the first day of spring.

Spring is here! Spring is here! It's finally starting to warm up during the day but there's still that chill in the air when the sun goes down. Spring always has me looking forward to the rest of the year. It's like a reset button for the year with all the flowering plants and greenery looking more and more lush each day.

And with all this on the brain, I can't help but daydream of all the pretty things.

Wouldn't this vintage inspired bag be perfect for picnics?

A statement making maxi for an al fresco dinner date.

A vibrant spring farmers market salad.

A gorgeous quilt perfect for taking naps in the park.

And lastly, this crisp bottle of rosé. Because, yes way rosé.

Hope everyone has a great beginning of the week and a wonderful start to spring! Happy Monday, everyone!


la famiglia

I know this is a stupidly late 'Happy New Year' post. I know that I've fallen so far behind in blogging. I know that I don't really have any excuses except that I've been feeling really kind of meh when it came to my blog. But I've been getting the itch to do this again and I really wanted to share these photos of our New Year's Day when our family visited us here in Atlanta, at our new home. The kids (all five of them!) love each other so much and although they only see each other but once or twice a year, it was heartwarming to see them together without missing a beat. And, of course, it's always great to see my brother-in-law James and his wife, my sister-friend and confidante Ebony. My father-in-law stopped by and hung out with all his grandkids, too! Pizzas were made! Dance parties were had! Puddle jumping was done! And all of this was captured through the fantastic lens of my dear friend Kaleen.

Their visit was one that still makes me smile. While the kids all went to bed, the adults stayed up with cocktails and bottles of wine. We told stories, we got a sitter and had a kid-free double date night out in our neighborhood. We caught up on life, we laughed until we cried and it made the world feel more whole again. So, three and a half months into 2017, Happy New Year!

[NOTE: I had great plans, guys, great plans to start blogging more regularly in 2017. I had all these ideas that I just wanted to get down but when I managed to eek out some time to sit quietly with my thoughts, something else came up or needed my attention. Sometimes (most times, quite honestly), I just didn't feel like it. But why?

I felt like my posts were stagnant. I felt like I had nothing new to contribute. I felt like a lot of what I had to say would be going into an echo chamber. I mean, what could I say that would be of interest right now? It seemed frivolous to write about travel daydreams or a new spring trend I was noticing or even to just write about mundane, everyday family life.

Then I thought, you know what? Maybe I should! Maybe I shouldn't think too hard about this because, at the end of the day, this blog's whole purpose was to just put my thoughts some place and if you wanted to know about them, then great! If not, move along. While the internet is a place for incredible sources of information, it is also currently a place where so much negativity is available at the click of a link. So, maybe I should write some more and add to the frivolity, if it means making people smile and forget about the weight of the world.]


the future is now.

It’s been one week since the election and I can’t really say that my feelings have warmed to our new president-elect. I’ve been struggling with a way to accept, with an open mind, who will guide our great nation for the next four years and I can’t say that the outlook is rosy.

There are those who keep asking me and others who voted against him to “just give him a chance” but that is an incredibly hard pill to swallow given the multiple accounts he was a blatant racist, sexist, xenophobe, homophobe, fraud and liar. He is accused of sexual assault from a dozen women. He has cheated people out of their jobs. He has bragged about not paying federal income taxes. He has ranked women on a scale of one to ten. He has insulted literally every demographic out there. And yet, I am to “give him a chance”? I’m not name-calling him. I’m not passing judgment. I’m describing a man who has proven himself to be all these things. When he calls all Mexicans “rapists”, I’m sorry, but me calling him a racist doesn’t make me wrong. When he degrades women, it’s not wrong for me to call him a misogynist. If I were blindly forming these opinions about him with no evidence to stand on, I would definitely be in the wrong. But the fact remains, he has done these things over and over and over again with little to no consequence and the worst part is, he has tapped into a really dark niche group of people who actually agree with him and his platform to “make America great again.” I just didn’t know that in making America great, that meant that we would undo every single progressive movement we’ve had in the last fifty years. I didn’t realize that validating the violation of human rights was what a step in making us “great again”. And now? He just appointed a white nationalist who has been heavily lauded by the KKK as well as the American Nazi Party. We aren’t moving forward; we are sadly regressing.

