31 December 2014

Oh look, she blogs.

Let's be honest - I've been too busy to write and you've been too busy to read for the past couple of weeks, so I took a little hiatus. This little vacation from blogland has been nice (I was bad and didn't even check my emails!) and my holidays were wonderful, but I am sooo ready to write again.

I have a lot to catch you up on, but first #letmetakeaselfie. Just kidding, first I want to tell you my new years resolutions! Plural! Yes, I am so pumped about 2015 I actually made more than one resolution (I don't usually make any). And as a matter of fact, I have already gotten started on some of them.

My excitement might be partially due to a little craft that serves as a visual reminder for some of the resolutions I made. I call it...THE MARRIAGE BOARD. Behold:


It's pretty epic because...I didn't even get the idea from Pinterest haha! I just thought of three things that would make our marriage stronger if we did them consistently (might as well put this time we have before baby to good use!) and these were the three I came up with.

It started with a trip to the thrift store, where I found the frames and "chalk board". First I tried to use a foam roller and liquid chalk paint on the art piece that would serve as my chalkboard, but I got frustrated that it wasn't going on as smooth as I liked, so I switched to spray paint - they have a chalkboard kind! And of course I had to paint the little frames as well. 

I put purple pieces of paper inside the frames to match our bedroom, and just glued them onto the chalkboard. Yep, the whole thing. I didn't want to put the charts inside the frames because I think it will be easier for me to just switch them out with washi tape because I'm hoping to implement the marriage board next year too.

Then I glued the mason jars on. Chalk, colored pencils, and permanent markers are in the right one, and "adventure sticks" are in the left one. For the wooden 2015 letters, I put them on with glue dots so I will be able to remove and change them as needed.


I wanted to write the quote "Marriage is a gift from God to us. The quality of that marriage is our gift to him" on the chalk board part, but I didn't have enough room so I just did our initials for now.


On the chore chart, red is what I do and blue is what Matthew does, but its flexible so if one of us is busy the other one will pick up. The colors are suggestions, I guess. This is the part of my resolution I have started already and I am ADDICTED. It doesn't feel like I'm putting forth that much effort, but the house already feels so much cleaner.



I didn't want to start coloring in the scripture chart until the actual January first, so it will be easy to remember when we started and know how long it actually takes us to read the Book of Mormon.



Adventures are the part I'm most excited about! Two Saturdays a month, I want to steal Matthew away and go do something we've never done together before. Most of them are touristy things in the Southern California area that we just never think to do even though we are so close. Some of them are super easy and free, and some of them are overnighters. I don't know if we'll manage to do all of them, but we are definitely going to try.


Hope you guys all have a safe and wonderful New Years Eve! As you can probably tell from this post, I'm having a nice relaxing new years in - and loving it!

06 November 2014

A goal without a plan is just a wish.

I MADE A PLAN YOU GUYS. Like, I actually made a plan to reach some goals I've had for a while and - what do you know - things are actually happening! It all started with "I want to make an extra few hundred dollars every month." So I became a consultant for Jamberry and - BAM. Few hundred dollars every month, in the bank. Then I was like "Say whaaat, that actually worked? Wow, what else can I do?" It's true what they say about how reaching a goal empowers you because all of the sudden I felt like all my other goals were possible. And not just like "in the future" but that I could make them happen NOW. 

Okay, so on to the actual goal I was referring to in the title of this post...I felt like I needed an intro because what I am about to say next may come as a shock to some of you. I want to be a birth photographer. Yeah yeah, I know. You should see people's faces when I say that. BUT I AM SERIOUS. I think it's such a huge moment, and from the first time I saw a live birth and felt the energy in a room when a brand freaking new human being enters the world, I was hooked. Couple that with my compulsion to document ALL THE THINGS and bippity boppity boo, I decided I want to be a birth photographer. 

