One day my little family of four was walking to the donut shop in our neighborhood, and the conversation turned to cars. A bright orange car drove by and my youngest kiddo, Brae, asked if you could paint your car any color you wanted to. As in: are there rules? So we told him no, that people paint their cars any color they like.

Then he and Pace started to watch every car that drove by and determined that most of them were gray or white or black or the occasional red. They talked about how both Wooch and I have white cars. Why on earth would they all be so plain when you can do WHATEVER YOU WANT!? Why is it that the popular colors for cars are neutrals? The conversation immediately made me feel old and boring. I mean if I were 8 years old, I would not pick white for the color of my car if I could literally choose any color in the world because there are no rules. They continued to talk about what they would want and settled on a rainbow car for our family of four imaginary world. Then wait, what if you had a rainbow FLAME car, like a Hot Wheels?! Wooch and I kept looking at each other smirking because we were both thinking the same thing. We sure can have a rainbow Hot Wheels car. So we planned and schemed and saved. I asked my dear friend Jimmy to do the flame graphic because he’s edgy like that and I knew he would nail it. We found a car wrap company, sent them the artwork and about a year after our donut walk conversation, I drove out of the garage in our very own rainbow Hot Wheels!

My car is 9 years old and not a race car, but STILL. It’s exactly what we talked about and it couldn’t have turned out better. I love it. It makes me so happy. But the part I didn’t expect is how much joy it brings to other people. Every time I drive down the street, there are kids pointing and smiling. I see people snapping photos. I feel like I want to be the nicest driver ever and never cut anyone off, but have you driven in Houston traffic?! Just kidding, people let me in when I want over on the freeway now! Friends call me to tell me they just saw me on the road. It’s definitely not discreet. I’ve been asked more than once if it is permanent, haha. It is a huge joy bringer, and I’m so happy we walked to get donuts that day. Something ordinary turned into something extraordinary. By letting our kiddos imaginations run wild they dreamed up something we didn’t know our own family or apparently complete strangers needed. It will permanently be a happy story in my head—even more permanent than those silly rainbow flames.

Photography by Rebecca Sanabria and car sweetly washed prior to shooting by Wooch and our kiddos.


“I really regret playing,” said no one ever. Here is where I will share a photo that could make me happy forever. If you’d like to see all of the photos in my PLAY, PLAY, PLAY series, click here.

{ We have a ridiculous amount of love for the family jump photo. }

Feliz miercoles everyone!
Photograph by Kennon Evett.

Holiday Collection 2020

Every year I post holiday photo cards that I have for sale and gently encourage friends to order them. This year it matters more than ever. We miss each other! We need to connect more than ever. We need to uplift each other more than ever.

Order the cards. Put on the stamps. Drop them in the mail. It helps me. It helps USPS. It helps your friends. It helps you. This year I’m yelling SPREAD THE JOY DAMMIT. Ahem. And thank you.

Click any design below and it will take you straight to the page where you can purchase via Tiny Prints or Shutterfly. Both sites offer discounts and deals each week… be on the lookout so you can save pennies and spread that joy.


To see all Tiny Prints designs in one place, click here.
To see all Shutterfly designs in one place, click here.


“I really regret playing,” said no one ever. Here is where I will share a photo that could make me happy forever. If you’d like to see all of the photos in my PLAY, PLAY, PLAY series, click here.

{ From a time when masks had a different meaning to us. }

Feliz lunes everyone!
Photograph by Rebecca Sanabria.

Before I Can Admit Fall is Here

In March, I drove my kiddos home from school, excited for a whole week off for Spring Break. And here we are 7 months later, still on that Spring Break. Covid edition style. Then the Home School edition started. Then the Summer edition. And back to the Home School edition. Right? What day is it? What time are we supposed to log on where? And I’m pretty sure we all just had another snack. So if you would have told me that on that afternoon in March that we’d still be home in October, I would have not even slightly understood what that meant. I would have been so confused if someone told me that we wouldn’t live somewhere else for a month over the summer, or travel to California to see our family. No school field trips or soccer games. A cancelled New York work trip for me. My amazing husband lost his job. Definitely not what we planned on. But we have had fun, we have been in nature daily, and the four of us have spent almost all our time together. I realize that we have so much to be happy about. Others have not been as lucky, and I am rooting for everyone who has it harder than we do.

Sooooooo before I can admit it’s truly Fall, I need to acknowledge all the good that made up our summer and beyond. Here’s a big look back through my camera roll and a bunch of memories…

Hiking. Onsies. BMX biking. Watercolors. Italian ice. Poke bowls. Polka dancing. Open invitations to neighbors’ pools. Flexible schedules. Charades. Coffee. Bare feet running on hot asphalt. Then finding a shady spot. The ice cream truck. Mailing letters. Colored pencils. A new dog. A new parakeet. Which my kid named Margarita. So I can also add that name to the list of good things. Kickball in our backyard. Rocking chairs. Ice baths. Mo Willems. Yoga for my Homies. Our late dog, Blue. Walking. Birthday banners. Space to run outside. Bikes to ride. Sand to dig into. Pine needles and leaves. Lots of kid snuggles. I still get so many. A week adventuring on Lake Austin thanks to generous friends. Sharing funny Instagram videos with our kids. Reading comic books in a hammock. Chalk blasts. So good. Google them. Blanket forts. Bunk beds. Family workouts by Daddy. Looking through our old photos together. Skateboarding. Kayaking. Birthday cakes. Legos. Baking. Fishing. Wearing my pink wig. Googly eyes on hand soap. A beach road trip in my rainbow Hot Wheels car. Mountain biking. Rope swings. Homemade ice cream. Ice dying t-shirts. My parents’ house. Lightning bolts shaved in haircuts. Trampolines. Balloons. Watermelon wonder. Cake. Sand. Sun. Tents. Naps. Books. Wine. Stories. Giggles. Jokes. Wit. Creativity. Family. Friends. Love. And loads of simply playing at home. I’m so dang happy for our time together, and I love this little family of mine so very much.

Most photos are from my iPhone, but there are a few really lovely ones from Aelish Lascoe, Brooke Schwab and Tim of Adventures & Weddings.