Locking Myself in the Bathroom - A Story of Joy

Monday, January 13


If you’ve been following along with my week over on insta, then you know it was a bit of a doozy. Tyson was traveling for longer than he normally does, Obie got sick with his first cold, experienced a few sleepless nights with some sad, painful stomach issues, and then for the cherry on top, I ended up getting sick too. It was far and away my most difficult postpartum week, but I’M SURE IT’S GOING TO BE FUNNY SOME DAY. Maybe.

With the week firmly behind us, and my sweet husband home from his business trip, and planted in our rocking chair with our sweet, sniffly baby, I saw the opportunity and ran with it. I locked myself in the bathroom and broke out all my favorite products for a rare and luxurious extended skincare routine. I’m not gonna lie, since having my third, my whole routine has been one of those things that I’ve had to make peace with dropping for a season. And it’s ok. I know that babies don’t keep and catching up on sleep is going to win over pretty much everything else right now. But when I do get a free chance to close the bathroom door, and self-care my skin, you guys the joy is real!

So I figured while I was here, I’d share one of the most handy tips I’ve ever learned about a skincare routine, and also one of my new favorite products!



Ok so here’s the tip: Have you ever wondered what order to use all your products? Between the eye gels, and the toners, and the serums, it’s hard to know what goes when for optimal results. When I was at Biossance headquarters a few years ago, I learned that after you cleanse, the trick is to go from MOST water content to LEAST water content. So it doesn’t matter if your routine has 3 steps or 10, you can always use that rule of thumb to decide which one goes first.

For my daily, “I-have-a-3-month-old” routine, I’m at 3 steps. Times and seasons! So I cleanse, throw on a serum, and then a moisturizer. For my luxurious, “moms-hiding-in-the-bathroom” routine, I get a yummy double cleanse, a toner, a 10-minute eye mask, an eye gel, a serum, a creamy moisturizer and an oil.



I was particularly excited about today’s routine because I’ve been getting to incorporate Biossance’s newest product: the Squalane + Lactic Acid Resurfacing Night Serum and the results have been DRAMATIC. (Have you guys seen the 14 day results over on the Biossance insta?? CLICK HERE) The first night I threw it on, I woke up with resurfaced, glowy, exfoliated skin. You can see in these photos - even with getting a newborn’s worth of sleep every night, the glow is REAL. Plus it’s vegan (plant-based), and formulated so that every skin type can use it every day and get results *fast.*



I’ve been thrilled with the results. And so very thankful when I get an opportunity here and there to use high quality, clean products, that are good enough to make me look like I’ve gotten WAY more sleep than I actually have.


If you’re interested in checking out the Squalane + Lactic Acid Resurfacing Night Serum, you can shop here on Biossance.com or over at Sephora!


Man I feel better. Refreshed. Basically a new person. Now off to change another diaper.

The Home Birth of Obediah Lawson

Tuesday, December 31

Image by Andrea Ahedo in the exact place of birth

Obie was born on my mom’s birthday. October 9th at 8:29 PM. She and my sister had been staying with us for several weeks leading up to that day, helping us with everything under the sun - Cooking, unpacking boxes, painting nearly every surface of our new home, and generally being angels on earth. We had expected Obie’s arrival at least a week or two before that day. Having had early births with my other two babies, watching my due date come and go with this one felt a bit surreal. I knew he was choosing for himself the exact right moment to enter earth-side, but I couldn’t help but feel a little impatient and anxious to “relieve everyone of their stations” and just generally move past the waiting stage.

Two days previous, a trusted friend had come to the house and told me about her own experience of going past her due date. She’d gotten foot zoned in preparation for birth and her baby had been born the next day. After MANY unsuccessful attempts to implement every natural induction method the internet tells you to try, I jumped on her suggestion, texted her foot zoner for an appointment and scheduled it for the afternoon of October 9th. That morning, I came downstairs to everyone bustling around in the kitchen, wished my mom a happy birthday and said, “Maybe we’ll have two birthdays to celebrate today!” The first of the real surges started about 15 minutes later.

I timed them (7 to 15 minutes apart), quietly breathed through each one as their intensity didn’t require much more than that, and visited with a friend who had stopped by to drop off a thoughtful gift. I knew I was in early labor but decided to keep my foot zoning appointment anyway, since I knew that releasing any subconscious stored emotions could only help me in birth. My mom and sister accompanied me on the drive, with my surges still coming fairly quietly and irregularly.

