I heart Rachel Zoe

Ok am I the only one who just LOVES Rachel Zoe???  I die... I actually want to be her.  Well, not all of her.  I can go without the super skinny body.  But seriously her clothes, her hair, her vintage, even her lingo.  I want to call everything "maj" (short for major), I want a traveling hairstylist and makeup artist that make me look maj every single day, I want to be boho chic ALL the time, I want to carry around a Venti Starbucks drink 24/7 and I want to boss my husband around all day like he is my bitch.  Sorry Rodger, but you kind of are Rachel's biotch...  And seriously who wouldn't want her closet, I think I just peed my pants thinking about it.  Anyway, the point of all of this is I cannot get over how bad I feel for her son.  It is very cute that he is actually a live doll to her, but there is no way an active toddler wants to wear linen pants, a collared shirt under a blazer with a fedora.  I find myself wondering how many times he outfit changes, because I don't know about "Sky- Sky" but Zaiden looks like a hot mess at the end of the day.  I mean, stains on his onesie, sticky strands of hair, raw knees from crawling and drool 24/7.  Now, in his .99 cent Gerber onesie I don't mind, but if he was wearing an $85 Burberry jumper... I would literally die.  Plus, I don't know about anyone else out there but I just want him to be comfortable.  We save being fashionable for holidays, or parties or hanging with friends.  And even then I feel bad the whole time because he looks sooooo uncomfortable.  Deep down I hope he is a little vain when he gets older and dresses nice and takes care of himself, but for now I just want him to be a baby.  I believe in fashion, and I really believe in fashionable young boys, but I am also realistic that no matter how much I want to train Zaidie to be fashion forward, the day will come when I lay out a pair of slim jeans, with a cool v-neck and a hat to match and he is going to come walking out in pajama pants with an Elmo shirt and rain boots on... Ahhhh... C'est la vie

That does not look like a happy Skyler to me there, but I am in love with Rachel's outfit!

Hor... Mones

     I mean, really?!  Where does one even start when it comes to the roller coaster that is a woman's hormones on an average day, let alone a pregnant woman, a nursing mom or just a new mom for that matter.  There are days where the diarrhea that comes out of my mouth is mind boggling.  It is like an outer body experience.  I sometimes feel as if I am losing my mind, and to be told that it is completely normal makes it all the more frustrating.  You know your emotions are getting the best of you when you find solace in Words with Friends.  There are times when BD (that's baby daddy) is just saying hello and at that precise moment I feel like I could rip his eyeballs out, like RIP his eyeballs out... I'm pretty sure I get the crazy face going too and that's usually the end of the conversation because even he can see it is going nowhere. I'm also pretty sure I have blamed BD for all my shortcomings, cried while watching Sprout with my son, cried at the grocery store, cried in my car, cried with the baby, cried at the baby, cried to my mom and of course cried in Target. I have cried a lot since the boy was born, all because of hormones. All because it just wasn't enough that I gave my body up for my baby I also need to give up my sanity. I long for days with no tears, a perkier ass and boobs and maybe surgery where I can shave off some of these child bearing hips.  Still, I will settle just to have my sanity back and I am pretty sure that is all BD would like back as well, and obviously he would like the perkier body parts.

 Oh and on a side note- to all my friends reading this that don't have kids yet, it is totally worth it... I promise.