Here Comes Another One

Here Comes Another One

Hello blog! Wow it sure has been a while. I knew that it had been months since the last time I was here but finally, after re-surfacing back into the digital world, I was actually surprised to notice that my last post was on Mother’s Day. Time can really go fast without you even noticing it. But it’s also kind of fitting that this next post has a rather special connection to my last (and I seriously did not plan it this way. Honest.). Want to take a guess from the photo above? And nope that’s not a gigantic food baby that I’ve accumulated in my belly these past months (although there may be traces of pizza and other shameful takeouts stashed in there too from all of my weekend cravings). There’s a little person in there, and Lucas and I are going to be parents for the second time around!

I’m 26 weeks along and you would think that after being a little more than halfway there that the thought of having another one would have sunken in by now. But the exciting news is still as fresh on my mind as it was from the first test. And I have nothing but new baby (and Theo) on the brain around the clock 24/7, which could explain my lack of posts here and on Instagram. Also, nausea and migraines. LOTS of nausea and migraines, which have now thankfully subsided.

And is there such a thing as super early nesting? Because for weeks (practically since we found out) I’ve been obsessing over baby decor ideas, co-sleeping nooks and how to re-arrange Theo’s bedroom to eventually accommodate another little one. I’ve actually considered drafting my own blueprint for toddler/baby interior design already, even though the baby will be co-sleeping with us for six months or so. I’m happily mapping out the next 10 years of shared sibling living. It’s that serious! And with pregnancy insomnia now settling in nicely you can find me pinning (here) like a crazy woman after midnight about everything child-related. Pinterest has still maintained itself as a dreamland of inspiration and fantasy. And at the moment, I’m currently living somewhere in Scandinavia with my family in a cozy hygge-like cottage comprised of white-washed wood floors, mid-century furniture,  candles all around, hot cups of tea, soft natural light, organic linens and woven baskets of toys made only of wood and natural materials (no plastics in sight). Yep, that’s pretty much my world from the hours of 2 to 4am.

Being away from my blog this long I feel like there’s so much I want to say and ramble about in terms of being pregnant. I mean I can go on and on here! Like, for instance, have any fellow moms out there felt bigger during your second pregnancy, as in MASSIVELY HUGE? When I was eight weeks along, I was already showing an obvious bump and now at 26 weeks I feel like I’m nearing the end of my third trimester. I cannot even imagine this belly getting any bigger with more weeks to go. And yet at the same time, I DO want the weeks to go by slower because it seems like this pregnancy is just zooming right by. With Theo (our first born) it felt as though I had all the time in the world to plan and prepare for his arrival. It’s true that every pregnancy feels so unique in its own way, and I’d like to share more on that in another post + my thoughts on Theo upgrading from only child to big brother status. A lot of “feels” and profound emotions around this topic that I could literally cry on the spot whenever it crosses my mind.

Below we took some DIY maternity photos when the Fall weather still felt a lot like Summer. I was about 21 weeks here (now with a much bigger belly bump as you’ll soon see in upcoming posts). We also had a little pizza picnic too. Can you guess which of us decided on that idea? This hungry mama down here:

Theo’s jumper by boy+girl

(super soft and I’m currently looking for something like this in adult sizes!)

