tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-438978166831610780Fri, 25 Sep 2026 09:54:00 +0000fashionstylefriendshappinessquotelovehomeheart photothoughtskidsNYCfamilybeachdress metraveldesirelucalifeoceansealuca bearadvicebeautiful photobellyshopstory timeinspirationfoodfashion shootold photoafricababybeautyclothesmanlymusicphoto shootsummersunweekend5 things I lovedecorsnowcelebholidaysofficepinksingingaccessoriescharityhealthheartstanzaniaDIYanimalsartaudreydeskfashion showlove storyneedswimwaterweddingbikinicolorfridaylove quotepositive thoughtssandseleneshoesshoppingblack and whitechrissy teigendadeatfeelingsideasinterviewkid and momrainrecipesongstreet stylewhitewhite dresswomenadventurebagbeautifulbookscardressfunnyhaiti blogmakemanmenmomouttakeparentingpartyreadtattooto dotonywatchweekend inspirationwords20125 thingsNYC storyalanbabesbikebirthdayblogbluebrightbuycarine roitfeldchildrenchristine teigenconcertcookcouplescreatecreativecrystaldream housedream kitchendreamsdreamydrinkseditorialgood luckguyshairhouseinkliberty of londonlobolorimagazinesmarriageminimodelsnew york cityphotospoolproductsprojectsquotesreader emailreadingrunwayscentshadowsskateboardingskirtsports illustratedspringstarbucksstyle.comstylingsunglassessuper modeltallulahtaratommy tonvoguewalkwearweatherworkwriting10 things1990s3 things7 day challengeB+WCanouan IslandJ MendelLou doillonNYNew York TimesParisiana cup of joairplaneall whiteallurealoneamyangeranika brazilarticleassat homeattacksavocadobakebarstool romanticbeach bungalow 8bearbeautiful girlbehind the scenesbelievebenshenbestboatboatsbohobombingbostonboysbraceletsbright dressbrooklynbrooklyn deckerbuddhismbumbunniesbuttcarscensorshipchairschatcheck itchicchristy turlingtonclassicclosetclutchcollagecomfortcomme des garconsconversecovercoverupcozycrewcrushcupcakesd. porthaultdaily maildaughterdenimdennis golonkadesignersdogdreamdrivingdudeearringseastereco-chicelodie rambaud's websiteetsyevery woman should havefacefallfall storyfamiliyfarmfashion bananasfashion videofatherfeathersfeetfirst loveflickrfloatingfloralfloral crownflowersforever 21fortframesfreedomfrenchfrendsgarance doregardengiftsgisellegiveawaygrenedinesguitargwyneth paltrowhhatheadphonesheartheart sneakersheartbeat projectholidayhotelhow tohuffington posthungryindigoinspiration shootinternetjeansjennyjewelryjohn baldessarijohn legendkardashiankarmakate mosskatie holmeskeith Richardskid photoskids and momkitchenlanternsleoletterlittlelittle boyslivelondon fashion weeklove letterloverslulu frostlysamade by girlmadewellmagazinemake itmakeupmark westinghousemaskmatt langer blogmaximeanmediatemeditatemediummermaidmexicominismodelmomsmonika elenamoviesmust seemustachemy lifenecklaceneonnew orleansnew yearsnewspaperno more boring artnotesold glamold photosold schoolorganicpaintingpantsparisparrot caypeanut butterpeoplepersonalphotopicturesplaypoliticsprpregnancypregnantpretty lightrecipesred dressreikirelaxresolutionresolutionsrestaurantsroad triproomrose goldrunsadsamanthasandalsschoolsculpturessexyshadowsilversimpleskateboardskinskysmellssocialsongsstella mccartneystoriesstorystrangersstripesstuffed animalsundaysunsetsurf videosurfersswimmingtableteepeetentthailandthank you cardsthanksthanksgivingthe taylor headphonesthingsthoughttipitoestop 10topshoptrendtriptulumunder $100underwaterunion squarevalentines dayvanessa brunovanity teenvaseveganvideovideoswarmwatchesweekend tripsweird thingswhere to gowhite bikiniwomanwoodwoodsworkoutworkspacewornyouthyoutubezanzibarzip lineLOVE LIFEnoreply@blogger.com (nic)Blogger9061125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-438978166831610780.post-622393661540098228Thu, 12 Oct 2017 17:42:00 +00002017-10-12T13:42:34.299-04:00Two years ago<p class="mobile-photo"><a href=" src="; border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6476081200637464594" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href=" src="; border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6476081208281051362" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href=" src="; border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6476081216254730786" /></a></p>Hard to believe two years ago our little indigo blue was this tiny. I barely remember this crazy time. All I remember is her tugging at our hearts and making us smile endlessly.
<br>The fear of those beginning days, I just can't get back there. I just blocked it out.
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<br>He's pure lover. Pure kindness. Pure good.2017/09/the-love-child.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nic)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-438978166831610780.post-7291344091624617031Tue, 26 Sep 2017 21:36:00 +00002017-09-27T10:38:28.072-04:00Typical<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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2017/09/typical.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nic)16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-438978166831610780.post-6771918909439475422Tue, 26 Sep 2017 21:35:00 +00002017-09-27T10:38:59.777-04:00Look who's two!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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How has the time passed so fast? Feels like yesterday I was sitting quietly talking to the belly, wondering what this child would be like. And now, here she is, two years old and the most wild life lover of all.
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It's never lost on me that she's as fierce and curious and funny, but as bold and focused as they come. Strong doesn't do her justice.
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India Sky, I love your wild ways. I love how you make me live in the moment and show me who I am just by being you. I love that you remind me of me, even when you're face down on the floor crying over a lollipop.
