Lady of the Arts :: five-word memoir.

While I'm away, I invited some of my favorite, inspirational bloggers (read: my blog crushes) to post their five-word memoirs. Let me just say, it's surprising how intimate five little words can be. 

This one is from Lady of the Arts.

Lady Dreams Can Come True

Visit Lady Ren for fabulous art, movie and book reviews--find art in everything, really. 

Not to mention travel, thought and mom awesomeness.

More fun by Ren on Twitter. 

LatteLisa :: five-word memoir.

While I'm away, I invited some of my favorite, inspirational bloggers (read: my blog crushes) to post their five-word memoirs. Let me just say, it's surprising how intimate five little words can be. 

This one is from LatteLisa...

I did it my way.

For some eye candy and a daily pick-me-up, visit Lisa here!

Find more scrumptiousness on her food blog, Kitchen & Aroma. 

Or, if you speak Icelandic, say hi via Uppskriftir. :)

You can also find Lisa on Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest. 

my five-word memoir.

Apparently there's this book of six-word memoirs. A while ago I read someone's five-word memoir (I'm so sorry, I don't remember who!), and I thought, hey, that's a good idea. I couldn't stop thinking of what mine might be. A few different options appeared. One night, while I was catching up on Grey's Anatomy, my five-word memoir threaded up into the air.

I fell in love. Twice. 

{this hand, and more toes}

In the coming week, we'll see some more five-word memoirs here from muscled, super blogistas!

motherhood is...

{gettin' a massage}

Seeing old pictures of yourself looking cute at your baby's age, and thinking: 

My baby is waaayaaaaayaaaaaay cuter. (Even in bad light.)

Don't worry, you guys. I won't always write posts like this! 

going back to work after having a baby.

As I left the house yesterday morning, sniffling, I thought I might vomit. Driving south on the freeway, I wondered What the hell? I won't even be leaving R for that long? He'd been flat out refusing the bottle every time his dad tried to feed him. So, I did worry about him eating. But mostly I was just sad. 


I wondered if there was more to it than mere baby-momma separation anxiety. I'm also back in the States, commuting the 880 super ghetto highway to my former career, impermanently. Kind of like going back to a life you once ran away from. Maybe it was just first-day jitters. Or a big fat all of the above. 

{daisies}

Pretty soon, I was navigating that ancient ant maze of my life like a pro. Before nightfall, I was washing Rowan's neck (not an easy task with all those rolls!), as he stamped his foot like old toro, splashing in the warm water of his bath. We made it. 


Thank you so much for your sympathetic, loving comments yesterday. Boy, are you ever a helpful dose to the day!