Am I screaming into a vacuum? An echo chamber?

Are there those who want to silence me because I am unrelenting when it comes to decency and human rights? Am I being too opinionated? Am I just as bad in calling out homophobia/xenophobia/sexism/racism/misogyny/etc.? What’s the alternative? To be passive? To ride out the next four years with nothing but hope? My seatbelt is already fastened but it’s already as tight as it can be and I still don’t feel safe.

I am a mother. A woman. A person of color. I am the daughter of immigrants. I am raising two mixed-race children. I am educated. I am passionate. And I cannot sit on the sidelines doing nothing while the shitshow happens in front of me. No, I am not overreacting. No, I’m not too sensitive. I’m just trying to digest the poison that’s being shoved down my throat and trying not to gag. I’m choking back tears for my children when the future that lies right in front of them is nothing more than an inexperienced weak businessman who legitimizes bullying and assault. So realistically, what can I do? What can we do?

We can flood the phone lines of our representatives, senators, congressmen and congresswomen. We can email them. We can have our voices heard. We can call out ignorant behavior when we see it. We can stand up for less privileged groups of people. We can say no to silence. In staying silent, we are just enabling it all to crumble. We can teach our children good from bad, right from wrong. We can teach them to stand up for themselves. We can teach them kindness, compassion, empathy and openness. We have to show love and at the same time show strength. We have to teach our boys that they are not better than girls. We have to teach our girls that they can do anything. We have to teach consent. We have to teach them that their voices and their votes and their opinions matter
. We have to. We have to. We have to.


34 things.

Thirty-four. That's the number of years that are now under my belt. And it's also the first time that I've actually felt ...old. Let me explain.

You know how when you were a kid, each birthday felt like an enormous event that required celebrating? How every passing year meant that you were that much closer to being allowed to do certain things that only grown-ups could do? How it felt monumental and colossal and above all else, it was the most important day of the year? As I get older, birthdays have evolved. Sure, there are still those milestone years -- 18, 21, 25, 30 -- and parties are planned with copious amounts of both friends and cocktails. And perhaps for some, every birthday is meant to be celebrated in that grand way. But for me, they've become more subdued, intimate. They're simpler and, to be honest, I'm embracing the whole less-is-more thing.

Wellllll...last week was my birthday and after a celebratory dinner of cheap tacos and boozy margaritas from the no-frills neighborhood family-run Mexican restaurant next door, I'm feeling all the feels as I embark on another year, another trip around the sun. And here are 34 things I've learned along the way.
  1. Try as you might, time stops for no one. The best thing to do is to keep up with it.
  2. Friends come and go and when they do, it's ok to say good-bye. In fact, it's sometimes necessary.
  3. I really hate doing laundry. Loading, washing, drying, folding, putting it away. All of it. I. Really. Hate. It.
  4. Listening to your kids laugh through a closed door is one of the best sounds in the world.
  5. There is an art to fighting fair. I am still trying to master it.
  6. Sometimes, parents disappoint you.
  7. One day, I will be the parent that disappoints my children.
  8. A glass (or, let's be real, two or three) of wine at the end of the day can do wonders.
  9. Cooking alone while the kids are napping and really throwing myself into a meal is my moment of zen.
  10. I shamelessly enjoy watching 'The Bachelor' / 'The Bachelorette' no matter how many unrealistic helicopter rides and tropical getaways they have.
  11. I feel incredibly lucky to love and to be in love with my husband.
  12. My children have tested my patience more than I ever thought possible. There are days when I literally feel like I'm losing my mind.
  13. After growing up in Florida, I thought it would be impossible not to live near a beach. It's not.
  14. I can sometimes be an anti-social extrovert, if that makes sense.
  15. I abhor traffic. Like, really really can't stand it. You guys have no idea.
  16. Coffee is far superior to tea. Always.
  17. I still don't think I could ever live in the suburbs.
  18. I crave living in the city.
  19. Politics have turned into an enormous shit show that I become more and more invested in the older I get.
  20. Exercise is actually so important.
  21. Carbs are NOT the devil.
  22. Everything in moderation; balance is key.
  23. Time alone is crucial for personal reflection and growth.
  24. I'm learning how to bake despite the fact that I'm not a desserts/sweets person.
  25. Lying down on a picnic blanket in the grass on a sunny breezy day is truly one of life's simplest and best pleasures.
  26. I believe in cosmic energy, spirits and otherworldly beings.
  27. ...but I'm not sure about one god and that one god being a man.
  28. Sometimes, building a blanket fort and hiding in it with your kids is all you want to do all day. And then you actually do it and it feels pretty amazing.
  29. I'm pretty sure (and by "pretty sure" I mean 99.99999999999% certain( that we are done having children; we already have a boy and a girl and two is great. (In all honesty, we just don't want to be outnumbered.)
  30. We are a fearless foursome.
  31. I have dreams of my family spending a summer in a sleepy Italian beachside town. One day, I believe it will happen.
  32. Music can completely change your mood.
  33. I'm braver than I thought I was.
  34. I'm more ready now for whatever happens in life than I've ever been before.
That might've been a little TL;DR, but there it is. It might just be my best year yet.


