I woke up this morning exhausted and not quite sure where the day would take us. The weather forecast seemed a bit wonky but the house was a mess and neither Lucas or I wanted to stay indoors. Why clean when your backyard is quite literally a giant playground full of adventure. We decided to meet my mom at the Union Square farmers market and take it from there.
After browsing the market we ran into Whole Foods to grab some lunch. We found the perfect spot to eat right next to the fountain. Lucas ran around and chatted with some tourists, ya know, the usual. After filling our bellies we took the train to Columbus Circle to visit a friend with the most amazing view of the city. Seriously, I fall in love with New York all over again every time I step out onto her balcony.
Lucas broke the norm this morning and decided to wake up at 4 a.m. He was up for 2 hours before deciding to hit the snooze button again. I miraculously slept through this debacle and daddy took it like a champ. I’m not exactly sure what went down during this dad and son “bonding” time, but LL woke up with some funky looking hair. The kid is already sporting a mullet so more “funk” is the last thing he needs. Not only did he have some sort of peacock esque style, but there was a mysterious crust entangled in his curls. Hmmm. Maybe the boys had a sleep deprived food fight of some sort? Nothing a hat can’t fix, right? We got dressed and went off on our merry way. We have a daily bakery date and that coffee wasn’t going to drink itself. Mama needs her caffeine!
We continued our morning, running a few errands and making a stop at the playground. Finally, nap time had arrived! I spent the hour checking emails, catching up on some trash tv (my guilty pleasure), and tidying up. At 1pm the king arose. Sporting crazier hair than just an hour prior. Um. I decided to just go with it. Who needs hair product when you have a natural mohawk! We hit the streets to meet a friend for lunch and take some photos, of course.
Lunch was delicious. We went to a local ale house and the food was fantastic. Please no judgement. There were 2 other babies in high chairs while we were there 😉 We spent the rest of the day in the park and the mohawk didn’t disappoint. It held up right until bath time. Sorry to say but his hair is now back to his usual mullet. Soft, bouncy, and with a sweet honey aroma. Not a trace of mysterious muck to be found. It was fun while it lasted!
Here’s hoping you all had an epic hair day as well (or at least a pretty darn good Tuesday)!
To say my Mother’s Day was glorious would be an understatement. I SLEPT IN until 10 a.m. (not without a few interruptions. someone let a baby loose in my house and said baby thought it would be fun to pounce on me and climb on my head. not once. not twice. but three times. the culprit will remain anonymous 😉 The aroma of bustelo filled the house – the best coffee ever (you’re welcome) – and I knew the day was off to a good start.Lucas was finally officially invited to join me in bed for good morning kisses and snuggles. He is always so excited to see me in the morning and greets me with the loudest and most enthusiastic “MOMMY” you can imagine. Pretty much the best wake up call ever.
And then there were crepes. My favorite breakfast/lunch/dinner of all time. My hubby has lovingly perfected his crepe skills over the years and is now the master. We even have a special skillet. We take the french pancake very serious in this house.
After feeling very French and very full, I opened my Mother’s Day card and Lucas decided it was time for a nap. He had been up since 7 a.m. after all.
After naps were done, we got dressed in our fancy duds, ate some bread, and took selfies to pass the time and wait for our loved ones to arrive and celebrate the mamas!
We had an amazing lunch (5 p.m. latin time!) which consisted of rice, beans, chicken, salad, corn, and more rice. Not great for the waist line but so yummy. We have a lovely courtyard attached to our building and the weather was pretty mild at this point so we ate outside and talked, laughed, and Lucas might have bumped his head while running. He took it like a champ and kept on trucking (after some kisses from mommy of course). It was a sweet, sweet time.
I had an incredible day. Seriously, just perfect. I got to celebrate the joy of being a mama with two amazing role models – my mother and mother-in-law. These ladies are everything I aspire to be for Lucas and my family.
I hope you all celebrated in your own special way and felt the tremendous love of your children. None of us are perfect but in the eyes of our little ones we are super stars. And today I felt like the biggest rock star of them all.
lucas león // cardigan, t-shirt, & trousers from h&m kids // shoes from carters
Ever since I can remember I dreamed of having children. I loved the thought of having a family, but if I’m being honest, it was the thought of a little rugrat running around that truly made my heart flutter. I was that person who would stop a mom on the street to admire their little ones chubby cheeks and gummy smile.