So, you know how I do. I sat around thinking "Hey, I want to be a birth photographer." ..and not doing a dang thing about it haha. Cue jamberry and making a few hundred extra dollars every month...I realized that you have to actually DO crap in order to reach your goals. I then devised a master mind plan for becoming a birth photographer:
  1. Get prints and put together an actual real life portfolio.
  2. Meet with a doula in my area and show her my portfolio.
  3. Offer to take birth pictures for her clients.
  4. Wait.
So yeah, I'm at step four and I'm pumped so I just wanted to write about it. I actually met with a client of hers and it was super great because it was like a job interview, except I will be seeing her naked if all went well. Yeah, I'm immature and that was literally what I was thinking the entire time haha. 

But seriously though. If she agrees, I really really hope I can do this moment justice.




1 / 2

insert praise hands emoji / heart eyes / tears streaming down face emoji

29 October 2014

Baby Woes

If you've been around for a while, you're probably aware that my Mattie and I have been trying for a baby for (what feels like) quite some time now. I do not want a ttc (trying to conceive) blog because there are other so many other people and bloggers who have been trying for WAY longer than Matthew and I, so it wouldn't feel right. But even though I don't want to blog about it full time, I do like to offer small glimpses into our experience with this every now and then.

Side note: This is my mom, a labor and delivery nurse, with the first baby she delivered all by herself without a doctor last week! The family wanted this picture, but I had to cover up the sweet little face because of pesky laws and such, haha! I thought it went with this post so I wanted to share...back to me!

Our ttc efforts have shifted over the past couple months or so. I felt like I needed a break from this every month (which is 100% accurate btw), so we stopped "actively" trying. My biggest problem is that sometimes my body fakes me out during the tww (two week wait) by giving me fake pregnancy symptoms before my periods, (symptoms I have never had before, mind you!) and then I can't help but get my hopes up. The last time my body did that and I was sure I was pregnant, my period decided to be two weeks late. No amount of negative pregnancy tests could tell me I wasn't pregnant (my mom's HCG was low in the beginning of her pregnancies, so it was technically possible) and of course that was the biggest let down ever. That was a few months ago when we decided to give it a rest.

Since then, I've stopped expecting it to happen, and simply assume that it will be a long long time from now. This has been making me a little bitter, if I'm being honest. When I find out couples are expecting now, I announce matter of factly "Welp, I don't like them anymore." Haha! I know, I know, I know, it will happen when it is supposed to - seriously I get told alllll the time. It doesn't make the wait any easier though!


I think being around kids actually helps. My little's at church actually make me feel better every week. Most of them are super lovey and give me lots of hugs. This past Sunday, two of them kept cuddling up next to me...and I'm not sure if it's appropriate to let them do that or not, but I think I needed it. Sometimes they even say random things about how one day I'll have a baby in my tummy (I've never told them I'm trying to make that happen, btw) and when they say stuff like that, its so different than when adults say stuff like that - it melts my heart!

I'm fully convinced my first baby will be a girl. Part of me feels like I know her already, and ALL of me is in love with her already. It hurts that I don't have her yet, but I know she will be worth the wait. 

27 October 2014

Pickin Punkins

I was so excited this weekend to go pick out pumpkins at the pumpkin patch! Matthew made fun of me for wanting to do all of the kid stuff (psh) but I shook my fist at him and promised that once I have a kid of my own, nobody will be able to judge me for doing the corn maze or hay ride or face painting, ha. That will show him.



Although we had a lot of fun, the pumpkins were all picked out and we couldn't find one that measured up to our pumpkin standards. We ended up getting our pumpkin from the grocery store, because we're flexible like that.



24 October 2014

Confessions of a wanna-be fashion blogger

Can we be honest for a second? I kiiinda wish I was a fashion blogger. Back in the day (and don't go looking because the photos are probably awkward) when I started this little blog, I would post pictures of outfits that I wore and outfits I had created on Polyvore all the time. I just think clothes are fun to talk about.

What sounds great in theory though, is actually pretty awkward once you're standing in front of a camera. Soon enough I noticed that clear skin, thigh gaps, and the latest iPhone seemed to be prerequisites to be a fashion blogger...oh, and a fashion sense haha ;) so I gave it up.

