DILFery

Johnny Depp- Talented, mysterious and handsome (and slightly pirate-y) DILF.



Dave Grohl- Rockin' DILF.


Paul Rudd- Hilarious and endearing (and seemingly ageless) DILF. He gets extra DILF points considering he named his son Jack! A DILF that can agree with me!


Paul McCartney- Sir DILF


Jason Bateman- NOT A CHICKEN DILF.


Julian Casablancas- Strokes DILF

And my personal favorite-

Jason Schwartzman- Record havin', porn 'stache rockin', music makin' DILF!

All images from here.

So take heed men. Your hotness level isn't about the car you buy it's about your willingness to rock a Bjorn and own it.

To the DILFs of the world- I salute you.

The (pre) Pre-K Took My Baby Away

We all woke up early today, Jack already bouncing off the walls in a way I wish I could replicate without the aid of prescription drugs or caffeine. That's one of my favorite things about children- they arise every morning without hangups. I wondered if he knew what exactly was to come. He would be going to pre-school/daycare, introduced to a new world and saying goodbye to the one he'd grown accustom to for the last three years. Me.

I prepared for this. Reenacted the scene in my mind for a week and reminded myself of WHY he's going, counting the good reasons and remembering that this was inevitable. What I hadn't prepared for was the silence.

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Five years ago I got "this too shall pass" in latin inscribed on my hip indelibly with ink. I was going through a hard time and found comfort in those four simple words. I said them in my head, hoping with all my might that I wasn't saying them in vain. I made some questionable decisions as a teen but this one I cherish because it's true. "This too shall pass..."

I thought this when I got down. I thought this when I was sick of being pregnant and when pregnancy got sick of me I thought about this in the throes of labor.

Not only does it help me through the hard times but it reminds me of the good. To stop and cherish them. "This too shall pass..."

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In parenthood the days are long and the years are short. When I opened the door to hand Jack off to his teachers I remembered the day when nurses handed him off to me. And our life began. I nursed him as an infant and spent days staring at him. I soothed his swollen gums and stayed up late with him. I got frustrated and cried and I got overwhelmed with love and cried some more. And when I wasn't looking, when I blinked, he grew up. Our own little world filled with days in the park, sandwiches with crusts cut off, tiny toy cars and coloring books started to shrink as his own world just started to expand. I took stage right as his spotlight brightened.

"We'll be back soon! I love you!"

I turned and walked out as fast as I could and resisted the urge to look back. Got in the car and turned up the CD player as loud as I could handle it to fill the now empty back seat and my head.

"This too shall pass..."

And it has. It does, everyday. Pregnancy, infancy, toddlerhood, pain, childhood, long afternoons with his hand in mine, faces pink under the sun, elementary school...this too shall pass. All of it bittersweet.


And so, it is off to his own adventures. The chrysalis has been broken. He'll fly fine on his own. I just hope I can do the same.

Friday Fondue

I had about three posts I wanted to write. I've been taking Sudafed lately for a sinus infection and it's left me with energy out the yang! I can see why they keep that stuff behind the counter. However, all of it has been spent elsewhere. I'm starting a new job, Jack will be going to pre-school Monday (WTFOMGWHEREDIDMYBABYGOOOOO*TEARS*?!?!), we'll be headed up to Phoenix Saturday for one of my dear friends' burlesque debut and laundry. Oh, the laundry I need to catch up on...
Anyway, it's Friday! There's always that period at the end of the week to embrace right? Let's hug it out.

I lurve the hell out of this print.
I'm not entirely sure how I feel about these sandals. I think I'm leaning towards "hell yes".
Duvet cover coveting.
And a perfect summer dress (yes, I got a little UO crazy).
Cool craft project for the mini chime lover in your life.
How fun would it be to swim with a manatee?!
Word.
Beautiful birthing scene photos. They almost brought a tear to my eye.
We've all been there.
My new-totally-bad-for-me-super-awesome-time guilty pleasure.
Pretty offices.
Dreamy bathroom.
Good idea for a patio. Perfect for Tucson sunset sitting!
Easy and delicious snack idea.
Screaming for this ice cream (or at least loudly asking politely for).
The Tucsonan in me LOVES this cake.
Gorgeous photo sesh (the one with them on the blanket w/the record player is my fav!).
This has been my mantra for my week (and for many more to come).



Musica of the week!
"A Summer Thing" by Oregon Bike Trails
"I've Just Seen A Face" by Ludella Black (Awesome Beatles cover!)
"The Headmaster Ritual" by The Smiths, covered by Radiohead!
"Gold Teeth" by Man Man OR "Feathers" by Man Man (I couldn't decide, I have a thing for pianos).
"To Fail You" by Low Skies (I used to listen to this on the bus on my way to school, it breaks my heart in the best kind of way).
AND! My FAVORITE. It makes my insides feel like shooting stars- "Ashes To Ashes" by Warpaint (David Bowie cover...you can see why I love it so, yes?)