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I recently told max that Luca makes me believe in past lives, that he makes me feel like I've known a life way before this. One we lived together. But Indi, Indi makes me believe in this moment. In living right now. It's today that matters most.
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I love you Indi girl. Happy 2nd birthday baby.</div>
2017/09/look-whos-two.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nic)6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-438978166831610780.post-6747033960055325590Tue, 23 May 2017 20:28:00 +00002017-05-23T16:28:12.407-04:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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2017/05/its-bad-too-to-tell-you-how-tired-i-am.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nic)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-438978166831610780.post-7437703064305444846Thu, 18 May 2017 20:25:00 +00002017-05-18T16:25:19.108-04:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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2017/05/ill-always-encourage-reckless-texts.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nic)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-438978166831610780.post-5959658043004239320Mon, 15 May 2017 20:20:00 +00002017-05-15T16:20:16.483-04:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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2017/05/the-ones-who-notice-storms-in-your-eyes.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nic)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-438978166831610780.post-5377923169691323096Mon, 15 May 2017 20:09:00 +00002017-05-15T16:09:08.466-04:00think about it....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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2017/05/lately-ive-been-thinking-about-who-i.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nic)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-438978166831610780.post-1292800876121001565Tue, 02 May 2017 15:13:00 +00002017-05-02T11:13:46.368-04:00The Comfort<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Luca and I carry stones with us everywhere we go. Rocks from the park, sea glass from the beach, rose quartz from our favorite crystal store in NYC. They are peaceful reminders of one another, of the depth of this world, of the universe and all it's power.<br />
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Sometimes i'll ask Luca what we should give to a friend, a little gift when they come over to visit or a birthday present, or a surprise for someone we love. A crystal is almost always his answer. And in the moment when he shares this, my heart stops for what feels like an eternity and I cannot help but say thanks to the world for bringing this lover to my life.<br />
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At 7 years old he understands the energy of living on a level so much deeper than most adults walking this crazy city. He clings to the fact that there is more, a life before and after that feeds the goodness we should all give to all around us - animals, people, the earth...<br />
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Forever grateful.</div>
2017/05/luca-and-i-carry-stones-with-us.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nic)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-438978166831610780.post-6126387444003097812Tue, 02 May 2017 14:50:00 +00002017-05-02T10:50:12.099-04:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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“We were those girls, the artist’s daughters, the mermaids, the ones with long, tangled hair who did what they wanted. Inside, always, she knew she was free.”<span class="quote-source text-muted" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; opacity: 0.3; transition: opacity 250ms;">— <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">Wonderland </i>by Stacey D'Erasmo </span></h2>
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2017/05/we-were-those-girls-artists-daughters.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nic)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-438978166831610780.post-7938554574318571774Mon, 01 May 2017 16:07:00 +00002017-05-01T14:41:43.056-04:00Heart revolution<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Spreading the love. Always.
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Oh Luca, you are the loveliest of all.<br />
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The life I've always wanted. So much better than I ever imagined.
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Now I just want more. Another blondie, another brunette, maybe a red head. I'm open to whatever I can get. Just want more lovers on my side.</div>
2017/04/this-is-love.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nic)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-438978166831610780.post-3150253294460264878Sun, 16 Apr 2017 16:33:00 +00002017-04-17T16:01:21.811-04:00Easter bunnies<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Never been more grateful to two girls in my life. These two keep my soul on fire, love exploding and creative mind flowing. </div>
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If you ever need to laugh, from your gut, which leaves you pained and wanting more, hang with Melina and Katrina on any given day. We can find the best in everything, in everyone. But more than that, it's all while creating magical images and projects.</div>
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I'm all over the place these days. I'm laughing uncontrollably with my crew on set, I'm peeing in my pants with Luca and Indi at home, I'm furious with the state of the world, I'm angry at how someone treats someone else over social media. And then I'm in love with how I can be all of these things and still be me. The ups and downs felt unnatural and scary a few months ago. Perhaps I wasn't in control anymore, perhaps motherhood was weighing on me, perhaps the world had taken good from my being and I just couldn't find peace at all times anymore. </div>
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At what point all of this began, I'm not sure. But instead of fighting it, trying to stay steady at all times, I've embraced <i>feeling</i>. The freeing feeling of being mad, and not hiding it to the world, or, for that matter, to myself. I've found the freeing feeling of just letting go and being all I am at all times. And in turn, I see it in the people around me. I see their happiness and love and it's contagiously beautiful. I see them upset when something bad happens, and it's comforting. We can be up and then down and express all of it. I find even more love in these moments. Where I was sad and feeling alone with the world politically, I now feel embraced by a new tribe of humans. Where I was scared about what was next for me work wise, I now feel peacefully excited about the future because of the souls I'm now creating with. It's all so beautiful. So much love.</div>
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I choose the planet. Clean energy. Renewable energy. Zero carbon footprints. I pick health.
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2017/03/whats-important.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nic)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-438978166831610780.post-256199560598822176Wed, 29 Mar 2017 11:54:00 +00002017-03-29T07:57:28.826-04:00The real deal<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This one doesn't get enough public love. I wax poetic about luca nonstop but this little Indigo, I'm so busy trying to eat her delicious cheeks, I simply forget to show her off.
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She's like no one else. She's the real deal, the coolest girl I've ever met. A sense of humor, serious determination, flirts and teases unlike anyone I've ever seen, she'll ride a skateboard while wearing a dress and a giant gold necklace, and she swims like a fish. She's just good. She's up for anything yet she'll sleep through it all.
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Oh Indi, I love you beyond. Never ever ever change. Thank you for choosing me to be your mama.<br />
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