Posted on | January 10, 2012 | 35 Comments
i’ve ACTUALLY been keeping up on a photo project! it’s been so fun to figure out what to shoot that i never forget. here are my pictures from the past week.
psst. the photos from the 8th and 9th were taken in my hotel room in San Francisco, where i was for roughly 31 hours shooting a video with Levi’s for a documentary style ad campaign about my blog, Harper, my style, etc. one of my new year goals was to stop saying and typing SQUEE, but i think there should be an exception for this occasion, don’t you?
i really, really do.
Posted on | November 9, 2011 | 49 Comments
Harper is wearing >> top: carters, thrifted // leggings & boots: target // legwarmers: handmade by Suzanne
yes, i am trying to kill you with more legwarmers. as if there was anyone left to even read this, my friend Suzanne knitted these and sent them to Harper. seriously, could you just die? they are mustard. i’m currently trying to think of ways to repay her in ways that are not things that have been knit. because the one time Bree tried to teach me, i failed miserably and cringe every time i so much as glance at the needles with my few lines of knittery (technical term) on them.
i hope she likes used toddler clothes and chocolate.
we had a fun morning with Fiona and Elle (and baby Brynn) at a local play place full of bouncy houses. i’m now going to share a story with you that i can only prove is real because Fiona was there to witness it. unless you later see it on Candid Camera, BECAUSE THAT IS THE ONLY LOGICAL EXPLANATION FOR IT.
ahem.
so imagine a giant room filled with bounce houses and slides and all that jazz. this place is awesome – kids get in for 7 bucks and can play for 2 hour slots and omg nap time was glorious. anyways, adults get to play too, so it was the perfect place to really get in and PLAY with Harper. anywho, there was a little boy who seemed about three-ish (i’m terrible at telling age, but he had a diaper on and was bigger than H, so i’d put him somewhere around 3) and was all boy. boys are rough and tumble and i really do get that. but his mom (confirmed, not a babysitter or nanny) comes in and immediately opens her laptop and essentially tunes out. at a place composed of only large balloon-like structures full of air, some that are as tall as a two story building.
this kid proceeds to run amok, mowing over other kids, telling Harper she can’t play on certain things, shoving and generally being kinda mean. i saw him shove Elle numerous times (like to the point where she fell over) and even went over to Brynn’s carseat where she was sleeping and started whacking the blanket that was draped over it. Fiona and i had to correct his behavior numerous times (something i don’t do unless others are in danger) and the mom kept on typing away at her computer. it was infuriating.
after over an hour of this the mom gets up and starts walking around to the few other parents and talking to them. she comes up to me and says “this might sound weird but i’m asking everyone”. i’m thinking, ok, she’s going to ask if her son is bothering us, being nice when he’s playing, etc.
“i’m working on a research paper on bullying and was wondering if you’d ever been bullied as a child or as an adult”.
::crickets::
YOU’RE WRITING A PAPER ON BULLYING AS YOUR CHILD RUNS AROUND PUSHING, SHOVING AND TRYING TO HIT BABIES? your kid just told mine she can’t go on that slide and blocked her from it whilst you sit over in the corner typing away on your paper about bullying?
i almost choked. instead i quickly spit out something like, “yep in junior high” and scurried off before i said what i really wanted to say which was “about 3 minutes ago, by your son” or “let’s go ask my daughter the same question” or “are you ACTUALLY high right now?”.
look, kids are kids. they are still learning about how to function as humans every day. they hit, push, they can be mean. they yell and generally act like hooligans because they just got here for crying out loud. mine threw the tantrums of all tantrums when we had to leave that place and my face was hot and my pits got all sweaty. but for the love of anderson cooper riding a narhwal on christmas morning, I AM NOT A BABYSITTER. i didn’t pay good money to come enjoy this place with my child just to spend the time avoiding yours because you are avoiding him.
::headdesk::
BUT I DIGRESS.
here are some really cute pictures to close this out. carry on!
Posted on | October 17, 2011 | 47 Comments
sometimes life just gets the best of you, you know? lately there has been lots going on in our lives (good, bad and weird) and sharing things here just takes a back seat. luckily in the past few months i’ve gotten a lot better about letting myself off the hook for that. it’s not that i don’t have things i’d like to share, or topics i’d like to spend some time on (in fact i have ish knocking around in my head all day just begging to be word vomited on to the webs!). it’s just that time is a hot commodity around here. but it’s that way for everyone, isn’t it?
last night i had a dream about anderson cooper. we were in the same store! and he was just shopping around as if he wasn’t the most adorable giggly silver fox that ever was. in my dream i was all ready to go up and let him know that he was in fact all of those things. and in my dream, just as i had built up the courage to walk up to him, my phone alarm went off in real life.
so that was a bummer.
not as big of a bummer as AC only being in the same place as me in dreamland though.
let’s see, what else? oh, Harper cries when i pick her up from preschool now. when i pick her up. that is how much she loves it. she is the only kid trying to stay there. i go between feeling really happy about that (she loves it! we made the right choice!) and feeling really sad about that (she cries! when i pick her up!).
she can spell and write her name now. i don’t really know what to say about that. except that her R’s are really cute and funny.
this week we are gonna be potty training for reals. we are all stocked up on hello kitty underwear, chocolate, stickers, flushable wipes and resolve. if i’m not knee deep in pee for the next three days (spoiler alert: i probably will be) i may pop in and say hello. NOT with photos though. that is one thing i can promise you for sure. photos of me drinking wine after a long day of cleaning up pee, complete with puns about bodily fluids? i can almost promise you that with certainty.
i’m having a real dilemma with some boots i keep seeing at target. these guys. so they were thirty bucks. one time i saw them on sale for twenty. that is much closer to my target-shoe budget. but i didn’t buy them. so the price went back up and i was sad. but then! today they were on clearance for twenty. i didn’t buy them. which leads me to believe maybe i don’t reallllly want them, even though i think about them constantly. what are your thoughts? (ahem, about the boots, not about how insane i am).
i’ve been drinking a hot, steaming cup of denial over the fact that my kiddo is going to be three in 2 weeks. three years old. i can’t even. let us discuss another time, because just…no.
what have you been up to?
(and should i buy those boots? seriously.)
