirely too busy and I dunno how she does it. But she's coming over and we are going to have a little lesson on Photoshop a la me and will hopefully be drinking a lot of coffee and catching up.

Yay. I'm excited.

What I'm not excited about is the gross drink Kevin just blended of kale and beets. So appetizing. Yuck. Yuck. Yuck. I'd rather change diapers all day. For me, I'm going to eat bacon, some more bacon and then bacon at breakfast as we all should.

And then later Kevin and I are meeting up with friends for dinner and we have a babysitter (gasp!) It's actually our friends little sister who is in town for a couple weeks who's so very nice to do this for us but on the note, I'm having a touch of anxiety because I need to find a BABYSITTER IN THE CITY! Ugh. Already dreading this process like crazy.

taking your time

Happy Saturday everyone. Can you see the grin on my face right now?

It's HUGE people. Me. Happy. Finally. Smiling.

I don't want to jinx us or anything but Wyatt slept seven straight hours last night without waking up. Hip-hip-hooray! I said HIP-HIP-HOOOOORAYYY-THAAANK YOU JEEESUS! I mean, it's been getting better. We're getting sleep but I couldn't tell you the last time I got more than five or six straight hours of sleep in-a-rowwww rowww rowww. What a treat I tell you. I'll try not to get used to it Wy Wy but if you wanna get your mama to throw dance parties in the living room on the daily and make you laugh until you pee (which you do anyway i guess), sleep my friend. Keep sleeping.

The other reason why I'm smiling? I am sitting in a coffee shop. Me, myself and I.

Oh, the days before someone depended on me from sun up until sun down,  I would roll out of bed whenever I felt like it with all my magazines in one arm, my computer and my moleskin notebook in the other and sit for hours sippin' coffee and people watching while the fog rolled through the valley. I loved coffee shop days. They were the best. As a mom taking time for yourself is so hard to do. There's always something you could be doing. You feel like you always need to be crossing things off your todo list or reaching out to friends that you never get to see anymore (oh how i miss you all) but for me, for my state of mind, I need these moments where my brain is growing in other ways beyond learning how to feed my baby, walk my dog and hop on one foot at the same time all while holding a hot cup of coffee.

I'm always grateful for some me time. I'm a better mom because of the time I take for myself.

Yay for Saturday. Thank God.

fashion friday

Oh my. Loving this all.

compromise

Of all the many challenges that come with having a baby, one of the most difficult things for me to wrap my head around hasnt been breastfeeding (although difficult for sure) or the lack of sleep but is the evolution of my relationship with my husband. Our decision to put off having babies for a few years was in part because we were enjoying being us. I've been with Kevin since our freshman year of college (it's a story that I'll happily share another time) and he is single-handedly my best friend, the only person on the planet that knows me and all my idiosyncrasies and still chooses to love and be with me. But I knew that having a baby was going to be a total game changer. We were going to have to think about and work at more than just loving and supporting one another. We were going to have to be parents. 

HOW TERRIFYING.

So long before we took Baby Wyatt home, I was determined to try and make the transition of the old us to the new us as easy as possible. 

NOT EASY FOLKS. REMEMBER THOSE HORMONES? 

Part of the plan to maintain my relationship with Kevin is not having Wyatt sleep with us at night. I wanted to keep the bedroom the bedroom; a sanctuary for our sanity. A place where conversation does not include the word poo or bottle or baby. Our room is the one place in the house that feels reminiscent of "the before" and we are pretty good at it keeping it that way. Kevin wakes up and brings the baby to me, I feed him and take him back to bed. Most days I feel really good about this but somedays I look down at Wyatt, drunk from his midnight snack and wonder what the rush is, he's a baby. If he wants to lay here and cuddle with us who am I to be the no police and send him off to his crib like the Evil Witch of the West. Have I no soul? He' seven months? 