A Beautiful Mother’s Day

A Beautiful Mother’s Day

What initially was going to be a quick and early brunch in the city for Mother’s Day (to beat the swarm of “NYC brunchers”) followed by dessert and movies at home turned out to be one of the most beautiful days spent out and about with my handsome little family! I couldn’t ask for a more wonderful, relaxed Sunday. Rather than take the fastest, most efficient route to a destination when you have a tiny person in tow, which is what we normally do, we decided to trek through the city in hopes that Theo will enjoy the stroll all the way through. And luckily, he did just that! It’s a bittersweet feeling partly because our little boy is maturing before our very eyes (I mean, this kid could hang no matter where we go) but also because it seems like it’s happening all too fast. He recently turned the big TWO and now after a couple weeks it seems like he’s going on FIVE. Every morning when we open his door it’s like experiencing what Lucas and I call the “Theo upgrade”. Haha! More new words, new phrases, new thought patterns than the day before…and they all make complete sense. He’s just absorbing the world around him and it’s fascinating how quickly he’s picking up on it all. But…I have to admit I find myself doing the routined “camera roll scroll” and re-watching all of his videos from newborn and on, wishing for him to morph back into an infant again (even for a brief moment). Sometimes I’ll wake up at the craziest hours of the night just to watch his old clips and begin to cry. Lucas has actually woken up at 4am to find a crazy lady holding her iPhone and sobbing beside him. LOL! He’ll always be my little baby. Oh and by the way, I should mention that after becoming a mom I’ve noticed that my emotions have reached an all-time high. I think I’ve always been a pretty emotional person, but now, the tears…oh man it really doesn’t take much. As I’m typing these words I’m already getting that ball-stuck-in-your-throat feeling. Yes, I’ve become that gushy mom type. We’re starting to plan for a second baby, but when all you’ve known for the past two years was being a mommy to ONE incredible little person, the idea of loving another seems unfathomable. Any moms out there know where I’m coming from? Regardless I welcome more babies with open arms!

I digressed again as I normally do when I think about Theo. Getting back to this awesome day – we walked all over downtown, taking many, MANY pictures along the way. Below is a little photo overload (prepare to be bombarded), but this is not even a fraction of the amount we took. I used to take New York City for granted and would barely look up or around to enjoy the views. Back then my only concern was getting from point A to point B. As I’m getting older, I find myself appreciating simple, yet beautiful things. Flowers, for instance! Put me in a flower shop and leave me in a botanical garden and I’m set for the entire day. This is pretty much why I chose to brunch at The Butcher’s Daughter in the West Village – my pick firstly because I was attracted to their gorgeous displays of greenery and antiques, and secondly because of their menu. If you’re into vegetarian dishes like us, you’ll love this place. And if you’re all about that “plant life”, even more so you should give it a try. I’m already contemplating a DIY project in our future home and assembling a huge “plant boat” installation suspended over our dining area (scroll down and you’ll see what I mean).

An entire building covered in greenery – is there anything more comforting to the eyes?

(above: floral dress by Uterqüe, wedge espadrilles by Castañer, vintage rattan purse)

Eeeeeeyyy, it’s Theo! Our two year old boy who is often mistaken as a five year old, according to many passersby.

Major *heart eyes* the moment I saw this plant installation above!

The two greatest loves of my life, sitting right over there.

It’s almost as though I’ve completely forgotten how beautiful New York City can be. The character, the charm. And for a second the thought of moving to the West Village, “making it work” in some tiny apartment creeped in our heads.

Spotted a basket of doggies – now I ask again…is there anything more comforting?

A pitstop for lattes at another charming favorite, Buvette.

Strolling around this big city with my little man, who in my eyes will always and forever be my baby. He made me a mommy for the first time and for that I’m eternally grateful for my “Teo Teo”! And of course, so thankful and blessed to have the MOST AMAZING husband and daddy (and huge role model for Theo) by my side.

Hope you all had a wonderful and memorable Mother’s Day with your loved ones!



Roses for Me, Roses for You

Roses for Me, Roses for You

Sometimes on gray, gloomy days all you need are your favorite bundle of flowers to instantly brighten the mood. I’m currently training myself to refrain from buying any more items for the home aside from the occasional bouquet of fresh florals. At the moment, I’m all about downsizing and decluttering. Simplify, simplify, simplify is what I keep reminding myself these days, holding on only to what’s most important and essential. And after many, MANY mindless retail therapy excursions to HomeGoods, IKEA, Target, H&M Home, you name it, I’ve begun to realize that I’ve purchased way too much sh*t over the years. Just like my wardrobe, I go through phases with decor. And if you were to peruse all the items I’ve accumulated through time you’ll notice that each piece tells a story or explains the “phase” I was going through in life.


