April, 2015

My Ode to Sweatpants

Processed with VSCOcam with t1 presetMy Dearest Sweatpants, oh how I love thee,

Recently you came under vicious attack by an obnoxiously bronzed celebrity, who is so beautiful it actually makes me angry, but no mind. She deemed you, “the number 1 cause of divorce…” in her slanderous attack. Not only only does this statistic seem grossly inaccurate, it’s just plain disrespectful. The poor gorgeous celebrity has of course since eaten her words, but alas, the damage was done…  Processed with VSCOcam with t1 presetI am writing to reassure you that despite such a heinous remark you are still much loved and appreciated by wives everywhere!!! Me included. You are soft, stretchy and can easily go from grocery store to nap. You don’t make me feel self conscious about my post-baby love handles. You are just as comfy after an entire Chipotle burrito and a bag of chips and gauc as you are after a morning run– [hahaha, but let’s be serious, I’m never running…yet you love me anyways] And as an added bonus, you can be removed with ease anytime the mood strikes and that makes you sexy as hell.

Processed with VSCOcam with t1 preset You are now more socially acceptable than ever with chic “loungewear” designs popping up everywhere from Loft to JCrew to Alexander Wang… So not only are you NOT the the number 1 cause of divorce, you’re cool AND sexy!!! Stay stretchy my love!

With the highest adoration,

Lauren Processed with VSCOcam with t1 preset

Yes, I love fashion AND my sweatpants. GASP! I have a ton of different styles, some more appropriate for leaving the house than others… Here are a few styles that I would love to add to my collection!!

Goin’ Back to Cali

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So after an extended vacation in the dirty south visiting family, the youngster and we have made it back to sunny California and once again reunited with The Captain. Our trip was a ton of fun and we got to see friends and family, a bunch met Mohawk for the first time. It was wonderful, but as it turns out, plane travel with a 6-7 month old is just as awful as you would imagine. The flight to Atlanta wasn’t terrible, but the flight home was THE WORST. I had to resort to giving him wipes containers and usb cords etc etc to keep him happy. I gladly passed him to strangers to give my poor arms a break… A 4 hour flight feels like 50 when your rugrat wants a change of scenery every 30 seconds. I appreciated the willing 25 year old Marine, Derrick, for holding him often and letting him slobber all over his Beats by Dre. And the high school student sitting next to him for bouncing him and letting him look out the window. And the flight attendant, whose name started with a C, who would take him every time she passed by. People really are good. I was so grateful. And they thought they were going to get to sleep!!! HA! Sleep!?! Who needs sleep!?!? Speaking of sleep, we haven’t been getting much in our house, so I apologize for the glacial pace at which I will be posting, but I’m back!