motherhood musings.

It's been raining non-stop for exactly one whole week in Atlanta now. I thought that seasonal affective disorder was kind of an exaggeration, but the greyness coupled with the incessant raindrops in the last week are enough to make me a believer. But honestly, it's not just the weather that's making me feel a little less than fabulous today. It's because I'm exhausted.

Before I get into it, let me put this on the table: having a brand new baby around is an amazing and beautiful thing. It tugs at your heart strings, tests every fiber of your patience, makes you question how good you actually are at taking care of another tiny being (let alone yourself) and leaves you bleary-eyed and foggy. It's a magical experience to witness their first smiles or laughs. To figure out what makes them happy and sad. To have your heart explode with love over and over and over. It's realizing that everything you thought you wanted suddenly is so unimportant or is less important because the needs of your child far surpass anything you could have ever imagined. And then they start crawling and walking and talking and before you know it, you've got a toddler who can hold conversations with you and use reason and logic to figure things out. It is mind-blowing and awesome. I wouldn't ever trade this life in for something else. I am a stay-at-home mom and I am proud of that. I'm thankful for the honor and privilege I have to be able to raise two kids while my husband works his ass off to make sure we have the lifestyle we have. I'm grateful that I can go about my day in pajamas or sweatpants or some combination of that repeated wardrobe choice. I can have dirty hair and no make-up and smell like some weird fragrance of breastmilk and baby poop and not worry that my kids will think any less of me. (I'm really selling being a SAHM, aren't I?)

Yet, despite the love I have for what I do, there are days when all I want to do is throw in the towel, hide under my blanket and quit. Were you expecting me to say that? Doesn't everyone hate their job at least sometimes? Surely, there isn't someone who loves what they do 24 hours a day. Right?

Real talk: raise your hand if you've had or are having a shitty day at work. I'll be honest. I'm having a one today, only I'm not at work. I'm at home with the kids. And this isn't a job. It's life. It's being a parent. But for the sake of keeping it linear and clear-cut, let's call it a job. I "work" in a place with two very demanding people under the age of five. I'd like to think I'm "self-employed" or that I'm their "boss", but who am I kidding? I'm actually working for them. I'm each child's personal assistant, chauffeur, nanny, nurse, chef, pal and teacher. It's not like they're super chill, either. Anaïs goes from zero to sixty in five seconds flat and Akira is a ticking time bomb when he isn't fed in a timely fashion. I can't take fifteen minutes of time to myself in a break room and have a silent lunch. And I'm left feeding one of them every 2-3 hours. Think about that for a second. What other activity in life do you have to do every 2-3 hours? A girlfriend of mine pointed that out and reminded me that we don't do anything for ourselves every 2-3 hours. Nothing! When one naps, the other needs my undivided attention whether its for help opening her play-doh, help finding a dress-up toy or just wanting me to sit with her to talk about everything and nothing at the same time. I don't walk out the door and blend in with the rest of the world and feel autonomous for a few hours a day. No, when I walk out the door to run errands, my "bosses" come along--one in the carseat that I'm carrying on one arm and a toddler on my other side constantly tugging at some part of my body. Along with midwives, doulas, doctors, nurses and other medical professionals, who else is on-call 24 hours a day, 7 days a week? You guessed it: mothers! Then there's the constant cleaning. Oh, my god, the cleaning. It's like you are picking up and straightening up the house after an all-night rager that you weren't even invited to. All day. Every day. Not only do I have to keep both eyes on each child simultaneously (oh, it takes talent, trust me), the rest of our daily living still needs to be maintained. Dinner still has to be made. The laundry still has to be done. And the vacuum cleaner still has to be run.

