how to be happy

the first trick to being happy is to fill your salad plate with brie, hummus, naan, and olive tapenade. shut up about a table because you don't need a table. just put it on your diaper genie like the cool kids do. now eat that shiz while you watch Isaac's Live Lip-Dub Proposal like fifteen twenty lost count times.

now, have a toddler, so that they can draw you this and your heart can explode out of your body:

and even if maybe you're smelly because you went to Hard Core Yoga tonight and got so sweaty you were blinded a few times. i mean like really weirdly sweaty. especially since you stopped wearing aluminum-based antiperspirants. well you know what? that lavanila (<-- world's best smelling deoderant) is masking your funk just fine. so don't you dare shower! showers are for tomorrows.

instead, look at these instagram pics of your freaking amazing children, drink that coke zero you picked up at carl's junior on the way home, believe your friend emmeline when she tells you it has no proven carcinogens, and then get some sleep, missy. xo

My Kid + Duplos = Like Paxil, Only More Addictive

So writing this post is like one of those moments where I seriously wish I'd made this blog anonymous. There are so many things I'd love to get off my chest right now (while screaming and crying and punching walls) and unfortunately I'm just not comfortable sharing everything on here because too many people I know (in real life) read this blog and I don't want to deal with it. Sorry to be so vague and emo, but there it is. Suffice to say I've been dealing with some disheartening stuff the past week which is why I haven't posted in a while.

You know what, though --> there's something absolutely surreal about being sad/depressed and being a mom at the same time. Because if I'm with Otto, just chilling or doing crafts or whatever normal mom stuff I have to be doing (because you can't stop being a good mom just because you find yourself in a bad mood) those moments with him elevate me out of my funk. Otto = the trump card.

And then we hit the Duplo Motherload...

Many of you know about my Nothing New resolution for 2011. So far I've been 100% on track and haven't spent any money on anything new for our household all year (yay, 3 weeks in and going strong). Well, we found out that this very cool Montessori family in town was moving to an island in the South Pacific (seriously, how amazing is that?) and selling almost all of their, well, everything. I went to this sale expecting to find a 2nd hand wooden abacus (I did!) and that kind of thing, but I didn't expect to hit the Duplo Motherload (but I did!)... So I'd love to share the "Otto/Lego therapy" that has been such a joy to Ot (kid's a Legomaniac) and therefore helped put a smile on my gloomy mug this week...


In this scene a convict has taken Grandpa hostage in the teepee on the hill, but the wolf and dalmation puppy tracked them down and cornered them until the Chief, his son Bear Rider, and Buzz Lightyear arrived to help.

 Something cool: Otto insists that all of his Duplo people have bathtubs and toilets, no matter what. Usually I'm kinda lazy about building the plumbing but the other day I put together this pretty amazing toilet (yes, I'm proud of this)...

How much do I love this kid? There are no words. You know what I mean? If you're a parent I totally know you do.

xoxo guys,
Lindsey