Buuut, every now and then, I get an outfit I love so much that I just have to share! So forgive me while I talk clothes with ya'all, but have you heard of eShakti?! You pick a style, customize a dress, and BAM! Perfect dress. Seriously, it felt sooooo good to wear something made with my exact measurements in mind. I felt like freaking Kate Middleton or something! I chose a silhouette that is universally flattering and that I think I can change to work with every season and I am soo happy with it.


Did I mention they come with pockets?!



Turns out, it's way too easy to get addicted to wearing made-to-measure dresses - I'm already trying to decide on my next one! If you're interested in checking out eShakti, you can check out their website, facebook, pinterest, and instagram. Oh and byyyy the way, enter the coupon code "laynahroses" in the promotional code box at check out and you'll get 10% off!

22 October 2014

How to do horror nights the right way


For the past two years, we have been spoiled with VIP tickets to Universal Halloween Horror Nights, and now it has become a tradition we look forward to all year! They really know how to halloween right over there! At one point, I growled back at a zombie that approached me, and I was literally inches from his face. I thought for sure I would be able to tell that his mask/makeup was fake from that close...not gonna lie, it was so legit I got scared for a second haha. The VIP tour literally ensures that your night is PERFECT and I could not speak highly enough of the experience! Here is what I would recommend for a flawless night at halloween horror nights:

1. Get yourself an uncle who CANT STAND waiting in lines, and who also happens to have the money/desire to pay for VIP tickets for everyone. Check. 

2. Selfie it up on the way to Universal Studios. I'll only share one, but you get the idea...there's more where this came from. 


3. Optional step: Steal a scooter you can't exactly drive, and crash into a wall.


4. Eat dinner at City Walk. 



5. Watch the sun go down from the balcony of the VIP lounge and let the anticipation build! (While you're at it, make sure to NOT miss opening ceremonies).

6. Have the BEST TIME EVER on your private tour with your favorite people and be so so so grateful every time you pass a line that you don't have to wait in it. PS - the private tour is different every year! Last year we went on a "ghost hunt" like those paranormal guys you see on TV, and this year they left us for dead in an alleyway and released monsters upon us! 





7. Never go to another theme park ever, because you are completely spoiled now. Congrats.



15 October 2014

Crazy Kids

I teach the 3-4 year olds every Sunday at church, and I think it would be a disservice to NOT share some of the hilarious things they tell me, ha. They are so dang funny, I just love this age!


Boy: "Oooooh, I am a scarry moooommy!" Girls: "Eek! Not a mommy!"

"Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for this day. Please help us to have a good day at church. Please make Sister Crawley come to my house. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen."

Girl: Why is locking your doors important?
Me: So people that don't live in your house can't get in your house.
Girl: Ohhhh. Like zombies.
Me: Um, I don't think zombies use doors - oh wait, um...actually, zombies don't exist...
Girl: OH YES they do!!
(my bad on that one, haha)

"You have pretty shoes. Sara has pretty shoes. (whispers loudly) Lilly does NOT have pretty shoes."

Me: "No punching Jesus during the prayer, guys!" That's a sentence I never thought I'd say haha.

Me: Whats your name?
Girl: Holds up three fingers.

Girl: My brother is in love with you. (Her brother is one and can't talk haha)

Girl: Pull your eyelashes out.
Me: (leans forward) My what?
Girl: (takes her little thumb and pointer finger...and slowly extends her hand toward my eyeball)
Me: (thinks she is going to brush off an eyelash that fell onto my cheek)
Girl: (GRABS my eyelashes) Pull your eyelashes out! (proceeds to yank on my eyelid).

12 October 2014

That first two years though!

We have certainly had a lot of good times...

and mayyyybe one or two bad times as well.

The very first time I ever laid my eyes on him, I felt an unfamiliar emotion run through me. Clear as day I was...jealous? I sat there for a moment, turning that feeling round and round inside me, questioning it. Double checking. Yes, it was definitely jealousy I felt, but not of him...I was jealous of his future wife! I quickly dismissed this as the most shallow thought I have ever thunk, but as luck would have it - I AM that future wife. Apparently the odds were in my favor. 