It's a total cliché--feeling like the over-tired, under-appreciated, oft-overlooked mom. I see it. And I'm cringing as I write this. I never thought I'd actually sit here and write something remotely resembling this. I've read and enjoyed and related to many a post about being a SAHM. But I never thought I'd be one to join the circle of women who shared the same sentiments.

Yet!! YET, (and please let me be brutally honest here) for all of those times that I've felt invisible, there are an equal amount of times (or more) when I've felt invincible. There are moments when everything just clicks and the days flow seamlessly. Those are the days that feel victorious. Those are the days that remind me of why I chose to stay at home. Those are the days that encourage me to keep doing what I'm doing. Those are the ones that make me feel like even though I'm not winning any bread, I am molding and shaping two humans. People. Members of society. Those are the days when I pat myself on the back for "doing a good job". I don't get a biweekly paycheck directly deposited into my bank account. I don't get a bonus based on performance. I mean, I don't even get a performance review (which, honestly, I'd love to get from my three-year-old). But I do get "paid" in hugs and kisses and love and everything intangible but genuinely heartfelt. So maybe I'm harder on myself than I should be because I expect to be able to just do it. I place those expectations on myself to be able to run a household and take care of children because it's what I want to do. It's what I choose to do. And it's what I love to do.

Except today. I don't love what I do today. And that's totally ok.


adventures in motherhood.

You guys. There is a tiny little boy napping. In his crib. In his room and I am actually hands-free and writing this post! Call me crazy, but that is a feat in and of itself. In our first week, we were thrown through the ringer with seemingly endless nights, wailing banshee cries, "threenager" management and getting our sea legs back at this whole new-baby-in-the-house thing. Not gonna lie, it's been challenging to say the least. Sleep deprivation and exhaustion are a pretty tough combination to live through fueled with lots of coffee, but something we keep reminding ourselves of is that this is temporary. This is temporary.

My friend Kaleen asked if she could take some photos of us as a newly formed family of four, so ten days into it, she came over and caught a behind-the-scenes glimpse into what our new life looks like. Don't be fooled by the peaceful beauty these photos evoke! Keep in mind that juggling a newborn and a toddler is complete and utter chaos. Yet, she had a way of making everything look dreamy, serene and magical.

Now, five weeks later, dare I say we're handling this new(ish) lifestyle like a boss? No, Akira isn't sleeping through the night yet. Yes, we are still tired beyond belief. But all of this is not for naught. All of this is what grounds us and makes us want to be better parents, maybe even better people. In the few minutes of quiet that we have between naps or feedings or both, it's what brings Jesse and me closer together knowing that we are in it together and making it all happen. Because you know what? These early days will eventually fade and it will all seem like a blur. Those newborn coos, that fresh baby smell, the absence of imminent sibling rivalry--all of that will one day disappear. No matter how difficult it feels in that moment, I know that we as a family are always about to turn a corner and reach some sort of milestone. For now, we just have to keep on keepin' on, one cup pot of coffee at a time.

P.S. I am now chronicling my Adventures in Motherhood over at Pregnancy & Newborn! Won't you read along? Find my first post here.

PHOTOS COURTESY OF KALEEN ENKE (follow her on Instagram!)


welcome to the world, little man.

Akira Fujiki Clark
12 August 2015 | 1:59 pm
9 pounds 4 ounces | 21 inches long

Say hello to the newest member of our small but fierce gang.
We are all so in love.
(Read his birth story here.)