Hope you all have a fantastic weekend! I'll keep the light on for you.

The End Of A Hair-a

"A woman's hair is her crowning glory."

I suppose that COULD be true. Hair is a funny thing. It's amazing how much we tend to hold on to it. A security blanket that we place a lot of stock in. Bad hair days giving us strife, good ones giving us confidence.

For the last three years I had tried to grow out my hair.

"I don't want to let myself go", I thought, after having Jack. Growing out my hair seemed like the right route to take to ensure that. Because long hair meant effort. It meant options. I clung to it, thinking it made me sexier, less "mom-like".


I dyed it red. A color of confidence, whether I truly had it or not. Turning the bathtub into a horror movie scene every three months or so, I changed my hairs chemistry and swore that, in turn, it changed mine.

I walked into the salon ready. I had had enough. I handed the hairdresser my desired hairstyle and she went to work. Down, one by one, inches worth of hair fell. Freeing up my shoulders, taking away damaged hair and split ends I would be found picking at like a fiend. I breathed.

I've carried a lot on my head the last three years. Growing things out all around. Changing, learning, pushing forward to get to a place that I can look upon with a smile, contentment, pride.

She clipped away, for about forty minutes she worked, cutting away piece after piece, examining and cutting again. And when it was over I smiled, thanked her, tipped her and headed to my car.

"I let myself go" I thought, only this time it meant something entirely different. I freed up my back, my neck, my shoulders, yes, but I also freed up myself. I felt more womanly than I have in a long time. I wasn't hiding behind anything anymore.



And I'm not hiding behind anything anymore. Not even myself.

On the birth of your daughter

Dearest friend/new father,
May you braid flowers in her hair and let her keep the strays she brings home, and she will bring them. Our hearts are made to take in the poor, stranded, sad. You will be amazed at how much so.
She will cry and scream and curse you. Stay there. Understand. Give her time.
She will have her heart broken. It will make her stronger if you give her the foundation in which to flourish.
She will have good days and bad days. Days where the tears stream for unknown reasons or for reasons all too obvious.
Let her wear a tutu to the dinner table, her favorite bathing suit in the bathtub. Let her dream the wildest dreams and don't forget your own.
Let her blow bubbles in her milk. Laugh with reckless abandon. Give her chocolate for no reason other than you're happy to see her face. You will be. Everyday.
She is made of you and the woman you love. Stardust and years of a tender love that radiates under the chests of millions. She is precious. She is love.



Congrats Rene and Megan. Welcome to the rest of your lives.

Hair Muse

I finally accepted it- I need a haircut. I've been trying to grow out this mess of a mane for about three years now (getting it trimmed/touched up every six months or so) but it's reached a sad state. My ends are fried and I've dyed it far too much (been dying it red consistently for a couple years and since red fades out fast, I've been dying it a lot). But! I'm ready now. Cute bob here I come! My inspiration- Annie Monroe (of The Like).




Also, is The Like not the cutest/hot girl band you've ever seen?! I mean...c'mon-


This cut will likely spawn a vintage hat thrifting obsession and regular red lipstick wearing.

Friday Fondue- Stubborn Swede Edition

Now, not all Swedes are stubborn, I just used to hear my grandmother calling my grandfather "that stubborn Swede" enough times and it has been ingrained in my head. Plus, I also happen to be a tad stubborn, so maybe...?...I digress.
Anyway, I happen to love a good 'ol Swede/Scandinavian aesthetic. So I figured I'd share some of my favorite Swede related findings from the web.

I would love these dresses for my errand running.
Badass car for kids (albeit a tad pricey)
They will be mine...oh yes...they will be mine.
Funny and cute (and also my favorite candy for obvious reasons!).
Add this to the list of things "For My Future Daughter" (I'm losing my mind...seriously).
This too...
Prints (for the kitchen)! Prints (for the bedroom)! Prints (for the baby)!
A VEGAN Swedish Meatball recipe?! WHAAA?!? Although I won't hold it against you if you MUST have them the way grandma made 'em!
Swedish Street Style and some more...
Swedish girls who don't look Swedish (I feel this since I AM half Mexican after all...I got the dark hair and ability to tan (my mother burns), whereas my brother basically looks like a teenage Dolph Lundgren)

Some sweet Swede tunes-
"Can't Hurry Love"- The Concretes
"Young Folks"- Peter, Bjorn and & John
"Black and Blue"- Miike Snow
"Heaven's On Fire"- The Radio Dept.
"Our Own Pretty Ways"- First Aid Kit
"Play It For Today"- The Legends
"Hate To Say I Told You So"- The Hives
"Dancing Queen"- Abba (I HAD too!)

Now, the question remains- have you hugged a Swede today?