I've been trying to write this birth story for 9 months. NINE Months. Motherhood is hard. It's really fucking hard. But, perhaps, the thing that makes it the hardest is the expectation of perfection that we put on ourselves. This was not my first rodeo. I left two awesome boys at home with my best friend when I went to the hospital to labor with my daughter. I had a little bit of an idea of how things were going to go. I was completely fucking wrong. I'm never at a loss for words. Just ask my husband. But when thinking about the birth of my daughter the very first word that comes to mind is... "trauma," and that's not how I wanted to remember it. So, I sat with these words, neatly packed down in my throat, hoping time would change the narrative. It hasn't. What it has done is added words like joy, blessed, and surrender. But "trauma" is still right there. On top. Holding the rest of those things down. After nine months, I'm realizing I have to allow the word "trauma" to be born, or I'll never allow the fullness of those other words to come to fruition. I realize this isn't the typical light & fluffy writing that so permeates the blogosphere, but hopefully these words will shed light on the full range of emotions associated with giving birth. Hopefully it will resonate with you. And if it inspires you to tell your story, please leave me a…
You will have to forgive me as I dust off the cobwebs. Post election I was in a daze, which I briefly talked about my post about radio silence. Then my family and I moved from Los Angeles to the D.C. area the week before Christmas. It was a sought after promotion and transfer, but ya know, hindsight is 20/20, and moving across the country with two small children and a dog while 24wks pregnant was probably not the easiest decision we could have made.
She's here! And our world will forever be different. Eleanor Rosalie joined us on Apr 3 at 5:55am. Weighing 6lbs 10oz, this tiny squishy girl made a dramatic entrance and is stealing hearts and taking names. She is perfect and little and everything I never knew I needed. I was really good at being a boy mom, but you guys... this... this I think I can do. So, welcome baby Eleanor. The world is yours for the taking.
In case you missed it, be sure to check out my previous skincare post where I talked about my morning skincare routine. Mornings are harried. The toddler has about 1 million stories to tell, the 1st grader requires constant reminders that it's a school day (& like, get ready for school!) and I'd rather not be talked to until I've had my coffee. So, appropriately, morning skincare is just about giving myself a clean slate so that I can have fresh glowing skin; or on days that I wear makeup it's about prepping the skin to give my minimal make-up routine the best possible foundation. Evenings are a different beast. While our evenings are still nothing short of chaotic, the husband and I usually go to bed hours after the kiddos so, if I'm not too lazy, there is more time for attending to nourishing my skin. Keep reading for the low down on my evening skincare.
When thinking about revealing the sex/gender of baby #3, I knew that I wanted to recreate the reveal of baby #2. So, after Elijah's winter ballet recital we headed down to the Santa Monica Beach Pier to squeeze a little photo session in the midst of all the holiday hoopla (not to mention we were engulfed in planning our big cross-country move. I am super happy with how the photos turned out. I'm in full on mom swoon. So what's it gonna be?
It's the most wonderful time of the year... and it happens to be the busiest too. We're in the midst of a huge cross-country move, so just consider this a little photo dump. Hope you're Holidays are more relaxed and just as wonderful.
I wrote this a few weeks ago. I'm just getting around to posting it. So... you've noticed I've been quiet for a while? Apologies. I have a few posts that were queued up, but then another (and another) black man was killed. And then my brother's city was in riots, and shutdown, and chaos. And... honestly, it just didn't feel appropriate to write about my evening skincare routine, and to not NOT talk about the state of racial injustice. But like, this isn't that type of blog... right?
Before having kids I could literally fall asleep with a full face from a night of dancing, then wake up and do the bare minimum without a single concern about acne. Admittedly I was lucky... with normal to dry skin, I could swipe my face with a makeup remover wipe (half-assed) and quickly run whatever Target aisle facial cleanser I'd picked up over my skin — usually Neutrogena, hello 90s — and call it good. Spoiler Alert... this is NOT a skincare routine. doh. But, if I've learned anything, it's that children change everything. I often joke that my husband's Italian roots turn me into a sweaty, oil producing monster during pregnancy (he is oily & blames his Italian genes) and we've all heard about the woes of pregnancy hormones and the havoc they can reek on our skin. But what I didn't expect, was for those hormonal changes to linger long after the babies had arrived. Add over a year of hormonal craziness, exhaustion, questionable nutrition in those months following baby, and then the perils of an ever changing routine, and you might end up with full fledged "mom-face". Read on for how I combat this problem. —
Hello There. Welcome to Cultivating Motherhood. I'm Kimberly Fe'Lix, a mother of three. This is a glimpse into my life as I navigate the intersection of lifestyle and motherhood. From style inspiration for both mom and kids, to cool baby/kid gear, and practical tips for cultivating a lifestyle you’ll love, I hope you can find something to love here. Read more...