A new day

Yesterday's rant is over, and I'm slightly more composed today. Heck, I even put on a bra (there was a totally legitimate reason for the lack thereof yesterday, and it involves a long run and a sports bra that will never be worn again... let's just say that Monday's post could have been called red, white, and boob). Anyway, I digress...

Today is a new day, and Milo and I had quite the morning. Nate had to go in to work at 2 a.m., which is apparently something that he should expect as an IT guy. I think Milo sensed he was gone, because he woke up not 30 seconds after Nate left. And then again at 6 a.m.  And then again at 8 a.m. I'm just grateful he skipped the 4:00 hour, because I might not be standing at this point. But he woke up all sunshine when he was finally up for the day at 8, and we had non-stop fun until his morning nap.

So for today, I did something that I thought I hated because it made me think of the 80's - I tied my shirt up. But in the end, I liked the way it looked. What do you think?

I'm getting back my runner's legs. Heck yes! And look at Bruiser peeking into the corner of the picture.

I'm so appalled that I didn't straighten up my couch before I took the picture. Woops!

Here I am laughing at Milo because he's doing this:

He's decided that his boppy makes an awesome recliner.

Happy Hump Day to you!

A sad day in American justice

Once upon a time as a little girl, I wanted to be a lawyer. Even throughout college, one of my favorite classes was international law, and I considered going into some sort of international law program.

And then I grew up and realized that the American legal system is a joke. Rather than protecting the innocent, it gives the guilty a way out almost every single time.

Case and point - Casey Anthony was declared not guilty today. I can't even talk too much about this, because every time I even think about this case, I get completely sick to my stomach. America should be ashamed for being such a depraved nation that people like this go free.

I'm sorry, but an outfit of the day seems a little too trivial today.
(And quite honestly, I did laundry today and spent the entire day in athletic shorts and a tee shirt. Too bad that look wasn't on my 30 for 30 list!)

Happy Fourth!

Happy Fourth of July! Hope your day was filled with cook-outs, sunblock, cool drinks, and fireworks. Mine was full of... well, one of the above. And fireworks on television. Such are the delights of new mommy-hood. I can't wait to take Milo to the fireworks next year, though.

Sunday Sunday Sunday

 Raise your hand if you feel like getting dressed on a Sunday morning. Anyone? Anyone? Right. Me either. But here goes nothing!

Nate was my awesome and creative photographer today

Why so serious?

And so busty? (haha)

Nate was really excited that he caught the dramatic hair flip, so I had to use this shot as well.

Blue one-shoulder top - Old Navy; Sweater - The Buckle; Belt - Gifted from Nate; Skirt - Gap; Shoes - Anthropologie

Weekend photo update

Well, what's a weekend without a little photo update? After all, who cares about just photo after photo of my outfits? I popped Milo into the laundry basket the other day, simply because he's learning to sit up on his own and I thought it might help. Well, this child loved it. Here's hoping he'll want to help me fold as soon as he gets a little older.

He made himself right at home

Simple and comfy

Apparently I don't feel like I need to upload my outfit photos until the late night these days... But here's my simple and comfy outfit for the day.

The baby trumps it

Today I'm just mommy, and I'm a mommy who's a little ashamed at the whining I did yesterday. Milo is precious and wonderful (as always), and although he hasn't popped that tooth yet, he's feeling much cheerier today. Full naps definitely helped. So I just threw on a quick outfit for some errands with Milo and Nate this afternoon, and we all had a great time.

I've found that a baby makes the best accessory. In fact, a baby trumps everything you're wearing, because I could have had sweatpants on, and you probably wouldn't have noticed, right? Give me a precious little chubby-cheeked cherub any day.