Mo’s New Toy
So, Mo loves money. We don’t call him “Money Mo” for nothing. He does chores suitable for a 6 year old (cleans the gutters, replaces the plumbing, and daily landscaping maintanence)….JK. Ya know, the usual stuff, make his bed, doesn’t annoy me or his brother too much (yes, I pay him for that!), keep his … Read more
I Love Lipgloss
i am not a makeup junkie. A little lipgloss, a little mascara, a good moisturizer and viola’. So, this allows me to really focus on my staples. I finally found a great lipgloss that I am in love with. The YSL gloss pur line is my favorite!
*it smells like mango
*it isn’t sticky and chunky
*there are amazing colors
I really hate when I wear my hair down and a few strands grace my lips then my hair is just glued to my mouth. Yuck. So disgusting. And my hair is usually dirty since I only wash it a few times a month. Anyway, Yves Saint Laurent (YSL) makes the best lipgloss. It’s a little pricey at $30 but well worth it.
And for you flashier moms, there are a few colors that have real 24K gold flakes in it for that extra shine.
ENJOY!
Got Milk/Toma Leche
got milk?/Toma Leche hosted a wonderful event at Estilo, the salon home to 
Jessica Alba and Eva Mendes’s amazing hair stylist Robert Ramos.
Robert does an amazing job at maintaining Jessica’s locks, surely he could give me some insight on how to tame my bird nest of a disaster.
I got more than I bargained for with Robert. Not only did he give me some sound styling tips, he offered some great solutions to control Morris’s curly locks.
He makes an amazing Spray Leave-In. It’s made with green tea, horsetail, and aloe. I’ve been using it and it really keeps the frizz away, helps with his detangles, and makes it manageably soft. Seriously, I know I sound like a 30 second shampoo spot, but Morris uses more hair product than Fonzie, Uncle Jesse, and the T-Birds combined. This stuff really helps me brush it and it doesn’t get sticky. Best of all, it doesn’t stink! It smells really good, so it gets Morris’s approval.
The got milk? folks had an abundance of milk beverages on hand mixed by a barista. I have sampled many of their recipes at home, and was happy they were serving up my favorite: Tres Leches Iced Latte. It’s so good. Morris and I were arm wrestling for the last swig.
Milk provided the yummiest little desserts. I love little bite sized cupcakes, cookies, and pastries. So much so, that I don’t feel as guilty when I eat 20 or so of each. I can’t wait to go and try their restaurant, and of course grab a few (hundred) of their desserts.
All in all, it was a lovely night out, but I enjoyed it most of all, because Morris was with me (and able to help me smuggle out extra Milk desserts and an extra Tres Leches Iced Latte). Gotta teach ‘em young.
Morris has his eye on the prize and I instructed him to put 2 of each in his pocket.
Morris and I enjoyed manicures, but I opted out of the electric blue polish he chose.
Don’t we look like one happy family?
Robert Ramos, super nice and talented guy. Next time I see him, I’ll try and get him to dish some good gossip. Didn’t wanna bombard the guy on our first meeting. 
My BFF, Robert is saying, “I’m a hair sylist, not a magician honey. And who told you gray roots were in style?”
The Eyes Have It
I will do hair color in a box.
I’ve had my hair cut in a mall (ok, it was Aveda, but that’s still a mall cut).
I‘ve gotten a massage on the streets in Bangkok.
There are many services that I’m not picky about or I don’t pay a lot of money for. BUT, when it comes to my eyebrows, I go to the best.
Seriously, if you’ve never had your brows done by a professional, I order you to do it for yourself just once. Going to a bootleg nail salon and using the girl that scrubs your corns to wax your brows does not count. Trust me, I’ve been there.
I never realized what a difference a true professional eyebrow waxing makes.
There is only one place to go: ANASTASIA Beverly Hills!
If you live in LA, you already know about Anastasia’s or probably go there. It’s like an LA beauty landmark. They do EVERYONE in Hollywood’s eyebrows: Heidi Klum, Oprah, Resse Witherspoon, and Halle Berry.
Their wall of fame looks like an issue of US Weekly. Every A-list (and B-list) celebrity, supermodel, and singer goes there.
At first I was skeptical to go to a place “everyone in Hollywood” goes to because 9 times out of 10, it’s just hype. But Anastasia’s is the real deal! Check out my before and after shot (excuse my oily T-zone).
I don’t wear make-up (not because I think I’m “all that”, I just don’t have the time or know how). So, splurging on my eyebrows is my one beauty treat. After a fresh wax, I don’t care how many days I’ve gone without washing my hair, or how much baby food is on my shirt. I feel good knowing my brows are perfectly shaped.
It’s not cheap though. The shaping is $45 plus I pay $20 for the tint, but I look at it like this: I go once a month (if I’m lucky) so that breaks down to about $2/day. Consider it my morning cup of Joe sacrifice.
My girl is Nicoletta. She takes care of my eyebrows and nurtures them with love, but also does the same for me. She’s like an esthetician and psychiatrist. She is a genuine caring person and I look forward to seeing and chatting with her just as much as getting my unibrow waxed. Though she has a hot roster of celebrity clients, she always remembers what is going on with me and my little ole boring life.
Their staff is amazing and talented, but they are also NICE, which yes, you should expect that when you’re paying for a service. But it’s not always the case in Beverly Hills. Anastasia’s front desk staff is SO nice and cordial. They have seen Morris and Bronson a few times and always ask about them when I return.
If you’re not in LA, you can buy their products online or in Nordstrom and Sephora. But there is nothing like the Anastasia experience.
Alarm Clock
So, it was the day before “Spring forward” with Daylight Savings time, and Morris woke up at 6 AM. He has this really cool clock called “Teach Me Time!” that you can set at a desired time and when it reaches that time, a special green light illuminates and he knows it’s ok to get out of the bed (it even has one of those robot voices that tells you what time it is when you press the button). If the clock is yellow when he wakes, he knows it’s too early and he stays in bed (usually). So, his green light is scheduled to come on at 6:50 AM. This is an acceptable time for me to be partly perky and functional by. But when he woke at 6, I heard him playing super heroes and figured that on the following day, 6AM would be the new 7 AM, so it wasn’t any harm in trying to adjust a day early. But, what is one to do at 6 AM that requires little to no parental participation? Play wii of course.
Morris is happily jamming on his wii to his new favorite game, Lego Star Wars. Since he normally wakes up at 6:50, He’s usually hungry around 7:15. No sign of Morris though. Hmm…I get Bronson out of the crib (his “green light” is set to 7AM, he just doesn’t know it yet) and go in search of Morris. To my surprise, Morris has amassed quite an impressive point total on Star Wars. I have to do a double take and realize that he has set his new all time high. Bronson and I watch him totally mesmerized. Morris is so engrossed in the game, I don’t even think he realizes we’re in the same room. Before you know it, it’s 7:40 and he has 911,500 points.
He’s almost at a million points! Now, I cannot stand playing 2 minutes of wii, so a million points definitely seems like rock star status. All of a sudden I’m cheering Mo on and telling him he HAS to get to a million points. It’s almost an order, like “go brush your teeth.” For once in my life, I’m actually rooting him on to play a video game. Of course, in typical Morris fashion he says, “I don’t want to play anymore. I’m hungry.” I must admit I really wanted to see him get to a million points because I had visions of confetti falling from the ceiling, balloons set free in the sky, and fireworks erupting all over Los Angeles. But, then I realized what a moron I sounded like when I was trying to force him to play wii while he was begging for his breakfast. Sure hope Social Services isn’t reading this one. So, another day.