That appointment feels very sacred and personal to me. It was visceral, tear filled and incredibly healing. I felt super connected to Obie throughout all of it. It was also basically an hour long foot massage, so it felt indulgent and delicious during labor. I don’t know if it was because I was super relaxed, or Obie was just giving me a minute, but the surges really slowed during the appointment. I had maybe 3 or 4 during the whole hour, and they only required some breath work to get through. BUT as soon as we got in the car to drive home, things started to get real.

The next four hours, from the car ride to his birth, are a little blurred together in my mind now. I don’t remember the order of things, but rather the feeling of things. There are a few distinct moments that define the birth timeline for me - but the overarching memory I have, is just a feeling of immense power.

First off, I remember that the sensation of birth *did* register as pain for me. I was hoping it wouldn’t. My younger sister’s recent water birth registered as “pressure” for her and I was really aiming for that situation, ha, but alas, the sensation was exactly what I remembered wanting to avoid with my first two (happily epiduraled) births. I don’t remember the pain of it now (amazing how that works!), but I do remember, in the moment, being taken aback at the intensity of it.

When we got home from the appointment, there was no question I was in active labor. My midwife was called and I heard her arrive and begin setting up while I labored in our downstairs bathroom. She briefly came to check on me, and then left me to labor alone, which is what I preferred in the moment. It had just really sunk in that this was solely my experience - nothing was going to take it from me, and it was now time to surrender myself to it. While preparing for home birth, I had read that the surges experienced while sitting on a toilet are some of the most intense and productive that you can have because your body has a subconscious, ingrained “opening” response to being there. Experiencing this mind/body phenomenon was the moment my inhibitions left me. I shed my clothing and labored vocally.

At this point I noticed how hungry I was, so I came out to get some snacking food and a drink. I left the bathroom right as another surge came, so I stood in the hallway while Tyson gave me counter pressure on my hips and I leaned into my sister. She doula-ed me through it - confirming over and over again that everything was unfolding exactly as it was supposed to. That THIS is exactly what should be happening, and that everything was working perfectly. They were the affirmations I needed. When the surge passed, she brought me the cinnamon oat muffins my mom had made, along with some almonds and an electrolyte drink.

I told Tyson that I wanted a fire, so he began to gather wood from our porch and stoke one. My birth playlist played over a speaker in the corner of the room. Everyone bustled around, taking turns giving me counter pressure on my hips, monitoring Everett and Isla, inflating the birth pool and filling it with water. I was only vaguely aware of any of it as I kneeled on the floor with my hips open, belly resting on the ground, and used the couch cushion to support and relax me.



I was still timing my surges and tbh, they never really regulated. They were 5 min, 2 min, 7 min, 1 min, and then back to 5 min apart. At that point, timing them wasn’t necessary, but I held onto it like a lifeline. It felt extremely helpful to have the stopping and starting of the timer to focus on. It allowed me to mentally and physically acknowledge when a surge was complete, so I could rest, even if it was just for a minute.

I remember one of these rests very vividly. For most of the surges, I’d had my head resting on my arms while I leaned into the couch. I was inward, contained, and focused. But for a brief moment between waves, I’d raised my head. It was dark outside, but our back porch light was on and the whole sky was illuminated by it. Giant fluffy snowflakes fell through the air as if they were in slow motion, and time stopped. I breathed, heard the fire crack behind me, felt firmly present in the magic that birth was surrounding me with, and then put my head down as another wave came through me.

By now the birth pool was filled and I was ready to get in. I climbed over the side and felt the warm water soothe me. It didn’t take any intensity away, but made the bearing of it easier. I remember briefly tuning into Isla as she walked around the room saying, “I’m so excited! The baby is coming!” over and over again. She wanted to catch the baby and kept asking when she could get in the pool. Tyson continued to dutifully stoke the fire as it was the one desire I had expressed. But soon I just wanted him near me and when I could speak, I told him to stay close. He climbed in the pool and kept counter pressure on my hips. Water was boiled in pots and poured into the pool to keep the temperature up. The warmth swirled around my legs and belly and brought a great amount of comfort between surges.

It had been four hours. My midwife came to the pool, checked my vitals and after seeing that I was eating another muffin, went back into the kitchen assuming I was nowhere near transition. (She shared that women don’t typically have an interest in food at that point - ha)

This photo cracks me up since it looks like I'm completely bored-scrolling on my phone when I was actually just coming up briefly to track another surge.

