I only picked up a few things from ASOS, but I figured I would share. Continue reading “ASOS Try On”
I feel like I’m the last person who would give any type of advice on hair. The closest I’ve come to being a hair dresser was when I cut my best friends hair in 7th grade, put it in a plastic bag and hung it on my cork board in my bedroom. She clearly had to have it fixed and was in so much trouble for letting me do it (we were such bitches, we blamed in on our other best friend).
Buttt.. I’ve gotten so many DM’s about my hair I figured I might as well share what I use.
I’m pretty sure I’ve had the same curling iron and straightener for the last maybe, five years. I love them and they haven’t died yet. Usually my previous ones have only lasted me like a year.
Its A 10 – Miracle Leave in Product // It’s expensive, but worth every penny. Husband of the year bought me the extra large bottle because he was so sick of me making him always pick up the $12.00 bottle from CVS and going through it so quickly. I use it every night when my hair is wet. Wether you let your hair air dry or blow dry it, it is amazing. I don’t think my hair could survive without it.
Nano Titanium 1-1/4″ Straightening Iron // I know, the straightener is a little on the expensive side but I think all good straighteners are expensive. I mean, it’s lasted me five years so far so I don’t even mind how much I paid for it. My mom was going through these straighteners she would buy at TJ Max and would return them because they didn’t work or they would break right away. You get what you pay for.
Nano Titanium Spring Curling Iron // I usually use this for bigger, more full curls. It’s actually quicker for me to curl my hair than straighten it because I don’t hate it when it’s messy.
I would share what brush I use but it’s just a normal brush that I’ve had forever so who really cares. Aren’t all regular brushes the same?
I’m currently on a Kiehl’s Sunflower Color Preserving Shampoo and Kiehl’s Sunflower Color Preserving Conditioner kick. I love it, obsessed actually. It’s like a vacation for your hair and you get out of the shower feeling like heaven. They always have deals and a little goes a long way for both of them, it’s the price isn’t always what it says.
The past four months have been the craziest, most rewarding four months of my life.
Four months ago Danny was born, a month early. The first two weeks in the NICU were, at times, unbearable and terrifying. But we made it and he’s more perfect than we ever could’ve imagined.
I sware every age I say this is my favorite. He’s sleeping through the night, in the bassinet still –not for any particular reason other than I just don’t feel like getting up and putting him in his crib after he falls asleep on me in bed. The NICU doctor recommended to have the baby sleep in the bassinet next to me for the first year ..uhhh, no thank you. He won’t even fit in the bassinet in another month. He eats great, poops great and is just the most mellow babes.
Cabrey is as crazy as ever. Everyone asks, “how is she with Danny?” Aggressive and obsessed. She wants to hold him, take pictures and run away with him all at the same time. She’s constantly yelling, “DANNY!” when he’s sound asleep and thinks it’s hilarious to wake him up.
Tony is overloving, per usual. I think he’s pretty much used to having a baby around since Cabrey, so he’s kindof unchanged. He loves talking to him and making him laugh, (heartmelted) but he’s also 9 and always doing his own thing.
Two under two is insane. Everyone keeps telling me it’s worth it and gets easier, soooo I’m holding onto that.
Our weekends are spent at the football field, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love watching my husband coach and the way Tony looks up to him just makes all of the time I have to spend apart from him all worth it.
From the second my kids were born I’ve been making a mental list of the little attributes they got from me. His cute little nose and her lips: the good stuff. But, I’m pretty sure my oldest got my know-it-all attitude and drama: the WTF stuff.
Two years later I can still picture my 86 year old Italian grandmothers face staring at me from across her kitchen table when I told her what we would name our daughter if its a girl. “What’s a Cabrey?!”