Bonne année

Hope you and yours party like it's 1999.

Someone needs to make a new song.

Maybe I'll put that on my to do list.

Now THIS....

Is something I miss about living in Los Angeles.

There is NO WAY I could wear an outfit like this with all this crap snow on the ground!

And I have all the pieces to make it work-so frustrating!

Don't get me wrong, when I lived there, I longed for sweaters, and coats, and am very happy that they are back in my life, I just can't handle the footwear issue!!

Sick of wellies, and I will ONLY wear uggs in the house.

What's a gal to do???

On top of it all it's only DECEMBER.

Bah humbug.

Not the easiest to configure with a seat belt

But I heart this cape none the less.

Wore this get up to the movies with the Mister.

We saw nine.

Save your money and time. SO disappointed!

I could go on and on, but I won't...well, maybe later.

BE STILL MY HEART

And somebody wipe the drool from my face!!!

This coat is BEYOND!!!!!!

I might text her later to see if I can borrow it.

Winter GREAT

So my bff Nicole Richie is launching her clothing line, Winter Kate, Spring 2010.

She and I are like 2 peas in a pod: babies, a jewelry line, a rock star husband, and now, clothing.

Umm....well 2 out of 4 isn't bad.

And neither is her clothing line.

It doesn't knock me outta the park, though there are some good pieces.

It helps having toothpick Traina as her model.

I am kinda lusting over number 10 though.

can i have some more, sir?

This was the Christmas eve feast:

Espresso rubbed steaks from my gal, Ina.

Rosemary potatoes from a woman that just might have clogged arteries.

Steamed carrots with butter and dill.

Zaca Mesa Syrah that knocked my socks off.

Dessert was spiked Shatto egg nog with fresh nutmeg.

The steak recipe was from House Beautiful, and for whatever reason, I can't find it on the web. If anyone wants the recipe, lemme know.

Off to the treadmill now.

never gonna give you up

and iiiiieiiiiieiiiiiiiieeeeee...will always love you.

i have room in my heart...

...for you, georgia jagger.

and NOT just because i heart your daddy.

we will rock you.

you haven't been a huge snuggle bunny.

i have tried.

almost forced it--but you always win.

everything changed a week or two before you turned one.

out of the blue, after your routine bottle-before-nap/bed, you want to snuggle. like you mean it.

it goes something like this:

you finish your bottle, we give you your paci, and then depending on your mood, you either like to snuggle on my shoulder, or laying across my chest.

your father and i are LIVING for it.

tonight you let me rock you for 25 minutes! i even started drooling!!

i know that this won't last forever--i am guessing you'll outgrow it somewhere around the time that you start driving, right???

4th of July??

After looking at these pictures, the get up looks more 4th of July than Christmas, no?

Anyway, the Mr. and I made an insane meal, shared an even more insane bottle of wine, and RELAXED on Christmas Eve.

We even sat in the dining room, and ate of the dishes that needed hand washing.

Who's fancy?

blouse:vintage

necklaces: vintage

boyfriend jeans: f21

shoes:target

Rewind....

This was us last year.....

And here we are today. Much saner. And Addison looks human.

Merry CHRISTmas.

Pondering...

...this time last year.

it was insane.

beyond insane.

add was just a few days old.

every new baby is an adjustment. your life changes completely, yadda yadda yadda.

throw in some major feeding difficulties, and NO sleep, and you are wishing someone would just commit you. i know most parents are sleep deprived when they bring their little one's home, but i am talking, feeding and pumping every two hours around the clock. for realz. NO sleep.

needless to say, i was completely oblivious to Christmas happening. i was lucky if i could take a shower for rudolph's sake.

fast forward one year, and Christmas is here in a whole new way.

the mister and i are working on developing some new traditions of our own-such as both of us waking with the boy early Christmas morning to read him the true story of what the day means-the Barefoot Contessa's espresso rubbed steaks, and lots of egg nog (and lactaid).

It's a different feeling-the Holiday's with a little one. I love it.

Except the not sleeping in part.

And the Winner is....

Moi??

I never win anything-well, aside from that 5th grade Halloween contest. I went as Madonna, and won five bucks. Oh, and then there was the time I won that "FEED" bag designed by Laura Bush at Whole Foods......

Getting back to the point. My dear, sweet friend Mel chose me as one of her favorite bloggers. I am blushing (it's NARS Desire, by the way). THANKS MEL!!!

So, here are my top 10- favorite- I MUST read everyday- blogs:

scout

the concrete catwalk

merci blah blah

huffmania

loverly

grace's birdcage

jak and jill

atlantis home

the glossy

smitten kitchen

design crush

okay, that's techinically 11---so I have a problem, so what?

There are New Year's Resolutions for that.

Just like The artist formerly known as.....

I would die for you.

It's that time of day.....

Off to happy hour with my blog sistah-well, half of her.