...and then the back in forth thing happens in my mind. I want him to feel safe and extremely loved. I want him to be affectionate and sensitive but I don't want to create bad habits and I certainly don't want him to become too attached and become a mama's boy. Let's be honest, those men are weird. They have umm...issues and I would never do that to his future wife (*side note: Have you ever seen men out in public and thought to yourself " I feel bad for his girlfriend or wife? Yeah, not tryin' to raise one of those. Nope.).

So I've started to compromise a little (or cheat). Some mornings, if Wyatt wakes up early,  I'll bring him into the bedroom right before I go to the gym and give him a good freakin' cuddle. I try to inhale as much of him as I can while he's busy being a sleeping baby and not a squirmy little boy trying to be a man. And then his diaper leaks all over our bed and I put him back in his crib and think NEVER AGAIN. 

Until the next morning.

i'd like to introduce you to someone

I bet you think you know this guy but you don't.

I know that this boy looks a lot like someone you might know, however, this is The Alter Ego of Wyatt John Scott. Yeah, you've probably never met him. He doesn't usually come around very often, mostly just for his mama late in the afternoon and usually right before his father comes home.

Clearly Wyatt wouldn't act like this.

Inconsolable.

Weepy.

This boy's a cry in' mess.

little devil. Is that a smile?

he's on a swing

fashion friday

 think I'm gonna cheat on stripes with dots.

 dress // sweater // dots // the look // sheer // lace // denim // card

oh how i love thee | built in bookshelves

I just CANNOT wait for the weekend to start in t-minus two days because I'm having a hard time shaking my horrific-for-no-reason-bad-mood. Along with that I also a have a very strong desire to throw the contents of my entire apartment, clothes, dogs and all out the window and onto the street. Then I would like to start all over, with everything. First, I would buy two silent, non barking, completely obedient dogs that were trained to pour me glasses of wine and rub my feet. Then I would buy an entirely new fall wardrobe from this website and maybe this one and then I would wear one of my new outfits to go buy brand new furniture and home decor, specifically a couch, bed and well pretty much everything. Let's not lie.

And for sure I would definitely commission someone to build me some beautiful built-in bookshelves. I want a pretty way of making things looking good around here without compromising safety (the baby is one hot minute away from grabbing his coat and walking out the door) and I believe custom made built-ins are the answer. Yes please.

1a/1b/2/3/4/5/6/7

Did I mention the weekend is almost here? Yippeeee...

thank you bloggers

Today my alarm went off at 540am and I turned it off, rolled over and tried to fall back asleep for a few more minutes. Yesterday was such an off day for me and when I woke up I felt like today was not looking much better. I felt so sad and weird all day after a fun weekend with Kevin and the baby. I think Mondays are like that for me sometimes. The weekends are so great and I get such a high having Kevin around and then Mondays roll around and I realize everyone is going back to work and I am alone with the baby all week. It's not that I don't enjoy the time I get to spend with Wyatt and usually I only feel blasé for a hot minute but yesterday, dang, I could not shake it. And then I went to bed and just could not fall asleep. I stayed up staring off into space worrying about money and how I am going to find babysitters in the city, wondered if I should join Golden Gate Mothers Group so I can find Wyatt a playgroup (for $75.00 a year!?!?)  and  got mad at myself for forgetting to call our old doctor to get Wyatt's medical records sent over to the new doctor which for sure means the new doctor is going to think I'm a bad mother.

I AM SO DRAMATIC.

But I made it to the gym twenty minutes later knowing that if I didn't go we would have a repeat of yesterday but worse because I would also feel very fat.

Again. Me. Drama Queen. Nice to meetcha.

And I opened up my email and was getting all these alerts for friend requests on Bloggers.com, a really great site I recently joined which is an online forum for bloggers to connect and support one another. I'm so new to this blogosphere but am slowly learning that posting blogs is the easy part. I probably break blogging etiquette at times and am fully aware that I need to work on consistency and content but today, Bloggers featured me as one of their bloggers of the day.  