Lucas was not planned. The year before I became pregnant I was backpacking through Europe, drinking endless bottles of wine and draining my bank account. I had no idea that in just a few months my life would be changed forever. Bottles of wine would be replaced with bottles of milk, dancing at night clubs would be traded for late night lullabies, and fancy new clothes would be swapped for spit-up stained t-shirts.
I remember sitting at work and going through my planner. My period was a week late. There was absolutely no reason to believe I was pregnant but I decided to go to the pharmacy on my lunch break and purchase a test. I came back to work and went straight to the bathroom – oh the excitement! I opened the box and it was empty. What?! Frustrated, I went back to my desk. After work I returned to Duane Reade and explained the situation as they looked at me like I had 2 heads. I’m not sure if they believed me but gave me a new box regardless. This time I waited until the morning, no rush right? I woke up at 7am excited and giddy. I peed on the stick and waited. I knew I would see only one line but nonetheless the anticipation thrilled me. After the longest couple of minutes of my life I looked down and saw TWO LINES. There was no way. The test I had purchased was a cheapie. I ran outside in my pajamas to buy the most expensive test I could find. Ten minutes later – a PINK line! I remember sitting on the toilet in shock. I cried and cried. This was my baby. My gift. I just knew.
I spent my first trimester sick as a dog. I had all day “morning” sickness and I felt like I could sleep forever. Everyone smelled and I couldn’t keep anything down. I also lived in fear. I wanted this baby so desperately that I became obsessed with the idea that something would go wrong. I checked the toilet constantly and could not enjoy my growing bump. I obsessively counted down the weeks until I was officially in my 2nd trimester. 12 weeks arrived and I finally breathed a sigh of relief. My all day sickness disappeared, I felt energized, and I was finally able to share my news. Ivan and I were expecting our first child! It was glorious. I absolutely loved being pregnant. Planning, shopping, searching for names. I soaked in every moment. Ivan and I spent evenings singing “you are my sunshine” to my bump, talking about our future, and preparing for our boy.
11/21/11. The day our world changed forever. This is only my 2nd official Mother’s Day and although this holiday is extremely commercialized I am not going to pretend that it doesn’t mean anything to me. Yes, mother’s should be celebrated EVERY DAY. So should fathers, grandmas, love for your partners, heck – even birthdays if you ask me. I am not excited for a fancy new bracelet or a massage. I am excited because I have a little person that belongs to me and calls me mommy. And we have a day to celebrate it! I’ll take it! I remember being so excited for Mother’s Day as a young girl. Making poems and messy hand prints with a quote on each finger professing my love for my mama. That is what it’s all about. I carried my bean for 10 months and spend every day loving and cherishing him. So what if we have a “commercial” holiday. Bring on the macaroni bracelets and lop sided clay figurines!
May 8th. Twenty nine years ago the love of my life was born. Goodness gracious I am head over heels for this man. I’m so very thankful that 10 years later we are STILL celebrating together.My sweet man – I wish you 100 more fabulous birthdays. And I pray I am lucky enough to share each and every one with you.
Oh hello May! We have been anxiously waiting for you!
On the first day of this highly anticipated month, Lucas and I ventured off to Central Park for a play date with some of our favorite ladies. I know this is a tad late but our 1st day of May was so perfect I had to share. The weather was lovely – a crisp 70 degrees – and the air smelled like tulips (thanks Park Ave!) and hot dogs. NYC perfection. Latonyaand Lindseyhave two of the cutest little gals and Lucas is smitten with them! He’s at such a fun age and I love watching him interact and explore with other children. We spent the morning laying out in the grass and watching our kiddos run around and dig for hidden treasures in the dirt.
Lucas passed out cold on the walk home. He was covered head to toe in filth – literally from his mullet to his teensy fingernails. All signs of a good day with the little mister. May – we are so happy to be reunited!
Hello! I’m Nicole and I have two loves – one big and one little (just in height ) The tall one in this duo is my high school sweetie, Ivan, and the pip squeak is our son, Lucas Leon. We also have a furry boy (a mixed german shepherd), Humphrey. I’m currently waiting for the day we can have a tiny lap dog so I can name her Audrey! This is our little blog where we will share our day to day and most of all, our love. Thank you for reading!