Little did I know then that he would end up being more qualified to be my husband than any checklist of the perfect man I could ever dream up. He teaches me to try. He teaches me to talk softly. He teaches me to give sincere apologies. He teaches me to be patient. He teaches me to smile when I don't think I can. He teaches me to not be afraid of my emotions. He teaches me to be strong. He teaches me to trust. He teaches me to think responsibly. He teaches me to love. And he teaches me that I'm not running this show, because I didn't even realize I needed to learn all of these things! I'm certainly glad someone did though.


 The only difference I can tell between the year one and the year two mark is that at first I didn't think I deserved him, but now I do. I know I deserve every bit of him and he deserves every bit of me because we belong together, the good and the bad. Happy Anniversary.

09 October 2014

A throwback thursday story

I was the weirdest child. Have you ever been not thinking about anything with a totally blank mind, and then a random story from your childhood comes up and you kinda relive it? Well, I'm not sure why, but that has been happening to me a lot lately haha! 

For instance...and this is a true story...when I was in 3rd grade I liked this boy. He was an overweight hispanic boy and he made my little 8 year old heart melt. I dont know. Anyways, he liked this little blonde girl with straight hair who didn't act like Mimi-siku from Jungle 2 Jungle. Basically he had a crush on someone who was the exact opposite of me.

a picture of me in 3rd grade to help you understand what we're dealing with.

But I wasn't one to just sit around and curse my misfortune. I took action. One night, I devised a fool proof plan to break them up, and then dye my hair blonde so he would fall in love with me. Phase one involved writing notes to both Melissa and Eduardo (names have been changed) and hiding them in their desks to find. Both notes said something to the effect of: Dear Melissa, I don't like you anymore. You are super lame. Don't talk to me. From Eduardo

It would have worked great if the third grade teacher hadn't caught wind of what was happening. Eduardo was just confused, but Melissa was a wreck! She was crying and all upset, and kept apologizing to Eduardo for writing such a mean note. Face palm. She actually believed SHE wrote the note?! To this day I don’t know why she admitted to the crime, but it would seem that I was off the hook.

Actually, no. That meddling teacher had to go and get involved, and the minute he saw each of the notes he knew it was me because 1. He knew my writing and 2. The notes were written on my personal cutesy stationary haha! He took me aside and, without admitting that he knew it was me, asked for my opinion on the recent events of classroom 7. 

He didn’t talk down to me or scold me at all, and the fact that he was so kind about it me made me feel ashamed for ever doing something so bad! I admitted that I had indeed executed this horrible act and he didn’t even punish me.

The End.


PS – Regarding phase two: I actually did end up lightening my hair to a brassy blonde color with leave-in sun lightening gel! It worked out a little better than phase one, because Eduardo DID get a crush on me after that. Unfortunately my fickle heart had moved on by then.

03 October 2014

How my puppy is preparing me for motherhood

First of all...I used to hate the terms "fur baby" and "fur mama". I felt like people who used those terms were implying that they love their dog or cat as much as they love their children (or children if they had any). My reasoning is: I don't care how much you love your dog, there's a problem if you love an animal as much as you love a human being that formed in your womb from an intimate act with somebody you love deeply. No way. 

Buuuut that being said, now that I have a puppy, I kind of get it. I take care of her and she depends on me for everything...so there is definitely a special bond there. I will not refer to her as my "fur baby" but I will admit that the love I have for her as an owner is almost mother-like. Now when I hear people call themselves a fur mama, I assume that's what they mean and I am surprisingly okay with it now.



Almost against my will, my view of those terms changed and I had to start admitting to myself that taking care of Sadie might be giving me a glimpse into motherhood. I've never had a baby, but here's what she has taught me that I think might overlap:

1. Waking me up in the middle of the night. 
This is a no-brainer, she needed to be let out at frequent intervals when we first got her and yes, that includes night time too. It's only been a couple weeks but she is sleeping through the night now in her crate.

2. When I try to wear her out, I get more exhausted than she does.
Mercy me she has a lot of energy! I want her to sleep well (refer to point #1) but when I try to wear her out it just makes ME tired haha.