I AM FLATTERED. So thank you to the Editor that chose my humble little blog that's pretty much a vessel to show off my very adorable baby and allows me to ramble and feel like I am having more adult conversation than I really do on a day to day basis. You have made my day.

And now, I have to make that phone call to the doctors office with my tail in-between my legs.

Blerg.

lurv him

 so stinkin' cute.

fashion friday | gaultier | ramblings

So today will be my second Fashion Friday post but I first would like to address the fact that I am bringing Wyatt into a world of  crazy ass people. Of course there are no shortage of crazies that live in in San Francisco, most of them live right outside my doorstep (not really but kinda) and apparently some happen to be members of the gym I belong to.

I go to the gym most mornings in or around 6am. I roll out of bed and get on the treadmill half asleep and run four or five miles. By 730am I'm back at home with the baby and have forgotten that I ever worked out. It's as if  I black it out and it doesn't even take alcohol anymore people, just lack of sleep.

Anyway, today as I approached my machine I immediately felt a feeling of dread. UGH. NOT HIM. PLEASE NOT HIM. But there he was. It was Him. The weird one, my least favorite person to run next to on the entire planet. When he runs he yells out loud at himself in the mirror and he dresses in sweats and a windbreaker and punches the air like he's Mike Tyson. He's not the least bit in shape (which is fine but please don't act like you have won the Iron Man) and although I appreciate his dedication I can barely move one foot in front of the other because in my mind I am keeling over laughing and trying not to stare at his awesome punching moves. DUDE, you're really funny this morning but enough with the games! I ate a HUGE piece of chocolate cake last night and I need to get my cardio on, thank you.

And then just when I couldn't be more annoyed, the guy with the ball point pen joined us on the treadmill to my left.. He is also very weird. This guy always appears as if he has drunk ten cups of coffee or what have you (it's 630am mind you) and he looks like he's been dropped off by a party bus. He talks to the radio and talks to everyone at the gym as if he is the MAYOR OF CRAZY TOWN. When he approaches the treadmill he literally thinks he's in the Olympics as the anchor for the US Mens 4x100m in his swagger. He gets into position very dramatically and then runs really fast for a hot minute and then takes it down to a slow walk and rubs his ball point pen until his fingers are raw. He repeats the above over and over. The problem is he looks less like an olympic athlete and more like a stiff No. 2 pencil running away from a mechanical pencil sharpener but alas, he thinks he's Carmelita Jeter.

These are the inconspicuous people that walk our streets everybody.

where has the week gone

First of all,  let's just address the white elephant in the room and point out that it's already Thursday and I'm just now posting pictures and talking about the fun weekend we had FIVE DAYS AGO. 

Sorry. I guess time flies when you're having a blast! 

Last Saturday we woke up early and took the muni to the Farmers' Market at the Ferry Building. I've never been on a Saturday and I'll probably never go back again on the weekend. Too busy, too many people fighting for free samples of organic pink ladies and the line for the ladies bathroom -kinda redic. Good thing I'm not an idiot and walked my little self across the street to the Hyatt. Nope. I'm no dummy  and it wasn't my first rodeo thank you.

Such a city boy riding that muni. We are heading to the farmers market.

Blue Bottle Coffee.

This is "worth the wait" coffee.

Hello Cowboy Creamery. I'll take one of each.

Nope. I don't think I'll be waiting in this line.

He's definitely not tired.

Maybe going to the ferry building when everyone and their mom was there was not the most fun thing we could have done but there is NOTHING like spending some QT with my favorite guys on the planet.  It is so fun showing Wy the city. What a lucky guy to get to experience all this at such a young age. I know he won't remember all the things we do and the places we go but I think he'll get something out of it. I can't send him outside to play in our backyard but we can roam around downtown and see where the day takes us. What are you opinions on kids who grow up in the city?

And totally off subject, I titled my post "Where Has The Week Gone?'  That's the kinda crap by mom says. I can hear her saying it right now. Who am I.