Day trippin’ with my two favorites never gets old. This time we headed to the cute little Balboa Island where we rode ferries wheels, eat giant chocolate frozen bananas, and got to hang out in the quiet little harbor playing in the sand. Our day was mellow but oh so good, couldn’t get any more perfect.
When I read someone’s blog I like to read honest posts and more than just what they think people will like, I mean raw, personal, emotional real life stuff. I think they are so brave and are so much more interesting to read, they are usually the ones you can connect and relate to the most. I feel like I’ve done a pretty good job at keeping it real on here and being as honest as I can with you while still keeping some things personal and private about my life which I like (there’s a lot of unpublished drafts you guys will probably never read). But I was thinking about how I usually proof read my posts and make them pretty and nice for people to read, I figured what the hell, why not do a post about some of my inner most feelings that a lot of people don’t know about me, without sensoring any of them. It’s super scary but also feels so right, amiright ?! So with that said, here we go…
- When I see girls my age with expensive clothes and traveling to places most people don’t get the chance to, I assume their parents or someone else is buying it for them because with the job they have it doesn’t make sense and they probably just got lucky.
- When people tell me how pretty I am, I always think there’s way prettier people in the room.
- Some days I feel like I’m completely and totally failing and my goals are way too far fetched for someone like me.
- Sometimes I worry about what people think about me too much and sometime I’m worried I don’t care enough.
- I feel like I’ll never have enough money for the life I want, then I feel like I’m too materialistic because I like nice things.
- When girls post provocative pictures on social media I assume they are insecure and looking for attention.
- If people knew how many slices of toast I eat on a daily basis it would shock you.
- A lot of the time when people are rude I think, “kill em’ with kindness” but then I’m like “don’t let people walk all over you, have some respect for yourself!” Then I can’t decide..?!
Okay, I think that’s enough for now. Hope you all enjoyed reading my brain!
Last weekend, I attended the very first ever Babychella. It was so nuts ! Adorable babes in flower crowns and lots of activities everywhere you looked. It happened to be on one of the hottest days and was packed so I was happy I decided not to bring Callan. Plus, I actually had a chance to stop and look at all the cute shops and booths without worrying if my little boho babe was off chasing bubbles or something haha ! Anyways, I scored this adorable little handmade wooden camera for Callan and I got to meet the women who made it! That’s one of my favorite parts about shopping small businesses, because you really get to see who is behind all of it, its way more personal and meaningful.
When I saw this camera I knew Callan would love it, she’s always using our phones or something similar to pretend taking our picture, so I knew I couldn’t leave without it. If you want to get a camera for your own little one or someone you know might want one, head over to her site here, and check them out !
Also, I’ve received lots of messages about where Callans blue and white stripped shirt (worn in the pictures below) is from and it’s from a shop called Tot Mart, also a small shop we meet at Babychella. They have a ton of the cutest clothes, it was hard to narrow it down. You can shop them here.
If you guys haven’t already heard of the Carlsbad Flower Fields, then you’ve been missing out on some serious awe factor my friends. Covering fifty acres of Giant Tecolote Ranunculus flowers, in an array of the most beautiful natural bright colors, make up The Flower Fields. They are only in bloom for approximately six to eight weeks each year – from early March through early May – literally bringing the famous fields back to life. This annual burst of color, which has become part of the area’s local heritage, also is one of nature’s official ways of announcing the arrival of spring here in southern California.
This past week, me and my friend, Taylor, made a visit to see it in all its glory but since its still early and a lot of the flowers still need to bloom, only the North Field of the ranch was full. It actually ended up being pretty perfect because it wasn’t crowded with people and we got to just stop and hangout at our own leisure.
They have more than just a big field of flowers though,lots of neat succulents and they have fun things like a sweet pea flower maze, which is actually a bit of a challenge. Also, there is a cute playground for kids, which is a perfect picnic spot for families and lemonade stand (a must try by the way)! They even offer tours and wagon rides around the fields while they talk about the history, planting process and growing cycle, etc.
Okay, I try and keep it pretty real and positive on here for the most part (haven’t fully opened up about everything-not that ready to yet) but I have to talk about something that’s been really burning me up and can’t stop thinking about.
The other night while I was working, I ran into someone I used to hangout with for a little before I had Callan, went on a few dates here and there but just didn’t really click. Anyways, I was polite and asked how he has been and he said good. Then he gave me this weird look and asked me, “So, how’s the whole baby thing working out? Must be really hard.” In probably the most judgmental way possible. There are so many other ways you can ask about my child, (who is pretty much perfect without question) than to ask with a look in your face like I’ve made some sort of mistake or something. Nonetheless, I didn’t want to make a big deal about it, especially at work so I replied with a “really good, she’s seriously the best.” Then he goes on to say something along the lines of, “well there’s a difference between a good kid and and easy kid. I’m sure it’s pretty hard.”… I could not believe I was even having this conversation. I couldn’t help but laugh and walk away at that point.
First of all, Callan is seriously thee best thing that has ever happened in my life and I wouldn’t change a single thing about her, the timing, her father, nothing. She’s absolutely perfect and I’ve never once looked at her like she was some sort of burden or mistake. She only continues to make my life brighter and happier every single day. Secondly, sure we have some hard days and I’m not going to lie and say I’ve never sat in my car and cried when sometimes it gets to be a lot but I’m only human and sometimes you have to let it out in order to reset.
But to stand there and judge me like you know my life and assume it must be really hard because I’m a young mom who isn’t married or anything, is so just plain rude and naive. I have such an unbelievable support system and family who constantly shower Callan with love and wanting to help out. I have no need for that kind of negative energy in my life about something so positive like a child.
Maybe the ones who judge only think the way they do because they have never experienced the love a parent has for a child and can’t even wrap their head around what they are actually missing. You carry this blessing in your body, surrendering it to be stretched and expanded in way you didn’t think possible, for this little person you haven’t even met yet because you already have this crazy love for them right from the start. Then, you see their little face and all their tiny features, and can’t even fathom how you have created something so unbelievably perfect. It won’t be until you have a kid of your own that you begin to understand and appreciate why your parents did the things that they did and made the choices they did until you are holding this precious little mini version of yourself, and don’t know what you would do if anything bad happened to them.
So bottom line, don’t judge someone based on what statistics say or what you think is right, because in reality you have no idea. Boy bye.