Suddenly everything changed, and I was in new territory. I’d never experienced sensation this far into labor before. The intensity heightened as my body began the process of moving my son down. I managed to call out “I’m pushing!” before completely tuning everything out around me. I changed. I got loud. I raised up. I felt as if I filled the whole room. Tyson later told me he had been speaking affirmations during this time. I couldn’t hear any of them. My body was acting independently of me - bearing down without any directive on my part. I was not pushing, I was surrendering to the consuming force that was already built into me and working flawlessly on its own. I did not roar as a reaction to pain. My body roared as an assistance to the process.

It's so strange to look at this picture and see that I was normal sized - when in that moment, my being felt so MASSIVE.

I felt him emerge, so I reached down and rubbed his little head beneath the water. I could vaguely hear everyone around me in the dark, trying to gauge if his head had appeared yet. My body rested for a moment and all was quiet. Then with one more powerful surge and a final assisting roar, he glided into the water. I lifted him to my chest and felt relief wash over me. I’d done it. We’d done it. Me and this boy. I had given birth and in turn, was also birthed. As a new mother. A new woman. A creator. And a witness to my own power.



For several weeks after, these final moments of birth completely consumed my thoughts. I was in awe, processing and reeling from the experience of it. It was hands down, one of the most impactful moments of my life. I have since learned that the sensation I experienced is called The Fetal Ejection Reflex. The internet says this about it: 

“The fetal ejection reflex can occur spontaneously, when the mother has experienced a completely undisturbed labor. She feels completely safe and supported, has privacy and is not disturbed by noise and bright lights. The mother may move into an upright or leaning forward positioning as a series of intense and involuntary contractions occur, moving the baby out of the uterus in three or four expulsive efforts. The baby is born quickly and easily, without voluntary pushing from the mother.”

I will forever be grateful for the privilege of experiencing such a moment. For birthing on my own terms. For being able to ask for and receive a safe, supportive, and undisturbed environment to bring myself and my baby through to the other side. And for my body giving me the gift of knowing its power so intimately. I do not take it for granted. Birth was healing - physically, emotionally, and spiritually. It was transcendent. It was empowering. It required everything I had to give, and then gave it back to me 10 fold. Not only by giving me my dream baby, but by wholly returning me to myself. Our family room will forever be sacred ground.


We love you, beautiful boy. Thanks for doing that with me.

self-care after baby and during the holiday season

Friday, November 15


Tis the season! For droves of family and friends to come together to eat and celebrate and gift-give in the greatest time of the year. (Yes, I know we still have to get to Thanksgiving. This year I'm just SUPER thankful for my Christmas tree.) This unfortunately, can also be a great time of stress as we pack every jolly thing we can possibly think of into approximately one month. Or if you're like me and just had a baby, you're doing that while also changing diapers and nursing 24/7. It's been my goal in this postpartum period to make my mental and physical health a priority - and it's totally paying off. I've never felt better! I've found a way to incorporate 6 intentional rituals into my regular routine and it's made a world of difference in how this postpartum season of life has felt this time around. My intention NOW, is to invite these rituals into this holiday season (which includes hosting MANY many people), hold my breath, and hope for the best. Here's what has worked for me!

1. Create a simple and effective skincare routine

 

I used to have a very extensive daily skin-care routine that basically felt like 20 minutes of good therapy. With a newborn, those days are now past ... probably at least for the next year. Currently, the name of the game when I'm getting ready is to feel as good as possible, as QUICKLY as possible. This usually means a quick shower, an easy, comfortable outfit, and a 3-step skincare minute. I don't have to tell you twice that Biossance can easily take care of a quick, yet super effective routine. Right now I'm loving on three super moisturizing products in their Clean Favorites Trio (a $97 value for just $58!). All plant-based, the Squalane + Marine Algae Eye Cream takes care of my sleepless under-eye circles, and the Vitamin C Rose Oil and Squalane + Omega Repair Cream keep my skin looking brighter and more hydrated than it should be at the moment. Each of their holiday gift kits are an amazing gift for yourself OR for literally everyone you know. Their beautifully curated Rose Radiance Trio and the Stay Balanced Duo are also both a great way to simplify your self-care routine while not sacrificing effectiveness.

2. Make time for self-nourishment



Since I'm still 5 weeks postpartum, I haven't pursued any form of exercise just yet. Instead, for the past few weeks my focus has been in self-nourishment. This is easier said than done. Sometimes, on a good day, I'll get around to doing a little meal prep to keep the fridge stocked with leftovers. That way I can still be eating well even when I need to be eating fast. (Which let's be honest, is EVERY time I'm eating.) But other times, the only real intentional food ritual I get to in a day is a cup of hot tea (an herbal brew that assists with milk production) and my small collection of daily vitamins. As most of my time and attention is consumed with the nourishment of others - mainly the three (3!!) hungry humans I've created, taking a micro-moment in the day to care for myself in this way brings me a greater sense of centeredness and helps me tackle whatever's on the to-do list that day with greater patience and grace.

