Here’s the deal. I have two infants. I have no time. This is literally true now, as compared to when I used to be like “OMG, I have no time” before I had kids and what I actually meant was “I’ll really have to write this story lighting fast if I want to make it to my favorite Equinox class at noon.”
Nevertheless, three months postpartum, you won’t catch me with chipped nails or too many visible grey hairs (ugh, I just put that on the Internet). Postpartum beauty is a key self-esteem tool for me at a time in life when so much is new and scary. I may not have the magic touch that can make my baby stop crying instantly every time, but I can have amazing nails with a little advance planning and a couple hours a month of family/hubby willing to run interference. That much I can control. And I’ll tell you what: In my world, conversation-starting nail art is key to faking it til I make it.
So I’ve modified a couple of my key beauty routines to suit my life as a new twin mom. Here are the two new mom beauty go-tos that work for me…
It’s now officially three months since I delivered my twins, and alas, I’m not quite ready for my bikini Us Weekly cover. It turns out — wait for it — stars are not just like us.
While I’ll resist a tirade about the dangerous nature of our cultural body-after-baby-in-five-minutes obsession, I can say that I am fully cleared after C-section to resume most excercise (with the exception of things like crunches that could exacerbate my diastasis recti — but that will be a topic for another post). And I’m back to eating right after, shall we say, several months of ravenous appetite indulgence related to creating two human bodies inside my body. And, yes — I have a few (ahem) more pounds still to lose before I’m back at my pre-pregnancy weight.
Only thing is I’m working full time and have the two teeny humans mentioned above to look after. So there’s not the time there used to be to devote to grocery shopping, recipe hunting, cooking, counting calories, focusing on portions, and all that jazz.
So I’m back to my old standby: The Fresh Diet.
Hear ye, hear ye!
We are so excited to announce the birth of our twins!
Jordan Oscar Rosen (6 pounds 6 ounces, 19 inches long, at 7:42 a.m., “Twin A,” on July 22, 2014)
Maya Zoe Rosen (5 pounds 12 ounces, 19 inches long, at 7:43 a.m., “Twin B,” on July 22, 2014)
Maya has dark hair like her dad and Jordan is platinum blond like me as a little girl. They are amazing, devastating, precious little people, and we can’t believe we made them!
We all left the hospital on Saturday and are starting our journey together at home.
Posts here might be sparse for a while (because: NEWBORN TWINS!) but I’ll be back in full effect after a little bonding time off.
Shortly after David and I started dating, we went on a camping trip to Big Sur with friends. There was probably alcohol involved when we ended up doing an impassioned fireside a capella duet to LL Cool J’s “Around the Way Girl.” My girl Melissa said, “Man, you dorks were made for each other.”
And the rest is history, a marriage built on the fundamentals of, among a few other key things, a shared love of ’90s hip hop. Appropriately, on our wedding day, my MOH sister Elisabeth and bestie bridesmaid Avril kicked off their shoes and did an epic rap in lieu of a toast to MC Rob Base and DJ EZ Rock’s “It Takes Two,” with new lyrics just for us. *Tears.* It was the best. (Note to self: Launch retroactive viral video campaign. First dig up video.)
Four years later, now that we’re expecting twins — guess what? The “It Takes Two” theme works equally well as a celebratory anthem! (Twins! Two?! Get it?) So the wedding party crew was back at it as hostesses behind an amazing ’90s hip hop baby shower theme.
Behold some of the photographic highlights from the day:
What are your thoughts on maternity photography?
Hoo-boy, I have seen some hokey-ass things that I did not want to replicate — weird props, blowing fans, heart-shaped hands, body paint (?), airbrushed insets a la Sears (?!), belly kissing (?!?). But given we’re expecting two babies, I am thinking of this pregnancy as a one-shot deal if all goes well. That means I have no more than 10 more weeks to be pregnant left in this lifetime. (I will miss the cutting in bathroom lines indiscriminately, but not the back pain). And I felt we should document this moment for posterity.
Hubby was very eh on the matter of a maternity photo shoot, and I get that. I do. But that’s not to say I ever squandered a Kodak moment in this life either. (Have you met me?) Lucky for us, we know one of the most talented photographers in town — Sean Twomey over at 2Me Studios — who happens to be a low-key, fuss-free pleasure to work with. So we set aside a Saturday morning on a gorgeous day for a Los Angeles maternity photography shoot that really felt like hanging out in the park among friends with no pressure and no wild expectations.
I guess I’ve been so conditioned by link bait that I actually think in listicle form. (Anyone else?) So, since I’ve been compiling this “what not to say to a woman pregnant with twins” list in my head anyway as I go along, please indulge me while I vomit it forth upon the Internet.
With one disclaimer: I always found these “what not to do/say” lists wildly patronizing — like, OK, fine, sorry I bothered to talk to you at all, cranky lady! But I imagine this post as less of a finger wag at kind people who are simply sweetly inquiring or making conversation, and who couldn’t really know better (or could they?), and more of a thing for other pregnant ladies to read along with their “amens” and “mmmmkays.” We’re in this together, moms-to-be of multiples! So without further ado:
Two years into Homebody in Motion’s life as a blog, it finally has an official logo.
The idea is to reflect everything I cover herein: travel, home, family (including those twins on the way!), and Los Angeles living primarily — with doses of food, fashion, and entertainment tossed in too.
OK, dear readers and impeccable home decorators! It’s giveaway time again. And I’m pretty pumped on the latest prize.
The modern home decor, furniture and accessories retailer LA Furniture Store is offering Homebody in Motion readers a $125 gift card toward its super chic and sleek modern styles, available online as well as at locations all over the country (including several right here in my home town of Los Angeles — DTLA and Westside Pavilion holler! — plus New York and Florida).
Put your (free!) money toward a huge selection of modern furniture, or use it to completely cover one amazing accent piece — like this gilded starburst mirror with kind of a mid-century modern feel, a steal at $125 on the nose. (It reminds me of my fave Palm Springs, and I totally want it in my house — we can be twinsies).
Oh yes, this blog is about to take a turn.
My absence here in recent weeks can be explained by the big news that (wait for it) I’m pregnant… with twins no less!
At this stage, I’m into the second trimester and expecting mid-summer. Obviously the exciting developments over here mean that our decision making about all matters both house related and travel related shift in new directions.
I hope you’ll keep reading to see where all of this takes us. I’m pretty darn curious myself!
I want to tell you guys about a really wonderful woman, and a really special little place in the world.
The woman is named Madi Collins, and the place is the colorful little PAW Animal Sanctuary on the tiny island of Caye Caulker in Belize.
I found Madi (that’s her pictured above) several weeks ago, while asking relatively pettier questions about hotels and such on TripAdvisor’s Belize forums. (Sidebar: Do you know about/use TripAdvisor’s travel forums? They’re the best wellspring of info ever.) She popped up there in a somewhat desperate search for a donated laptop for her animal sanctuary — and as a devoted animal lover, I reached out to her in the hopes we could help.
Just before our trip, we’d not yet turned up a spare laptop we could donate, but I emailed Madi to tell her I had a never-used smartphone, still in the box, if perhaps she could use it for her organization? She emphatically said she could, so I put it in my suitcase and we set off for Belize.