Our daily recently got a bit more wild. Three weeks ahead of schedule, Rowan Thomas Johnson joined our tribe. We left it to the last minute to choose a name and had only decided on Rowan a few days before. A Rowan is a type of mountain Ash tree, growing throughout the Northern Hemisphere and peppered with red berries. In many cultures, the Rowan tree is sacred and sometimes referred to as "The Traveller's Tree," preventing those on long journeys from getting lost. In the Druid religion, the Rowan is "The Portal Tree." It's considered the threshold between our world and others.
Our sweet blond, blue-eyed Rowan joined us around 11pm on Friday, December 9. He weighed 8lbs 3oz and is 21 inches long. I feel awfully lucky to be surrounded by my beautiful blond boys.
Our life has been so full lately. When I catch myself getting overwhelmed or complaining that I need a break I try to remember how lucky our small family is to be so busy. What a luxury to have days filled with careers we like, families we love and friends that know us so, so well.
Pregnancy has a way of making things a bit more hectic. I'm easily exhausted, often sick and constantly nesting. The urge to prepare for this second little man is real. All of those things are similar to pregnancy number one. But this second pregnancy has been different in so many ways.
Because I'm always chasing Tenn, I've forgotten (often) that I'm even pregnant. I haven't been checking the calendar every day, clicking on apps and reading stacks of books about motherhood. I haven't been making time for yoga, keeping a close eye on the scale or noting every ache and pain. Mostly because with a one-year-old I don't have time for those things. But, these last eight months have been breezier and lighter. I'll forever be thankful to my first born for making my life so much simpler.
I don't know if other mothers have had this experience, but when Tenn came into our lives literally nothing else mattered. All of the things that used to turn me upside down with worry just floated away. I don't have time for lists. I don't have time to be concerned if I said the right thing. As long as the baby is good, I'm good.
Motherhood may be hard, but it's the easiest hard I've ever found.
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Photo is from my ever-growing stockpile of interior inspiration. We're toying with the idea of adding on to our home, so of course, I'm jumping the gun and making a ton of new plans. Have you ever done an addition on your house? Good experience or bad? Find this photo and more inspiration on my Pinterest.
When I was in middle school I was obsessed with looking different. I was six feet tall in seventh grade. Fitting in wasn't exactly an option for me anyway. I experimented with hideous faux snakeskin jackets, terry cloth tube tops and fire engine red hair. It was not good. Then in high school, when I wasn't wearing sweatshirts after softball practice, I was trying desperately to mimic Penny Lane in Almost Famous (anyone else?) and spending all of my money on thrift shop bell-bottoms and lace tops. Again, not so good.
It wasn't until college that I accepted the fact that a strong personal style will always win over fleeting trends. And while I didn't regret any of my former fashion escapades, I knew that real style didn't come from imitation. It was then that I discovered great street-style blogs and stopped spending my money on cheap crap. These days, my closet is more compact, packed with black basics, great shoes and a few great boho staples. My real wardrobe is stored in smaller boxes. Because after all of this time trying to find the perfect outfit what I've finally realized is that yes, I like clothes, but I LOVE jewelry.
Even when I'm dressed in the perfect outfit, if my hands aren't stacked with rings I'm lost. Jewelry! Give me diamonds, yes. Pearls, okay. A giant shell with a hole drilled through the center, coated in resin and made into a ring? Bingo, the weirder the better. I'll throw it on with a black sheath and feel right at home and fashionably flawless, anywhere. No matter how many compliments you get on a look, unless you feel like it truly represents your personal mission, you'll never feel comfortable. For me, that means jewelry. And make it big.
Saint Louis Fashion Week has officially begun. Will you go? Find a list of every event here and just do you.
It's hard to believe that when these photos were taken just under a year ago, my sweet baby was just a few weeks along. We celebrated New Year's Eve in the shadow of the Smoky Mountains and as we were kicking around names and driving through the frostbitten maple trees I said to Bradley, "Why not Tennessee?" and he said, "Yeah, why not?"