 3. Create an approachable meditation ritual


Not that long ago, I was REAL solid with a daily meditation routine. I had gotten over my slight intimidation of the ritual- (was I doing it right? was it lasting long enough?) and had gotten into a wonderful and relaxing daily rhythm. It comes as a surprise to no one that ANY daily ritual can come to a halt when a newborn arrives on the scene. Newborns, of course, allow for a different kind of meditation as you study their miniature features for hours on end. But an extended meditation around yourself? ... kind of disappears. Instead, I've started to take a different approach: a one-minute meditation. Sometimes I can do it while my arms are empty, but most of the time it's when they're full of baby. But it's a full 60 seconds to breathe, to center, to tune into how I'm doing and what I need, and to reset on any negative emotion that could be bubbling up, probably due to a lack of sleep. Whether you have a baby or not, taking one minute to tune in can be GAME CHANGING for how you're feeling about your day and what's being required of you.

4. Say yes to the things that feel good and no to the things that don't


This is a simple thing to say, harder to actually execute. But it's definitely one of the greatest forms of self-care no matter what season of life you're in. Especially during the holidays. We cannot say yes to it all! As a bonafide people-pleaser, learning how to say "no" to what's not working for me is a skill that I'm still developing. But taking that one minute meditation mentioned above, is super helpful when it comes to tuning in so that it gets easier and easier to stay true to what's feeling good and what isn't. Say yes to lunch with your friends if you need to talk! And say no to a holiday party if you're not up to it! There are no rules for doing what's best for you.

 5. Take time for one simple thing that you enjoy, just because.


This one's easy. Remember what makes you happy, and DO IT. It doesn't always get to happen every day of course - we're all busy. But the more often you take part in the simple pleasures of your own life, the greater sense of centeredness you'll feel while you do everything else. For me right now? In between newborn feedings and changes, I'm re-visiting my piano days and brushing up on a very rusty old skill. They say it's like riding a bike, and I'm completely enjoying any time I can get to prove that true.

6. Let yourself sleep (when possible)


Sleep. HA HA HA. The advice I've most often received is to "sleep when the baby sleeps" ... which is great advice ... when you have one child. I don't know who else gets to participate in that sleep scenario, but for me, it's been challenging. When I DO get a chance though, I try to take it without guilt, without reminding myself of the other things I could/should be doing, and take care of myself and my still-recovering body. I heard that sleep is right up there with water in terms of what keeps our bodies functioning at their peak state. So when we can, let's self-care ourselves to bed on time, and when we can't, let's take a nap - even just 10 minutes.


I don't get to implement all 6 forms of self-care every day. High five if you do! But even just inviting 1 or 2 rituals into my daily routine is how I'm maintaining my mental and physical health during this postpartum/holiday season of life - and feeling really really good while I do. I hope they do the same for you! #Biossance #BiossancePartner

We're moving to Eastern Idaho

Monday, August 26


It's hilarious to me that this particular entry is my first blog post on here after, oh, many many moons. So much has changed. If you've been following along on instagram, then you've heard some of the story, but this will put it all in one place. You know, for posterity's sake. I would've never imagined in one hundred thousand years that I'd be writing the words that are in that title up there: "We're moving to eastern Idaho" and REALLY NEVER imagined that I would be so ready for them. At 34 weeks pregnant no less lol. I also never imagined I'd be thrilled to be the new owner of a very large chicken coop. But we'll get to that in a minute.

Last summer, we sold our home in Idaho and made the cross-country move to Georgia to pursue a business venture/adventure of my own. It was an adventure. I learned a ton. It didn't end up working for me. But I'll always be grateful that we did it. My husband and I have now taken turns following each other all over this country in pursuit of various education, goals and career opportunities, and I'm so grateful we've had each other as Home throughout all of it. This particular experience was foundational for incredible personal clarity, and a secured confidence in myself and my life purpose, and I'm grateful for that every day. 

Fast forward to around the end of January of this year, shortly after deciding to part ways with the business. I found out I was pregnant with our third. It's the only pregnancy I've had so far where I knew it was coming before it happened. This sense of knowing wove itself through me in a way I've never experienced before. I could feel my baby's presence around me before we even started trying. And then the very next month, he was there. This "knowing" carried into how we would approach our next life steps as well.

