First of all. Um, how amazing did Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge look right after giving birth?! That ain’t right. Seriously. That ain’t right. I could literally gush all day about how uh-dorable that polkadot dress was, and how glowy, and happy the new parents looked! I admit, I got a tiny bit emotional seeing the joyful, little royal family. Cuteness and perfection all melded into that happy little scene we were privy to via one million obnoxious photogs, and news crews. Super thrilled for them! Happy, happy sigh.
Okay, moving on to very serious business at hand… Welp, after all that “Make it Work” hullabaloo, I thought it was high time for a vacay at the beach! Vacays are all about propping up your feet, consuming gorgeous views and good food, while enjoying (hopefully) dear company. And, of course, all of this is most definitely needed and appreciated when one is heavily preggers! I put together some easily-interchangeable, casual looks for the beach, because who wants to get all fussy over clothes when you’re supposed to be relaxing? On vacay, less is always more. Keep it bright, simple, and ocean-breezy, my friend, and enjoy every, single second of your time away!
On a more personal note… While vacays are super great, I personally think a babymoon is in order, Mama. I confess; I had no idea that babymoons even existed until I was seven months along with my third, and my husband’s sainted, Angel Aunt (that’s what I call her) sent us off on one. It was pure bliss. Our floor-level room opened to a lush, short stretch of lawn, and we could stroll/waddle just a few yards to the beach from our cute, little patio. We had our fire going at night (the Oregon coast is allllways deliciously chilly at night!), and left our doors wide open, so the sound of the ocean came billowing in with the gauzy, sheer curtains. I suppose we could have gotten mugged, but I was so high on relaxation, I’m positive I wouldn’t have even noticed. The most important thing: the inn where we stayed had a never-ending supply of warm, homemade, fresh-baked cookies. Did I mention they were warm and homemade? Sweet. Mother of Goodness. I tested that never-ending supply thing OUT, too, let me tell ya (well, I made my husband do the gazillion cookie runs because I was too embarrassed. And super busy propping up my feet). This magical inn even had a baby gift for us with a handwritten note of congratulations, and it was wrapped and waiting on our beautiful, perfect bed when we arrived. I totally cried. Everyone was so sweet, and the whole visit was just sooooo perfectly amazing, it almost felt unreal. I cried when we arrived, and I ugly-sobbed when we had to leave. Needless to say, it will forever be “My Happy Place,” and it is my hope that every mama has a place like that to mentally retreat to when, say… you somehow swipe baby poo underneath your eye instead of concealer (you’d
think hope that would be completely impossible, but it really, really isn’t). Which is why mamas need amazing Happy Places. This is mine:
I wish you all much happiness in the form of lovely babymoons, ocean breezes, and an endless supply of warm, homemade cookies. I mean it.
Until next Wednesday…
-Carrie J (proud mama of 4)