Happy 3rd Birthday Nicholas!

My sweet Nicholas,

    This birthday is a special one. All who know and love you are so thankful to have you here, doing as well as you are, and filling our lives with so much love and happiness. I can't wait to see you in just a few short weeks...I still can't believe how fast these three years have flown by. You are my hero darling boy and I love you with everything I got!

   Happy Birthday! 





































To read more about Nicholas, his family and his battle with SMA, check out their family blog!


Keith and Lynds have a plus one!

This January I was tired, realllly tired. But who isn't? January marks the organizing of a new year, the coming down from the holidays, and for me, a big breath of air after a busy work season. But there was something more to this fatigue; we soon discovered I wasn't only making room for 2011, but our first child. 
Time stood still that day. We made breakfast with dumb grins slapped across our faces, watched each other with new wonder and love, and mostly, attempted to wrap our heads around the world we just fell into.


Keith and Lyndsey are having a baby.

My first trimester was no walk in the park. I had these mother earth kind of expectations...funny, how in the WORLD could I assume to know what all this might be like!? 
I was nauseous all the time, I slept like a bear, and when possible lived in my tub with oranges to snack on and books to read. I cried a lot too...mostly happy tears sprung from random TV commercials, music on the radio, or when I'd get off the phone with friends and family I miss terribly. Please don't get me wrong...under it all was a wash of excitement and a happiness that I could conceivably drown in. But again, I was not expecting the roll tide of emotions that marked this glorious step in our lives.

 I watched my tummy in the mirror like a hawk, waiting for some indication that someone was making a nice cozy home in there...but nothing. 



Then one morning I woke up and didn't need to put my head in the toilet. In fact, I felt like I could run around the block a few times!! I padded to the bathroom and BAM, there it was: baby Yeomans was starting to show. What a blessing week 13 was.

We are now at 16 weeks, and what everyone says is true: the second trimester is heaven. I can eat, work out, have a social life again, and enjoy the new found vigor Keith and I share in renovating every inch of our four walls. We are almost half way there and that much closer to meeting our little babe...wow, life really is amazing.

To be continued...

XoXo,
L

* Also, a very BIG thank you to all of my clients who patiently rode the sick wave with me : ) You are all the absolute best, and I can't thank you enough!

Polaroid, projects, and peas...

For the holidays my grandmother gifted me a book that I "inhaled" as 
she inscribed I would...
A Homemade Life
by Molly Wizenberg

A charming memoir about a girl, food, family and  how she made all
of them work for her as a J-O-B. In the book she starts by sharing
where the tale takes professional root:

Orangette




A food blog full of hearthy warmth, stories from her family's kitchen and her growth along the way. I was looking at her blog the other day, and was pleased to see some stunning food photography...on POLAROIDS! 





I'm in a bit of a Polaroid kick these days, having just designed a polaroid save the date for my dear friends Brian and Ashley myself, 
I felt inspired to take on my own polaroid love.

For 2011's photo project, I have decided to create a collection of
polaroids as the months go by. Super simple, no real big meaning
lying around anywhere...just life as it is. I feel like we never really know what the big meanings are till time gifts us 
perspective to see it anyhow...so here we are:

January 2011

*Burbank hills, CA

This will be my homage to keeping it simple this year. Being present 
is the new multi-tasking ; )

“A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.”
- Maya Angelou

Cheers to keeping it real, polaroids, and of course,
Ms. Angelou.


Xo
L