We decided to return to Boise, Idaho. (Which, by the way, we love dearly, and highly recommend for raising a family.) We knew we wanted to buy a home, but weren't quite ready to do so at a distance, so we secured a rare 6 month lease in one of our favorite neighborhoods, made the cross-country move, settled in and started looking for a permanent home.

To keep a long story short, for personal and family reasons, we began to turn our search to eastern Idaho. Raise your hand if you're at all familiar with eastern Idaho. Oh good. There's 5 of you.

Eastern Idaho. The land of Yellowstone. The land of the Snake River I spent my childhood summers on. The land of the Teton Valley (google that slice of heaven guys). The land of the snowiest, coldest winters and the dreamiest country summers. The land where we met and married. And now, the land where (whodathunk) we'd be returning to 11 years later, right in time to birth our third child. Circle of life and all that.

Approaching real estate options in this particular corner of the world was the next step. We love the good people, we love the area, we love the wide-open-spaces childhood it would give our babes. But I'm going to tell you right now that if you're looking for a beautiful, move-in ready house situation, the pickings are slim my friends. We found it particularly difficult to pull the trigger on any home. Throughout the summer, we took several weekends to look around, tour some homes, visualize what we could do with them in terms of renovation, but none were sitting quite right. After some discouragement we came across a lovely plot of land that we liked, a builder we loved, and decided that we would buy the land and build a home as soon as the builder's schedule opened up around December. We then found a house that we could lease while we waited for the build to be completed. Everything seemed to fall into place in a matter of days and we immediately stopped stalking Zillow. It was a PLAN.

Fast forward to the beginning of this month, August. Two weeks out before our move date. The woman we were acquiring the lease from, called us and apologetically asked if she could continue stay in the home that we were about to move into. I won't share her personal information here, but suffice it to say, it felt wrong to make her vacate. My gut instinct after getting off that phone call wasn't that our plan was being foiled, but that it was a pivot into the exact right situation that was being prepared for us. Like God was saying, "Great job, you've almost got it, but this is not quiiiite it." That day, I got back onto every real estate site and private facebook group I could think of to either find a home we could lease OR a home we could buy and also somehow, miraculously close on in less than 30 days. This feels like a great place in the story to insert a reminder that I'd just hit 8 months pregnant when all this was happening. hahahahahahaha.
I cried. But I trusted.

Then.
THEN.
The next day,
we found it.

A home that hadn't hit the market yet when we'd been in the middle of our search. Out in the country, with big old established trees, a circular driveway, enough square footage to grow into and raise our babies for years to come, on 1.25 acres, with a treehouse, a garden, a fire pit, apple trees, raspberry bushes, a chicken coop, and a putting green for some reason. Also, the color turquoise everywhere! FUN.

Our lovely realtor took us on a FaceTime tour, and even without setting foot in it, we felt in our bones that it was the place. We placed an offer. The sellers accepted. And we set a close date for an extremely short amount of time, landing us exactly when our lease was up here in Boise. Funny how that worked.

This morning, in our boxed-up dining room, we signed the closing papers and by the end of the week, we'll be headed east to unpack for the VERY LAST TIME, FOR A VERY LONG TIME (knock on alllllll the wood). The home is a 1990's wonder and we're very much looking forward to Joanna Gaines-ing our hearts out and making it our own. But before we start knocking down any walls, it's gonna feel flipping fantastic to birth a child here sometime in the next month.

You guys won't mind a little reno content will you? ;)

Pics of the home to come as soon as I get my very pregnant body over there. Thank the high heavens for family is all I can say. Under the watchful eye and threats of my husband and in-laws, I haven't lifted much. And we'll spend Labor Day Weekend with all of them in the new place, unpacking and playing and nesting like psychos.

Next up, baby watch.

glow girl glow

Wednesday, November 7


This will not be your typical "welcome to November" post. Not JUST because I'm here being very warm and cozy on a South Carolina beach right now. But because the intention of my morning beauty routine remains unchanged whether it's spring, summer, fall, or the dead of Christmas. I believe in glow. I need my skin to be dewy. I need to reflect the sun off my face and optimally shine the light of it to the world. I feel like I've finally settled into my ideal glow routine, thanks to tips I've picked up from the three beauty guru's that I stalk on instagram. And it's really simple, and easy, and friendly for those "I have 10 minutes to get it together before getting the kids out the door" moments.


