Spending the day in the sunshine is good for my soul… And theirs.
Thank you zo (@zoeraina) for snapping these beauties! My babies love you way too much!
Freshly picked moccs.
So what’s all the hype anyways?!
Well well well… Let me tell you.
To put it simply,
they are the best.
Susan is one incredible woman and it all flows down from her. She is innovative, practical, resourceful, hands on, and hilarious! She genuinely cares about about her customers and it is evident by the product she creates.
//she is captivating//
In my opinion the suede are more durable and wear better for the long haul. They are also better for little crawlers who are dragging the tops of their feet all over the place.
Another thing that I love about them is how easy they are to slide on and how well they stay on! My kids won’t keep socks on for anything. They pull them off constantly or they slip off and then they are gone for good. I was slightly apprehensive about the moccs because I was nervous they’d kick them/pull them off. So far so good. I’ve never lost one and no one has ever even ripped on off them self! // knock on wood //
Finally, I have to just mention that their customer service is out of this world! Super helpful and accommodating!
Valentine’s Day has always been a nearly nonexistent holiday for me. There was never a major reason for it to not be a focus, it just wasn’t. This year I was more mindful of it than I have been in years back. I suck at planning but I tried to put a little extra time in and figured out a mini little road trip for my man and I. A friend for IG //who I hope to hang with some day// posted all these fun photos of her birthday adventure and I knew that’s what I wanted to do for our v-day date! We explored Route 66, took a ton of photos, and fully felt like kids again! We had an amazing kid free day reconnecting and laughing. A lot.
Our first stop was Emma Jeans Diner||as seen on Diners Dives and Drive Ins|| I’d love to say it was delicious…. But remember that little fact about me sucking at planning… Well i didn’t check and it was closed on Sundays. Oops.
Living in Southern California is a blessing I often take for granted. I’ve spent the majority of my life here. I don’t know harsh winters, poor produce, or what it’s like to be landlocked. We complain about the cost of living or the constant traffic on the 55 and forget that it’s worth it!
We left the beach with happy hearts and tired eyes. Everyone snuggled up for a great nap and woke up ready to play. Our evening included scooter riding, BBQing, some twinkle lights, and much needed baths. It was the perfect summer day- in January.
It’s that time of year. Time for scarves, hot tea, lights & of course, Christmas trees.
Every year in California we would head over to the Christmas tree lot or even Home Depot, walk up & down the rows until we found the perfect one. As a kid I always like the Charlie Brown trees. I felt bad for the ones that didn’t get chosen & would eventually become firewood.
//I mean don’t they all?//
Being in New Mexico & starting new family traditions we thought we could pick out our Christmas tree in a new way as well. I’m not sure where else this is available but in New Mexico you can apply for a permit & cut your own. How fabulous right?
The drive to the closest national forest is about an hour and a half away. Not too bad. We make it to the mountains safe & sound. Now all we have to do is spot the one. However, there are regulations you have to abide by. Be at least 100ft from the road & no private properties.
This is where our California roots s h i n e. We all grow quite impatient looking for unfenced areas & Beckette starts dry heaving. So much fun.
I’m totally not picky when it comes to trees so we find one we like pretty quickly. We bundle the kiddos up in the snow & blizzardy winds. I’m coldy mama. Daddy drags the ax over & we watch him chop away. We make it back to the car in one piece & after freestyle nursing Major in the passenger seat, Beckette going #2 in her diaper & a few F bombs, James gets the tree strapped to our roof. Sweet bro, now let’s get the heck outta here.
We’re so California.