Reasons My House Looks Terrible

If only H's puzzles looked as neat as this.  And if only he had one - just one- with all its pieces.  And don't get me started on the ones that make noise when you place a piece correctly.  Okay, I'll start - they talk to you even without the correct piece placed; in fact, they don't need a piece at all.  It's some poltergeist shit, let me tell you.

You might think why does this girl have army men, Henry might choke on them, they aren't educational, blah blah blah...you also might think about biting me.  He has a ball with his little green guys.  And I let him.  But damn do they hurt when you step on them.

This picture is not representative of the sheer amount of large legos, blocks,shapes, etc. etc. that are strewn about our home.  

We do not have a complete alphabet set in any capacity - fridge magnets, flashcards, block letters.  We might have one complete set combined.

Mardi Gras, how I love thee.  But why does your cheap crap remain with me all through the year?  So endearing in the moment.  So annoying later on.

Things I need for my sanity:  Toys with parts that stay in place.  Imagine that.

Targeting My Closet

In honor of the 3.1 Philip Lim for Target collaboration debuting on the 15th, I give you a few outfits of the day utilizing some pieces from the past; in fact, maybe in these next few days I'll try to show off all my cheap chic swag.  Also, I'm so backed up on selfies it isn't even funny.  I'll unload a few now.

Missoni x Target

Marc Fisher flats

J Crew belt

Knockoff Cartier ring from Jewelmint Collaborative

Erin Fetherson x Target

Calvin Klein pant

Lucky Brand wedges

Erica Anenberg terrain ring

Thakoon x Target cardigan

Topshop tank

really old Urban Outfitters skirt

Matt Bernson sandals

Growing Up

A warning up front:  this post is about Miley Cyrus.

Everyone has their opinions on her recent VMA performance, and I do too, albeit scattered.  In sum, I think the performance was tasteless.  I am not sure whether I am more disturbed by the exploitation of a young woman  in several ways, including her pairing with a much older gigolo artist or the ignorance of the racist undertones regarding black women.  I also admit that I have a guilty pleasure of seeing people's seething reactions to her clowny performance.  I also think she looks like she's having fun, and you know...girls just wanna.  But then I come around full circle and remember the operative word to that lyric: girls.  She is a girl in so many ways, and that performance, her music video, so many things...they can't be undone.  So yeah...I don't know.  And she's naked in her new video:

I do know this.  I'm a mother of a son and he is being raised to respect women.  He will also understand sexuality to the best that his parents can educate him, and from an early age.  I do not have a little girl, but I might some day.  And it scares me how much difference a few years can make.  

Baby in a Box

My baby loves to play in boxes.  And really, he just loves to play with them in general.  Which is why I'm totes doing about five of the ideas in this post from apartment therapy.  Love!

Making Room

I already bragged about finishing a book on my Hawaii trip, but shortly after, I actually read another.   Imagine that.  I actually began it in Hawaii because it caught my eye at B&N at the Ala Moana center.  Room, By Emma Donaghue.  I picked it because it is about a mother and her son.  But I wasn't prepared for how haunting, creepy, and traumatic this read was.  I should also mention that I loved it.

It's about a mama and her boy.  She's been held captive for years, kidnapped while in college, and yeah, her baby daddy is her captor and a disgusting old man.  Despite the scariness, it's a literary accomplishment.  Anyway, heard they're bringing it to the big screen.  The author is writing the script and to be honest, I can't wait for the movie.  Even though I might need a xanax to get through it.

Lego Those Stereotypes!

Lego released their series 11 minifigures...and one of them is a female scientist.  My worlds collide!

To quote Cool Mom Picks: "Meet the new female LEGO scientist minifig who's wielding two Erlenmeyer flasks, isn't dressed in a pink lab coat, and her torso doesn't include cleavage."

But sadly, also read this and see this:

A selection of women minifig torsos.  And also note some of our scientist's friends from the current series.

Meet Pretzel Girl

Diner Waitress

And my favorite, cat lady grandma.  At least she doesn't have the boobage like the diner gal, or the corset of the "pretzel girl".  And on that note, guys - let's call a spade a spade.  You made a beer wench and are selling her to kids.

Geez, Lego.