FUN FACT: I don't follow a lot of beauty people, but the three I do follow on instagram are ALL named Katie. (Well ... Katie, Kayti and Katey). And when the Katie's tell me to jump, I ask how high. Because they KNOW GLOW.

Step one: This facial in a jar. 

Not kidding, this is a one stop shop for every skin type: it renews like a peel, smoothes like an exfoliator, and hydrates like a mask. This has been my favorite thing since Biossance recently released it. (Those women over there know what they're DOING). It polishes, it plumps, and it makes any other products you put on your face actually sink in and look like skin, rather that just products sitting on TOP of your skin ... if that makes sense. Game changer.


 This is my whole glow MVP line up. Skin-care first, make-up second, always.


Step two: this crazy lightweight, hyper-hydrating gel moisturizer
Biossance Squalane + Probiotic Gel Moisturizer

Ever since Biossance came out with the 10 ml version, this guy comes with me every.where. I could be completely makeup-less and as soon as I put it on I swear I feel like a new person. I don't typically use the word supple, but it's probably the most appropriate word to describe what it does to your skin. Reduces redness, makes your skin brighter, and ... keyword: glowy.

Step three: practically a miracle in a bottle

Out of all the products I've heard you guys rave about, this is the number one. This oil changes people's game. It evens your skin tone and texture, mega moisturizes, brightens, and I've had people tell me it's even helped CLEAR their skin. I always put this layered on top of my other gels and serums. I learned from the beauty gurus that you always want to layer your skin care from the highest water content to the lowest water content. So the oil always goes on last. It's the cherry on top if you will. 


Step four: Cover FX Custom Enhancer Drops - in sunlight

I discovered this product through Kayti Oldham, queen of most of my favorite beauty discoveries, and it is no. joke. I use the tiniest drop known to man, and suddenly my whole face is lit up like a diamond. It is my favorite make-up discovery to date. Youtube it, and prepare yourself for love. 


Step five: Glossier Haloscope Highlighter in Moonstone

Yes I like to have one more highlighter in my arsenal. I like to use this one on just my cheeks and the tip of my nose. Or on the zero make-up days, I layer this right over the top of Biossance's Rose Oil, and head out. The tube has a core made up of vitamin-rich moisturizers, so the blend-ability is bananas.


Happy, Glow-y, November to you! Let me know if you've tried and love any of these! Or if you have any must-have game-changers for glow. I will be there with my wallet.

5 intentions I have for aging well

Thursday, July 26


I'm turning 30 this year. THREE ZERO. Is it hilarious that I'm writing a post on 'aging well' while still in my 20's? It probably is, but whatever, I can't help it. I have PLANS.
Aging means a lot to me. It's always brought me a great amount of joy. I admire my own children's proclamations that they're going to "stay little forever." They're two people who are living in the moment. Content, enthusiastic, and joyful in their respective stages of childhood. The idea that they would someday live in their own houses, (or sleep in their own beds for that matter lol) or that Isla would marry anyone but her dad, is far from their personal truth right now. I was not this child. I had my entire life planned out. I had a desk that I would become an entire office space in my mind, I would give speeches into fake microphones, and under my bed were hatboxes full of real estate listings of my favorite houses, interior design ideas and pictures of 35 year-old women cut out of my mom's clothing catalogs because I liked their outfits. Really. Sometimes I look back on that kid and wish I could show her what she would do. What her house would look like. What her job would turn into. The car she would drive. Just cut her a break, so she'd be able to feel a little cooler than she did back then. To let her know that it was ok to reach for more age, wisdom, and growth and that it would all turn out better than she hoped. And that getting dressed would be even more fun than whatever was happening in the 1999 Chadwicks catalog.

And now I feel like I don't have to look SO far forward anymore. I know what I want for my life, but I actually feel like I can have it now. Like I DO have it now in a lot of ways. And so it is within this present moment, and in this coming decade of my 30's, that I have some intentions of how I will treat myself and my life so that aging remains just as much fun as it always has been. Which I wrote in collaboration with Biossance, as their company’s clean beauty standards have helped me bring greater intention into my self-care routine for years.

1. Intentionally surround myself with people who are positive, abundant, and life-loving.

This is just one of the infinite reasons that I'm grateful that my children are my children. They were born geniuses. Already knowing that it's all about love. With zero doubts that they are capable, smart and strong. And that running fast is done for no other reason besides having fun and feeling good. They are my teachers, and some of the most life-loving people in my life. Their wonderfulness aside though, the 5 (adult) people we spend the most time with quite literally makes up who we are. And throughout the next decade, and most definitely for the rest of my life, it's my intention to nurture that circle, so that the people I'm spending the most time with are also the ones pushing me, lifting me, inspiring me, and acting as a mirror in which to more clearly see myself.


