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TINY BRIDAL PARTY

Kids wedding photos on beachMy cousin Kristin got married a couple of weeks ago in a beautiful beachfront wedding in the middle of a nor’easter. The bride was stunning, the groom (Andrew) was giddy and the kids were stinking adorable. I was honored to be a bridesmaid (my cousin has always been more like a sister to me) and I was thrilled when she asked if Isla would be their flower girl. Isla talked about “throwing flowers at Kristin’s wedding” for literally weeks before the big day. My nephew James was the ring bearer, or as he called himself the “ring carrier.” He’s four and he told everyone his job was “the most important wedding job because they can’t get married without rings!” My younger cousin Cayden, and my sister’s older son Ryan and Theo were “ushers” (meaning they showed up looking dapper and ready to party). Kristin let me choose everyone’s outfits and I couldn’t help myself. How freaking cute are they!? (Hashtag squad goals.)

Confession: the tiny lady in some of the pictures is my niece Laila, who didn’t actually attend the wedding. My sister and I are a little crazy (it’s in our genes) so the day after the wedding we got our kids all dressed up again so we could stage a photo shoot and include Laila in the fun. They were such troopers!

The ceremony was beautiful, the party was a blast, the bride and groom are perfect and I will cherish the memories of that weekend and these images of our sweet babies forever.

Congratulations Kristin and Andrew! xx

{On the Girls: Posh Peanut crochet dresses; Mason and Harlow flower crowns; Zara shoes (on Isla); Freshly Picked gold moccasins (on Laila) | On the Guys: Zara Oxford shirts and navy chinos (baby shirt and baby pants for Theo); H&M suspenders (sold out, similar here); Etsy bow ties; Freshly Picked “Beehive State ” Moccasins (on Theo); similar sneakers here and here}

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMERICA + ME

July 4thWe celebrated the Fourth down the shore with family (shocking, I know) and ever since we got home Isla has been asking nonstop for the “beepch!” She falls more in love with the ocean and sand every time we visit. That little bum. Mostly though she really loves the taste of the sand. I’m not kidding. At one point she stuck her face on the beach and just started licking. She also discovered that her shovel can be used to spoon sand into her mouth. Weirdo. Aside from spending as much time as possible on the beach, we ate a lot of lobster, the guys played a lot of ping-pong, I didn’t eat enough ice cream, Isla tried her first popsicle (homemade by my cousin with fruit and yogurt!) and she enjoyed her first fireworks in her PJs on the beach. It was a lazy, relaxing weekend. OH! And the best part … Isla started calling me Mama! F I N A L L Y ! It’s pretty much the cutest thing ever and she can get away with very bad things every time she says it because I melt like butta. That girl. She’s totally playing me. Best birthday present ever.

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ISLA’S FAVORITE WEEKEND

Yankee_Stadium_Kiddie_Pool_2We had a great weekend. If you ask Isla, I bet she’ll tell you it was the best ever. We spent a few days down the shore with family and friends, spoiling Isla rotten with attention and endless amounts of fresh air, water and sunshine. We ate lots of seafood and too much ice cream, spent a beautiful day on the beach, lounged in Isla’s Yankee Stadium pool (yes, I just said that) and enjoyed the breezy, salty air all weekend. Our fearless little fishie is officially obsessed with the beach and ocean. Even a wipe out and mouth full of saltwater couldn’t keep her away. Though why did no one tell me reapplying sunscreen on a sandy, saltwatery, cranky toddler who hasn’t had a nap but refuses to leave the beach is the hardest thing ever? Now that we’re home, she keeps asking, “Beach?” and calling for my aunt, which means we’re going to have to go back ASAP!

p.s. We found out the gender of baby no. 2 on Monday so be on the lookout for the big reveal this week! Any guesses? (If you already know you’re not allowed to guess … MOM!)

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family traditions

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Every year on my mom’s birthday my parents used to take my sisters and me to a tree farm in Michigan to pick out and chop down our own Christmas tree. It was always snowy and freezing (it was Michigan after all) and I’m sure we did our fair share of complaining the entire time. But it’s not the misery of being dragged on a family outing that I remember. It’s the wonderful tradition of trekking through the snow-covered fields to find the perfect tree that stuck with me. Our tree had to be at least 15 feet tall, symmetrical, full and, well, perfect. Fast forward to two years ago when my husband insisted we get our tree at a home improvement store because it was raining and Christmas was two days away since it took me that long to convince him we needed one in the first place. Then last year I was so pregnant I could barely stand on my own two feet so Chris walked a few blocks away and carried our tree home from a street corner tree stand. Finally, this year I got my tree farm adventure. I shamelessly used our daughter to get my way — “But, honey, don’t you want Isla to have memories of picking out her first tree on a tree farm?!” It worked.

I know it’s not technically a tradition if we’ve only done it once (kind of like how a “first annual” event is not a real thing), but I’m calling it a tradition because we had so much fun I know even my husband will want to do this year after year. We ventured out to the New Jersey burbs to Indian Acres Tree Farm, where we had the pick of the litter. There were no crowds nor lines. We hopped on a tractor-pulled wagon, got dropped off in a field of trees, found our perfect tree and the staff did everything from chopping it down to tying it to our car. No hassle, no fuss. Just a gorgeous Christmas tree and new, happy family memories. As for Isla, she couldn’t stop hyperventilating with excitement. And it turns out she has great taste in Christmas trees.

Picking our own Christmas Tree at Indian Acres Tree Farm in Medford, NJ

Picking our own Christmas Tree at Indian Acres Tree Farm in Medford, NJ

Picking our own Christmas Tree at Indian Acres Tree Farm in Medford, NJ

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Picking our own Christmas Tree at Indian Acres Tree Farm in Medford, NJ

Picking our own Christmas Tree at Indian Acres Tree Farm in Medford, NJ

Picking our own Christmas Tree at Indian Acres Tree Farm in Medford, NJ

Picking our own Christmas Tree at Indian Acres Tree Farm in Medford, NJ

Picking our own Christmas Tree at Indian Acres Tree Farm in Medford, NJ

Picking our own Christmas Tree at Indian Acres Tree Farm in Medford, NJ

Picking our own Christmas Tree at Indian Acres Tree Farm in Medford, NJ

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 There she is … our perfect Christmas tree!