what i wore :: vol. 1

I believe it’s safe to say I’m not as into self-portraits as I once was. I took these pictures WEEKS AGO and felt sooo awkward. I then let the photos sit around for forever and now I’m editing them and wondering when I developed a double chin. But I still love styling outfits as much as ever, so here we are. 😉



Bandana :: Target
Dress :: Old Navy
Jacket :: American Eagle
Boots :: Target
Purse :: Target (…my true mom colors are showing. So much Target.)
“Momma” bandana :: Die Trying

bad bitches gotta eat donuts.

The older I get the more I realize I have little to no self-control.

I’ve started so many diets. Like, it’s embarrassing. I decided to try the Military Diet just to kick start my “usual” diet (a mix of low carb and intermittent fasting) last week because I thought “Hey, I like everything on this list and it’s just 3 days. Easy Peasy.”

Not easy peasy.


Day one: Mark brought me home a donut first thing in the morning. It was a pink donut with sprinkles and he knows that’s my favorite. (I’m Homer Simpson at heart.) Don’t let anyone tell you that there are only five love languages because there are six and the sixth is Food. So like.. I had to eat the donut. Rules is rules.

Day two: I told the fam to just do whatever they wanted for dinner. They chose pizza. I had one bite of cheese bread dipped in marinara. Then I scarfed the whole thing in ten seconds flat, my new personal record.

Day three: Mark wrangled kids all day so I could tackle cleaning our closet. A distraction! I could totally get through the day without cheating! I proceeded to make him lunch and ate three of his fish sticks and a large spoonful of mac and cheese.

See? No self-control. BUT I did lose 3lbs! Honestly I don’t feel too bad about it. Bad bitches gotta eat donuts. (Babe, put that on my headstone when I die please.)

hi. yes. hello.

The hardest part of jumping back into blogging is doing just that…jumping.

Honestly, these days when I jump I piss myself. #thanksDexter

We’re sneaking past the tiny baby stage with Atlas and I’m finding myself with a little more time on my hands. I’ve already cleaned and re-organized our entire house (shout out to Marie Kondo) except for the kids’ rooms and our closet but I’m not a brave enough woman to get to those yet. All in due time.

I want to do something for myself, because that’s been hard the last few years. See, when you have 3 kids in 3.5 years you quickly go from being your own person to just being Mom. Which is fine. I own this role. I’m not great at it, but I do own it. ha! My life is preparing food that won’t get eaten, squeezing into high-waisted jeans, shouting “You’re fine, shake it off” every three minutes, and cleaning up poop.

So much goddamn poop.

So here we are, and I’ve vowed to at least blog once a week, even if it’s something as simple as a quick journal entry. (Sorry though, no “dear diary” shit here. It’s pretty much just lyrics I currently love.) It’s something for me, even if I’m struggling with where to start.

Here’s a picture of my most normal child to kick things off again. Cheers.


port aransas: our first family vacation

With the opening of Lunar happening soon, Mark and I realized our downtime is about to decrease significantly and a family vacation before all the madness seemed like a good idea. So we booked a vacation in one day…and we left one week later. haha.

The drive there was partial hell because, I mean…9+ hours in a car with two toddlers. I don’t think I need to say any more. But we had so much fun once we got there!


Solid attempt at a family photo. 😉

– amanda

momma + cora + dex

Being a mom to two under two remains the hardest thing I’ve done. Our first year was very tough for me emotionally and there were multiple times I wondered what the hell I’d gotten myself into. And then, almost overnight, things got easier. And easier. And then things got fun! And I know now that we’ve made it out of the toughest part.

Back in April, Ashley of Aspen Blue Photography (a photographer I love and have known for years) offered mommy and me sessions, so I snatched one up and had photos done of me and my babies to celebrate the fact that we are all alive and thriving. I told Ashley I had very low expectations because I knew a 2.5 year old and a 1 year old totally weren’t going to sit and smile for the camera, so we would take what we got. And I’ll be damned if she didn’t get the sweetest smiles and silliness from my little devils.


Thank you for these photos, Ashley! They mean the world to me. ❤


– amanda