Nicky Da B just gave me life…and a LOT of ass visuals. NSFW. But get into it anyway.

6 life crises. 6 leather jackets. Makes perfect sense.

I once thought that having a kid would completely invalidate my identity. All that hard work I did to finally accept who I was, completely obliterated in a sea of poopy diapers, sleeplessness and hours of yell-crying. I would cease being me and just be mom. It was a scary thought. It still is a scary thought.

I never wanted to be the woman so tied up in her kid’s life that she ends up not having one of her own. And so I blog. Still. It keeps me balanced and it’s nice to know some of you care enough to still read. Hi. Thanks.

This would be more appropriate in August when my lil corner of the internet turns 5. Maybe I’ll repost it then.

As for the boy, he’s almost two. He counts and recognizes letters – only capital letters, but still. Just now, he found Bubble Guppies in the Time Warner app with no assistance and is celebrating this achievement by bouncing wildly and applauding himself. I am rearing one of several technologically advanced super babies and it’s sort of freaking me out.

ag.Jc earrings

It’s tough to pull off simple and interesting at once.  This line balances the two quite well.

Hudson ‘Juliette’ jeans, Jean-Michel Cazabat shoes

Feeling like I’m hitting my stride.  I’ve gotten a lot better at choosing things that make me feel like I don’t need to go looking for anything else. Quest enders, if you will. I’m set for black jeans and pumps for a very long time.