I Can't Live Without...

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Ladies ladies ladies!!!  There are certain things in life if we didn't have access to, we'd be F$%*ed!  Here are today's Top 5!

Belly Bandit Bandita Nursing Bra - Comfortable, convenient and shockingly (I hesitate to say) cute?!! $46 www.bellybandit.com 

Table Toppers - Stick on/disposable placemats to protect our little ones from germy tables Bio-degradable  60 for $16 www.amazon.com

Aden and Anais Sleeping Bags - To ward of sleepless nights - these will become your child's best friend/security blanket and a great transition from swaddling  http://www.adenandanais.com $45

Core Power Yoga - To uncover your zen in a world of chaos and let's face it, an incredible to lose that baby boat. Locations around the Country corepoweryoga.com 

Mr. Cheese O's - Healthy, all-natural, on-the-go snack for you and your little ones to share.  Plus, I use them as salad toppers. Multi-purpose perfection. Need I say more www.mrcheeseos.com

 

 

I Am...

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I Am...Dispassionate.  There's a common misconception about the meaning of that word.  I guess I just figured "dispassionate" meant the exact opposite of passionate, essentially, not giving a crap, being lazy.  Not true.  In fact, being dispassionate is something I totally strive for in life these days

In the dictionary, Dispassionate is an adjective meaning, not influenced by strong emotion, and so able to be rational and impartial.

There have been so many times that I  grip so tightly to the result of my effort or practice but sadly the result hasn't turned out as I would hope.  As you know, that can lead down a destructive path.  So, I offer you this...Become dispassionate, meaning let go --- of the results, the conclusion, disconnect from the outcome. I suggest taking a more rational, impartial approach.  It is the most liberating thing, swears.  Let me point out, by no means am I suggesting that you give up or stop caring but rather just the opposite.  Give whatever it is you're doing 150% -- wholehearted passion but leave it there...and become dispassionate about the outcome.

I practice this in yoga- if there's a pose I desperately want to perfect, I give it my all, but then let go with how it turns out.  The same applies off the mat.  If I go in for a meeting, plan a birthday party, cook for friends, etc., I do the absolute BEST I can do giving all my passion, then I disconnect with the outcome, becoming dispassionate.  So simple, and so damn effective.  Anywhoo...I suggest you give it a shot...Life becomes so much more peaceful x

All My Love, Haute Mommies

Mother's Day Gifts For Every Haute Mom

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If you're at a loss figuring out what to get your mom, wife, or yourself this Mother's Day and feel pinched for time, not to worry we've got ya covered.  Here are our top pick for every type of Haute Mommy this Sunday. The Haute Mom Who Has It All - The 24 Carat Gold Facial https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmP_gSyGigc

The Haute Mom In Heels - Sole Soothers from www.footpetals.com  $40

The New Haute Mom - Chic Diaper Bag With a Good Cause http://nymag.com/thecut/2015/05/practical-mothers-day-gift-for-a-good-cause.html $195

The Haute Mom With Grown Kids - Fancy Frame (Digital Frame with rotating pictures) $125 amazon.com

The Active Haute Mom - Customize With NikeiD http://store.nike.com/us/en_us/pw/womens-nikeid-shoes/1k9Z7ptZbrk?ipp=84  100+++

The Haute Mom/Foodie - Cheese Of The Month- http://www.murrayscheese.com/monthly-clubs.html 4 months for $275

The Haute Hollywood Mom - The Book Of Joan by daughter Melissa Rivers barnesandnoble.com $15

My Kid Hates Me...

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I was counting down the days until our first trip away. Vegas, my best friend’s wedding, Bloody Mary’s by the adult pool rather than bouncing babies at the kiddy pool. It was time for us to be kids again. I created this vision in my head for months leading up to our actual trip that I’d finally recharge my flickering battery (In Vegas?? Really??) returning more grounded, restored and present with a gleaming little boy at the front door chomping at the bit to greet me and jump back into my arms. Wow was I in for a surprise.

 

I returned home more exhausted ever (duh, it’s VEGAS!) and my baby wouldn’t even so much as look in my direction. I kneeled down to pick him up, overwhelmed to see how much he’d grown in literally 72 hours…first thing he did was push me away and reach out for my dad, who – along with my mom- stayed our place to watch him while we were livin it up. This continued all day, into the next. I was convinced, my kid hates me. And the guilt sets in. Maybe we should’ve only gone for 2 nights, maybe Gibson should have come with us…maybe maybe maybe… My mom assured me it was just “a phase” and “would pass”

We all know it’s tough to balance life as a mom and still manage to take time for ourselves whether it be a wknd away with the hubs or an afternoon to lunch with the ladies or 30 minutes to shower and blow dry our hair. I’m not one who’s willing to totally give up on myself and my needs ONLY to focus on the needs of my little guy. I believe we can do both and actually have it all. It’s true, my son comes first ALWAYS but I follow closely behind.

It was now 48 hours since coming back from our sinful wknd in Sin City. My son was slowly warming up to me and I could feel bit by bit his walls start to break down. At Mommy and Me that day, our teacher asked if anything new had taken place over weekend. Oh you mean other than my child tossing me to the side like an old, used-up toy?? Her response: “It’s totally normal.” What? For your child to hate you?! I’d never heard of this but then she explained that babies will often give parents the cold shoulder for up to 48 hours after they return from being away. Babies are confused, scared and not sure if you’ll leave them again so they instinctually put up a wall to perhaps protect themselves. This made total sense. Gibson was just acting as nature instructed him to…even if it was at my expense.

Fast forward to now, today- one week later. I can’t seem to suction my child off my hip. He’s back to being a total mamas boy – until next week that is. Palm Springs, another friend’s wedding, 2 nights away. At least I’m prepared this time.