3. I feel like people are judging me for my decisions.
I'll just come out and say it: I take my ten week old puppy to the dog park! Oh the controversy. She has had her first two shots and I was told that the most important time of her life to socialize was between 8 and 12 weeks. I was also told that as long as she had her first couple shots she would be fine. Que rant: speaking of shots, I give them to her myself! Go ahead and judge me, but it's super easy and super cheap. Yes, obviously there is a risk of anaphylaxis - but that chance is SO small. If you're so worried about that minuscule risk, you might has well have a vet standing by the first time you give her any new food as well. She loves the dog park and hasn't died yet, so I think we're good. 


4. Mama bear comes out when someone hurts my puppy.
At the dog park, Sadie is as excited as can be. She crawls up to other dogs wagging her tail and jumps around them, asking to play. Sometimes they say no...the second time I took her to the dog park, another dog nipped at her because apparently he didn't want to play! I felt an intense mixture of worry and anger and sadness all at the same time, and I imagine that's the same way mama bears feel when someone messes with their cubs. 

5. I have to remember to give my husband loves too.
The first couple days it was hard to pay attention to him because Sadie demanded so much of my attention. I think we've balanced out a little bit now, but it was a weird transition.

6. My puppy wants to be everywhere with me...even the bathroom.
The weird part is, it's not even weird for me to have her sit in there, haha! 


7. She cries when I am not giving her enough attention.
Sadie is not afraid to tell me when she thinks I should be paying attention to her instead of doing the laundry. She's actually gotten better at this, but dang was it annoying at first.

8. When I leave her, I worry more than she even cares.
ESPECIALLY at first! We have a non-carpeted room set up for her in our house with everything she could possibly need. The first few days I went to work, I would be so worried about her all day and rush home during my lunch to check on her. She was always sleeping when I got there! She seems to be completely fine on her own, and will even go to her room to play with herself sometimes, even when we are home. I still want to get a friend for her, but I refuse to feel guilty for leaving her because I spend an hour with her before work wearing her out, and then my husband comes home a few hours before me to wear her out again.

9. I think she is literally the cutest ever.
Ever. THE cutest dog ever. Everything she does, even normal dog stuff, is adorable to me, which leads me too...

10. It's hard not to spoil her because she is SO cute!
When she bites or jumps up on me I kind of just want to let her because it makes me sad to tell her no, but I realize that will be a major problem when she gets bigger. When she cried the first few nights after putting her in her crate for bedtime, I totally wanted to give in and let her sleep in our bed. Now I'm glad I didn't but it was harder for me than I thought it would be. Taking care of her in general is harder than I thought it would be!

29 September 2014

Story of the boots

I don't normally do too much shopping for myself, but with my birthday and all...I just have been spoiled by everyone! It is so exciiiiting because honestly, I don't remember the last time I bought new clothes. In fact, I gave away like three bags of clothes a few months ago and my closet has been bare ever since (I decided I'd rather have no clothes than clothes I didn't like, so I threw out everything except things I wore...I literally have only had 6 shirts since then). Fun fact: the first purchase I made after the purge was a necklace that broke the next day. Of course that would happen lol.

So anyways, for my birthday I was spoiled and it totally makes up for the hardship my closet has been through this year #firstworldproblems. Even though I mostly just got basics, I feel like there are SO many new ways I can mix and match and make outfits now. One thing that was missing from all of these new outfits were some fabulous shoes...boots, to be exact. You see, I have been LUSTING over these particular boots for a few weeks now, but could NOT get them for my birthday money because I kind of needed clothes like really bad. 

Fall Outfit

Fall Outfit by laynahrose 

Until I went shopping with my mother in law and confessed my love for the boots...which I wasn't even sure were still in store because I had been stalking them online and the day before they had disappeared from the website. Sad day! We decided to check anyways, and right there on the rack were my fabulous-but-not-so-practical, creamy blingy ankle boots! I tried them on and loved them just as much as I thought I would. Theeen they couldn't find a match in my size. While they looked for it we dawdled around and looked at the mostly overpriced clothes in Buckle that I wasn't too interested in. I know the girls there only make $5 an hour and they have to make up the rest of their paycheck in commissions, so they were looking frantically!