2. Take time for daily body-centering rituals.

We're not our bodies, but we live here in them. They're how we represent ourselves to the world, how we experience what life has to offer, and part of loving ourselves is loving them. We know all the guidelines. Drink water, exercise, eat a balanced diet, take care of your skin. And it's important to find a way to intuitively make those feel good for you. Maybe you enjoy warm water more than cold, so you get a new thermos that's way cuter than your cold water bottle. Maybe you pick up a book about intuitive eating, and drop all the rules. Maybe you wake up a little earlier so you can listen to music in the shower and take your time soaking in your skin-care products. Whatever feels good. Create rituals. Make as many moments as possible, moments of self care, because of your intention for them to be so.

One of the rituals that brings me a lot of joy is my skincare. This is no secret, as I've run through my nightly routine on my instagram before. I've since had a lot of questions about my morning routine, since it looks a little bit different (definitely lighter and faster.)

Without question, and especially right now since I've spent so much time in the sun this summer, I'm using these two beauties from Biossance (top fave clean beauty brand since forever) every single morning: Squalane + Mineral SPF 45 and Squalane + Phyto-Retinol Serum.

Did you know they came out with a retinol alternative serum?? I got my first preview of the product straight out of a beaker at Biossance’s HQ last year. When the lovely lady executives told our group they were releasing a clean, plant-based retinol, it was basically just 10 girls screaming. I'm relatively new to the retinol scene (about a year and half-ish) and I LOVE what it does to my skin, but since this serum uses plant-derived Bakuchiol (just knew that off the top of my head) you get the same potency without any of the side-effects of a typical retinol (increased sensitivity, can't combine with Vitamin C, and it's recommended you don't use while pregnant or nursing). So all hail a pregnancy-safe retinol!! Could've used one or five bottles over the years.

Biossance's sunscreen is one of my favorite clean beauty sunscreens I've ever found, not even kidding. Literally from the glow it gives you alone. It goes on white, but warms to transparent, is non-oily, and leaves this glow-y SHEEN you guys. I've never been more motivated to SPF daily. Bonus, it's good for the environment/oceans (no oxybenzone or octinoxate and non-nano minerals).

Taking 10 minutes to cleanse and apply serum and SPF to my face every morning is just one of the few quick body-centered rituals that make my mornings feel good, and subsequently my days feel better. NOT TO MENTION THE ANTI-AGING BENEFITS (both physically and emotionally!)


3. Find more ways to have fun every day.

Play with my children. Watch more funny movies. Find new and creative ways to move, exercise, and push my body. Take more vacations. Read every day. Go to Target. Go to the mountains. Take a work break in the park. It doesn't matter what it is really, but if you're consistently cognitive of what does or doesn't feel good, what is or isn't fun ... you're becoming an outside observer of yourself.  And being aware of yourself and mindful of how you feel, is the first step to knowing yourself, strengthening your intuition, and becoming someone who has the ability to rewire your own patterns of negativity, anxiety, and stress. Becoming cognitive of yourself, even hour-by-hour, makes taking action to follow what you know to be good for you that much easier.
So that's my aging-well plan: follow the good. Follow the fun.

4. Do things that scare me.

This includes setting goals that may otherwise be deemed 'unrealistic',  even by myself. I want to age in experience, in bravery, in wisdom gleaned from taking risks, in showing up before I was ready, in being the person who's a little less limited by her human doubts than she was the day before, in aligning with my truth and living it with the integrity, even if it looks differently than you thought it would. I know I keep talking about feeling good. And you would think these two things ('feeling good' & 'doing things that are scary') are counter-balancing, but I've learned that feeling good does not mean living easily, lazily, or indulgently even. Instead they both come down to living intuitively. And dang, if that intuition doesn't make you SHOW UP.


5. Actively give myself grace every day.

This is a lot. Aging into who you're supposed to be is a lot. Chasing your dreams is a lot. I mean jeeze, even having dreams is a lot. A lot of learning, a lot of patience, a lot of trying and trying again, a lot of question asking and answer seeking, and it's SO EASY to see something like your fear or reoccurring bouts of anxiety as a failure. But I will not be the girl who cannot see the good. Who cannot see her successes before she sees her failures. I will seek to see myself more clearly. See the whole, forgive the broken, try everyday and give grace everyday.


