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Happy Birthday Beautiful!

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Happy birthday to all of the January beauties out there!!

In honor of your special day, I’m gifting you a FREE pair of studs (a $22 value) when you place an order of $100 (before tax + shipping) on my Chloe + Isabel boutique!

Celebrate your special day in full on Chloe + Isabel style by booking a “birthday party” with me and receive a FREE pair of studs (a $22 value) when your party reaches $100 in sales, plus receive $50 in FREE jewelry credits when your party reaches $200 in sales!! Message me for details.

Comment below and let us know when your January birthday is so we can all celebrate the beauty that is YOU, and receive a special offer from me! Share with and tag your fellow birthday buddies so they can get in on the fun too!  

While you’re at it, check out the new collections I’ve put together on my boutique: https://www.chloeandisabel.com/boutique/lisahusom Chloe + Isabel by Lisa

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Chloe + Isabel by Lisa

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Now booking January hostesses! *BONUS* Book your January pop-up party by midnight on Dec. 31st, and hold your party on the agreed upon date, and I will gift you the matching blush glass cocktail ring (a $42 value, FREE) at your party!

Message me for available dates! https://www.chloeandisabel.com/boutique/lisahusom

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Spreading Christmas Cheer

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Inquiring minds want to know… 😉

These little beauties make great gifts for teachers, secret Santa, girlfriends, and everyone in between! Check them out on my Chloe + Isabel boutique under my “Great Gifts Under $30” collection: https://www.chloeandisabel.com/boutique/lisahusomChloe + Isabel by Lisa

Use the code FFHOL14 to save 25% off your order thru 12/15! 

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#MondayMotivation

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I don’t know about you, but I can use all the motivation I can get today! Happy Monday!! #whereismycoffee #monday #motivation

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A day to remember

Today is “Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day” — a day to show support to those who have suffered the loss of a pregnancy or an infant — I never imagined that I would be one of those people, but I was…

On December 12th (my husband’s birthday of all days) of last year I miscarried. It was the most terrifying thing that’s ever happened to me. I spent the day dealing with what was happening to my body while taking care of my daughter and trying to “keep it together” while we met a friend for a play date. That afternoon, when we returned home, it finally hit me. I was losing my pregnancy. It was early, only 7 1/2 weeks into the first trimester, but in that time I became attached to the idea that we were no longer a family of 4, rather a family of 5. But on that cold December day, the one where we were supposed to be happy and celebrating my hubby’s birthday, my world changed again.

I remember it all in clear detail. I remember exactly what happened, and when. I remember the panicked phone calls in to the women’s health department, and the contrite response from the triage nurse that bleeding during early pregnancy is “normal” (note to whomever is reading this: DO NOT TELL A PREGNANT WOMAN THAT BLEEDING DURING EARLY PREGNANCY IS NORMAL — I don’t care if it’s considered normal or not, I consider it scary as shit, and I don’t want you to tell me in your “ugh, another hormonal crazy woman” tone that my bleeding is normal, because it’s NOT TO ME!) and that I should just take it easy. I remember spending my afternoon in the bathroom in tears, because I was afraid of what was happening, because I didn’t want my daughter to see me upset, because I couldn’t get ahold of my husband, because I couldn’t call and hear that nurse tell me everything was “normal” one more time. And then it happened…that moment when you know…

Without knowing what else to do, I reached out to the friend I was “keeping it together” for earlier that day, and somehow managed through the blood, snot and tears to ask her to come over… I’m not sure if I had even hung up the phone on my end of our conversation and she was there, her kids in tow. I didn’t have to say a word. I knew she knew, and as much as it terrified me knowing that someone knew what I was going through, I was equally grateful that she dropped everything to be there for me. I’m honestly not sure what I would have done without her, and I am eternally grateful. She managed to keep me calm as we talked through what was going on and worked through a plan of what would happen next once my husband (finally) got home — he worked his entire shift in a building without cellphone reception; I’m convinced he thought the mass of messages I had left him during the day were birthday related (poor guy) — and we could go to the hospital to be checked out.

The rest of the evening is a blur…glimpses of memories and visions I’d just as soon not remember in full detail. What sticks with me though is the realization that there was nothing I could do to stop what was happening to me.

I left the hospital that night with the mindset that I needed to “keep it together” for everyone around me, and so that’s what I did…sorta. My poor brother-in-law (bless his good heart, and his love for his “favorite – a.k.a. only” sister-in-law), who was on his way to our house that night, took the brunt of my roller coaster of emotions. He didn’t receive the warm welcome, the loving smile and hug from his beautiful nieces he had become accustomed to when he would come to visit us, instead he got a phone call from my husband and was put on notice that the girls would be dropped off as soon as he arrived and that he would have to get them ready for bed because we were on our way to the hospital for a non-committal reason, and we would be home as soon as we could. Our return home would be equally as cryptic, as would the days that followed. My own father, who had come the next day to put in new windows, didn’t even know what was happening.

I felt ashamed, embarrassed, cruel to have something so awful happen on what was supposed to be a happy day for our family. I didn’t want to talk about it, and what I feared the most was everyone finding out that it happened, so I said nothing…

Days turned into weeks…weeks into months…the world seemed to go on, and somehow we made it through. In the weeks and months that followed my miscarriage, I found my voice. I told my story, I talked to my family, and my friends. I found that I wasn’t the only person in my circle that had experienced such a loss. I listened to their stories. I heard about their losses. I finally didn’t feel alone.

1-in-4 women will suffer a miscarriage in their lives. About 20-percent of all pregnancies end in miscarriage. Chances are, you know at least one woman who has suffered a pregnancy loss; perhaps you yourself. My message from my experience is this — you are not alone.

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Tonight in honor of those little angels (and their mamma’s) I light a candle to remember… Those who have gone through the loss of a pregnancy or the death of an infant should know they are not alone. Tonight I light this candle for you, as well as for myself and my own little angel.

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They’re Never Too Young

… to learn financial responsibility. Today we went on a field trip to our local financial institution.

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I told the girls that we were going to visit the credit union and they would get to open their own savings accounts. They were so excited they immediately requested we empty their piggy banks and head on down to open their new accounts.

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They both had their turn changing their coins in to their first deposit slip.

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After that they sat down with the representative, and got down to business.

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They even got to sign their own paperwork.

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They were pretty excited. I’m not sure if it was the fact that they were ready to make their first deposit, or that they got to tour the facility, wave to the customers in the drive up lanes (a clear highlight of the trip), choose a prize out of the savers treasure chest, or get a stamp on their savings card — regardless they had fun. And then it was time…

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They wound their way up to the counter and made their first deposit! Such big girls. They had a great time and are excited to go back and make their next deposit! I’m super proud of my little savers!!

#happyday#9