Sometimes, in Florida, you get baby Lizards in you hair. Can you see him????
The crazy professor
Happy Fourth of July weekend
‘MERICA BABY! That’s right, we’re celebrating in style! Ripped up jeans, sleeveless American Flag shirts, red cowgirl boots, daisy dukes, pig tails and a baby on your hip… Livin’ the dream.
Get Viola’s shorts Here
To watch the fire works we took the kids to a friends penthouse in downtown Sarasota. We didn’t have to battle the crowds and we had incredible views. Viola didn’t blink, Harlow giggled with excitement throughout while repeating her 4 year old 4th of July mantra- “Boom fire, boomboom fire, boom, fire”
Happy Birthday America!
Grandpa’s lemonade
Outdoor shower bliss
Beach Bums
The umbrella dress
The rain had stopped hours ago, but the umbrella stayed open and in true Harlow fashion she was with us, trailing along, but lost in her own little umbrella world. You can find this dress Here
My little man
It’s good to be home
Coming home always feels so good, but I’ve lived in Europe for 10 years now and coming home does, sadly, feel foreign. Experiencing culture shock in my own country is a very bizarre feeling and one I really don’t like, but give me a couple weeks and I will be chatting with strangers like its my job, connecting with other people I don’t know and remembering how much I love a random interaction with another happy human and how it can make your whole day. I’ll be throwing around ” Hi, how are you’s and have a nice day’s” like a champ. I’ll certainly stop trying to pack my own groceries and instead stand there totally non-plussed calmly flipping through gossip magazines whilst someone else separates, packs and loads. I will no longer be completely overwhelmed by the 10 thousand options everywhere I go. I will simply scan, select, and move on all the while holding a Starbuck’s latte. I will only be a happy shopper if I have gotten deal or bought everything for at least 70 percent off. I will remember how to speak English again!!!! I will remember how easy it is to be home, I’ll relax into my old stars n’ stripes skin and my soul will take a big breath of goodness and I will certainly remember that I am proud to be an American!