I got tired of waiting so we left and the girls reluctantly agreed to let us go while they kept looking. An hour or so later, we checked back and they still hadn't found it so I just assumed this was just my luck and I would never own those perfect boots. I had plenty of other new items in my closet to love, after all. But then the manager offered free shipping to have them sent to my house, and while the wait is kiiiiiilllliiiing me I feel like it will be worth it! This means I literally got everything I possibly wanted for my birthday - which I didn't think ever happened to anyone, so I am legitimately surprised. Told you 23 would treat me well ;)

PS - I have most of the clothes pictured in my collage! The boots, scarf, holy chic shirt, and bag. And obviously I have jamberry for days.

24 September 2014

23!

Ahhh, the year I've been waiting for all my life is HERE. My day yesterday was pretty flawless, just so you know. I got not one, but two flowers delivered to my work and I was completely shocked because I've never had flowers delivered at work before, haha! I felt beautiful and loved and I just know that this year will treat me well. 23 has never let me down in any random drawing/number picking/ticket number type of situation and it sure as heck won't fail me now. 


Birthday selfie: note that I switched to contacts and you can see my eyes now!

Birthday spoils: chunky jewels that I absolutely adore! I also got the most perfect basic blazer from H&M (I feel like that's a staple in every 20-somethings closet so I was overdue), and the pink shirt pictured, among a few other baubles. Nothing I need, everything I want.



19 September 2014

Golden...orrrr not?

I've always looked forward to my golden birthday. I think we all have an age as kids that we look forward to and think "I can't wait to be ___ years old, then I can do ___!" Well mine was 23. By the time I was 23, I was going to have a pink house, two doberman pinschers, a fluffy bathrobe, a husband, and a preggo belly. Seriously, that was my vision. 

23 happens to be my favorite number, and the fact that I would be having my "golden" 23rd birthday on the 23rd always made it even more special. Early this year when we started trying, I started getting excited about turning 23 again. I thought for sure I'd be pregnant by then (now). Then we got the house earlier than we expected and I was like "Could it be...are things actually falling in to place by my golden birthday like I imagined they would?" I even started planning my party in like February and everyone made fun of me for getting excited too early. 

Then I got discouraged about the whole "not pregnant" thing that I kind of lost interest. Now my golden birthday is 4 days away and I don't feel like celebrating. To top it off, I have a bunch of pink and gold party decorations that won't get used... oh and I have an appointment tomorrow (is the weekend BEFORE your birthday or after the official birthday weekend?) with a psychiatrist to see if I'm bipolar or not. My primary physician's money is on yes. Haha! Fun days! 

I didn't intend for this post to be so negative. I was going to end it by saying something positive and happy! But then half way through I decided to write what I actually feel in this moment. And while I am actually surprised at how blessed I have been this past year, I think it's okay for me to admit that I'm sad right now too. Even though I'm not sure sad is the right word...because I'm not sad, I just don't feel like celebrating? Because for the first time, my birthday will be just another day for me, and I think it's ironic that it happens to be the one I've always looked forward to. 

And because I've been going through old pictures like crazy...
23 years on this earth is blowing my mind.








16 September 2014

Laziest post ever!

Last weekend we went to the beach. The weekend before that we went swimming with the family (all the while it's 35 degrees up in Idaho where my sister in law just left for college haha)! Buuuut I just don't feel like blogging my adventuressss right now! Maybe I'm too preoccupied on Sadie or maybe my blogging brain is taking a vacay.

Regardless of what it is, I decided that even if I don't go over it in great detail I better throw the pictures up here just so I know where they fit in once I take a look back on the year and try to put everything in order. Corona Del Mar: 9-13-14 - aka the most beautiful beach day with my family. Insert heart emoji here. Also the lazy emoji, if there is one.







Don't ask me how I know, but I'm pretty sure my brother in law has navel crabs!




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