And with THAT, and in those ways, it is my intention to age well, age gracefully, age abundantly, age positively, and age youthfully. Fingers crossed.

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Thank you to Biossance for partnering on this post, and for encouraging more conscious self-care. 

We're taking our family to London! ... with just 2 carry-ons

Thursday, May 17




So this coming week we’re taking our first big family trip together. I can’t believe that sentence is actually true since it seems like between Tyson and I, we’re always on a plane, or at least traveling with one of the kids separately. We’ve taken road trips together of course, but I’m just now realizing we haven’t actually been on a plane ... all together ... ever. I find it fascinating that we have no experience with this, and yet have chosen to make that inaugural flight with them 10 hours long haha. Is it obvious that we bought the tickets at 1AM?

ANYWAY. Our overall excitement for the trip is through the roof. We’re going to London and taking the kids to Peppa Pig World (yes, that’s a thing) and Legoland. They don’t entirely know that we’re going yet, so we’ll surprise them the morning of, but I’m pretty sure they manifested this trip with their belief in it alone because they haven’t stopped talking about how they’re definitely, one-hundred percent, absolutely, for sure going to Peppa Pig World and Legoland ... for at least a year now.

And to make things even more interesting … we’re only bringing 2 carry-ons. Oh yes.

The plan is to take one pair of shoes each, to be worn on the plane, as well as whatever jackets/layers also be worn on the plane. And then we’ll bring a select few versatile outfits, toiletries, a little detergent, and praise everything (!) zero diapers. And then the kids will each have their own little backpacks for plane activities and snacks … is it crazy to say that I feel like this is going to be pretty easy to pull off? I can be a minimalist when I want to be.


Typically what takes up the most space in my luggage is my toiletries. Between my hair and my skin care routine - BOY HONEY. If you guys saw my skincare routine on my instastories (now saved to my profile), then you already know I’m going to have to get real selective. It’s no secret how big of a fan I am of Biossance products, I’ve used them for years, and love that they’re a clean beauty brand that actually produces real results. So. LUCKY FOR ME, I just found out that some of my favorites now come in the best little travel sizes (will be packing some free samples too!) so I don’t actually have to give up that much while trying to keep the packing to a minimum.


Because everything we want to do is pretty spread out across the UK, we wanted to make the day-to-day train travel as light and easy as possible so that we have our hands free. I was totally inspired by several posts I read on the ability to travel minimally as a family, and because we’ll already be bringing two strollers, a camera bag, and then all the snacks/entertainment for our long travel days, I thought the convenience of very little luggage sounded like a complete dream. My husband LIVES for efficient/ compact packing and so as soon as I told him that I, for the first time in my over-packing life, wanted to give it a try, he immediately dropped to his knee and proposed again. And then spent the next 98 hours watching carry-on bag reviews on YouTube.


So here we are, a few days out, taking our extremely-reviewed bags for a test run, and trying to get as minimalist as possible. At this point I think the term “highly curated” should probably be banned from the internet, but I have no choice but to use it right now. Because these bags are about to be highly curated AF. Best of the best only. I'm sure you'll see in the future photos from our trip if my strategic outfit planning will win or fail (going for WIN), but my biggest hurdle ... the carry-on friendly skincare routine ... will be as follows:

Last year, I got a preview of their new Squalane + Micronutrient Fine Mist at Biossance HQ and totally fell in love. And now here it is in TRAVEL SIZE and I’m totally geeking out. I always, always spritz this on right after doing my makeup or if I need to freshen up after a flight.

For my moisturizing step, I pretty much always use the Squalane + Probiotic Gel Moisturizer and the Squalane + Vitamin C Rose Oil in combination with each other. They are my FAVORITES. And I use the free sample sizes as travel sizes, so if you wanna do the same or just try these two together for only $5 shipping, you totally can! Highly recommend! You can also try their Squalane + Peptide Eye Gel in the same free sampling program. I’ve tried several different eye gels, and they’ve historically been pretty harsh on my skin, but I have LOVED this stuff. Because it’s somehow powerful, yet still perfect for sensitive under-eyes.

I was also so stoked when they started offering their signature 100% Squalane Oil in travel size because I mainly use this on my hair to tame its naturally frizzy tendencies. Which is key when you’re in the middle of an internal debate about bringing your curling iron.


I’m actually excited to travel like this! Despite my BFF Taylor being completely beside herself that I would deliberately choose to not bring more fashion options for London, because hello, it’s London. But LIKE I SAID … we’re going with highly curated haha. I’ll let you know how it goes.
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