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“Are you ready to party, West Hollywoooood!!??” Soul Cycle has arrived in LA. And even though I kicked off my cycling tour with the cheesiest instructor ever, I admit, I kinda drank the cool-aid. When Jon informed me that I really won’t lose the last few pounds of babyness by reading Harper’s Bazaar on a Precor machine, I decided (at the encouragement of some NY friends) to go hard on the bike, even though I have been a Spin hater for years. And although I feel as if I am on The Biggest Loser (so fucking outta shape!) I have to say that my endorphins are thanking me. On a different transformative note, another thing I’ve been hating for years (but am now loving) is coconut water. I read about Harmless Harvest and I swear it tastes like toasted coconuts for only 45 cals. The electrolytes are the perfect compliment to my new found love for the “ride.” Now all I have to do is get the balls to swing around my towel in the air. True story.

In my newly stressful days and nonexistent nights, I feel more tired than ever. And reaching for that 5:00 glass of wine has not helped matters. In fact, it’s simply adding to the overall puffiness. I read about these Nuun electrolyte tablets (the packaging caught my eye, natch,) and finally tried the Citrus one when I spotted it at our local bike shop yesterday. Jon annoyingly pointed out that there is sorbitol in it (he gets self-richeous about fake sugar but asked our Baby Nurse to share her Chick-fil-A!) so you can say it’s sort of a diet sports drink, if you will. Regardless, it’s helping me along through my sleep deprivation and actually giving me enough energy to deal with my life. I fully endorse this product as a great new-mom drink…

I keep my kids on the straight and narrow during the week because the weekends are filled with gluttonous parties drowned in pizza, apple juice and sugary cake from a Mexican bakery (an LA spesh.) I don’t know if all the oatmeal and salba seeds in the world could cancel out those birthday binges. With my own daughter’s birthday fast approaching, I am not going be the one to sub bagels and coffee for kale and quinoa but I will perform some trickery with the birthday cake. Babycakes, one of my favorite vegan New York spots, has just opened a second LA location on Larchmont, where we make our weekly Farmer’s Market runs. I’ve since learned that they’ll make agave-sweetened, gluten free birthday cakes that would fool both parent and child. And if you don’t live in the neib, they sell their cake mix on their site. Take that, Sprinkles.

Let me tell you that being back in the world of newborndom is a real hoot. I forgot everything. Like when I asked our baby nurse what I am supposed to do with the baby once she stops sleeping so much (her answer: put her on a mat, do tummy time, take her for walks.) Oh right. And when she informed me that the baby should get a bath every night or every other night (like that will happen,) I couldn’t even figure out how to place the newbie tub-thing on the sink. But the deliciousness and the memory of the sweet little noises all came rushing back, along with a newfound curiosity for who this person will become, even in just six months from now. And since it feels like ages since I last had a newborn, there is a whole new crop of baby stuff that is capturing my attention. One of which is my new favorite baby gift, a foam footprint kit from Marlies Von Soden which you display in its stylish foil packaging and is way chicer than the Color Me Mine footprint we made for Gem. But then again, what did I know back then?

Macaroon Original is on Maternity Leave. See you when I can see straight!

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After my Banana case fell, like, twelve times, I figured it was time to get my IPhone a new outfit. But since I pull it out so often, I wanted it to be a good one.  When I saw this Swash case on netaporter, I had an Ooh La La moment, a rare occurrence with something as plebeian as an IPhone accessory. Designed by a scarf company, you can easily see why it’s so gorge. Now when you want to show off your gawgeous kids by way of the Hipstamatic application, (I maintain that all children look cuter through a vintage lens,) you can also show off your gawgeous phone. Instant upgrade!

 

Whenever I see people biking around town with their toddlers in one of those back-seaters, I think How can that be safe? Unless you are riding around with your kid in the country and fell into like, a patch of lavender or something. As of late my husband is in love with this one gear Linus bike. Or rather he is in love with the idea of this bike (“I’ll just take Rafi down to the new Trader Joes on it.”)…Um. What? And even though Boomer (yup!) the guy at the bike shop assured us that it was perfectly safe to tote tots, I’m just not convinced. For now I told Jon he can go pick up some milk, solo, if he must. The company, based in Venice, has a cool, vintage vibe that looks smooth in city and the countryside alike.

***Please not the subject line is a biking reference from my favorite subplot of “Singles”

While I still read every magazine on the newsstand (from British Conde Nast Traveler to Australia Vogue Living to Food and Wine,) I’ve found that the more incredible children’s publications live online. Just recently I discovered  Babiekins, a Southern California pub (yes you heard that right, playas) with photo shoots that are so awesome but also make you laugh when you think of how your kid would freak out if you tried to turn them into a human pom pom and then take their picture. So editorial! There are some damn inspirational images with lots of great looking kid’s rooms to boot. And while Cookie it’s not, sometimes we just need a li’ aspiration over the reality of a looming Black Friday.

This post is a love letter to both my favorite new online store, Thumbeline, and their exclusive Birdskull head pieces, with which I am obsessed (note my former posts on Little Doe, Wovenplay and Simone Agency headdresses….This is clearly a pattern.) Not only is this site California-based, proving that we actually have style and taste, but they are committed to making the best Euro lines more accessible to us ‘Staters. And look, no $50 shipping fee from Germany, what a treat! Another treat? Check out this little punim, below!

I vowed to stop buying my kids expensive barrettes due to their complete disregard for them. I shudder when I think about how much I’ve spent on the lil’ clips as they seem to disappear into thin air. Tragic. I was about ten H&M Hello Kitty barrettes deep when I found these Hello Shiso styles that made me want to curate a whole new barrette collection (Yup! I used an art word.) And while I’ll have to keep a watchful eye on them, it might be worth it. I don’t know, ask me that question next time  I’m hunting through stroller pockets and car seats.

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