When I moved out of my mom’s house and into our first apartment in New York City (a modern high-rise building) I was all about black and white, with hints of grey. I also had this obsession with collecting abstract artwork with pops of hot pink and neon hues hanging against stark white walls. Our furniture comprised of a stiff modular sofa, lucite ‘ghost’ chairs, an origami glass/cast iron coffee table, side tables that resembled a pair of mirrored cubes and everything else basically just…WHITE. God forbid you sat away from the dining table with a plate of pasta bolognese on your lap. I would adorn surfaces with massive books about fashion + art + travel (okay to be fair I still do hehe), sharp sea urchin figurines that could easily pierce through skin (I really don’t know what I was thinking), large hurricane vases and pretty much any NON-baby-friendly item that comes to mind. Our floors were covered in thin marbled cowhide rugs (no hint of plush or cozy whatsoever). It was just the two of us at the time and my aim was to create a space that closely mimicked the offices of some cool downtown fashion magazine. Looking back I think I was subconsciously striving to create a space that reflected my idealized perception of a Manhattan lifestyle. I was a twenty-something who worked in fashion – for me, this phase was inevitable. My husband Lucas (always the voice of reason) however, would advise against certain decor choices but I wouldn’t always be quick to follow – his style leans towards the more classic and timeless. I would soon learn that he was usually right about these things. Whatever was on trend at the moment would somehow find its way into our apartment unexpectedly. Like, “oops, what is another gigantic box from Amazon doing in the middle of the corridor? And why are there more Zara bags lining up in our bedroom?” Lucas is more patient when it comes to purchases, allowing it to “marinate” in his mind for a bit. I, on the other hand, take the retail plunge all too quickly like my life depended on it. Then, within a year or less I feel the tremendous urge to get rid of it somehow. I’m assuming by now you can tell who’s the more financially savvy one in this relationship? But before you judge…just wait…the story gets better, I promise!

(King Theo James Alexander, always presiding as head of the table)

Our second apartment was in a historic brownstone on a quaint tree-lined block. Rather than seeing the rush of New Yorkers scurrying to catch the 3 train while looking down at their phones, we encountered families with strollers, kids riding by on scooters and lots of friendly neighbors walking happily with their cuddly dogs on their way to brunch. I swear, there were Labradoodles and French bulldogs living in almost every home around us. I loved every bit of it. Naturally within the first few days of getting settled I was compelled to make our new space as warm and cozy as ever – this included sheepskin on seating, knitted blankets, pillows, candles, more books, wooden furniture and a new traditional sofa coined the ‘Bluebell’ (loveliness overload). The idea of coming home after a long day took on a new meaning. There you can leave all the stresses behind you and just unwind with a glass of wine, a home-cooked dinner (my love for cooking reached new heights) and some Netflix binging before curling up with a book in bed. Coming home from work almost felt like coming home from school in a way. Although our first home in NYC was an exciting rush of last minute get-togethers at bars, trying out the latest amuse-bouche, rooftop parties, late night take-outs and frequent fro-yo trips around the corner, our second home surely helped me to prioritize and prepare us for a WHOLE new chapter that was approaching in our lives – parenthood.

Now into our third apartment (we needed that extra bedroom for a special little someone), I’ve taken my love for that everyday cozy feeling and strive to make it part of our daily lives in even the simplest ways. Whether it’s the three of us snuggling up on the sofa with blankets and watching Home Alone for the 1,245th time, reading our son a bedtime story, building legos in a teepee with a flashlight, sitting around the table for dinner or even moments as simple as adding some nature to a room, like fresh flowers – the idea that I’ve come away with is that what makes a house a home is not so much the latest material things you buy for it, but the moments you create in it. Nothing is ordinary.

xo, Lauren