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adam: week 7

from a visit with his great-grandparents. now that we live in los angeles, i’m only an hour away from my family for the first time in thirteen years. we’re pretty tight knit, so it has always been hard for me to be away. and it’s a huge part of why i moved back to southern california when i found out i was expecting. i’m so happy that we can just drive out whenever we feel like it and hang around with family for a day or two. and they’re all so excited about adam, it usually feels like a big party when we go over, and everyone takes turns passing him around. he’s one lucky little dude!



adam: week 6

i snapped these photos on valentine’s day, so i’m kinda fudging the numbers just a tad. this would have been the first day of his sixth week, but i just couldn’t resist showing him in his darling little gold angel wing footie that we received as a gift from marie-chantal. i remember that day, i kept trying so hard to get him to pose for me, but he just wasn’t having it. i had to wait until my little cupid was asleep on the job before i could finally get a photo.



adam: week 5

watching adam talk to his giraffe melted my heart into a big old sappy puddle. so glad i wasn’t too bleary-eyed to document this moment.

and if you’re curious, the onesie is by j.crew, the socks are mini boden, and the giraffe is by cloud-b and it makes white noise, which is so helpful when you have a newborn!



adam: week 4

my sleeping babe. for several weeks, i kinda forgot to photograph him while he was awake! it just seemed like when he was sleeping was the only time i wasn’t fretting over him and could take a moment to just admire his squishy little face.



adam: week 3

a couple of photos from adam’s third week of life, wearing silly little pajamas. looking at him now, it’s hard to believe he was ever this small and curled up. he looks like a little glow worm in that hat!



adam: week 2


these photos were snapped on my 31st birthday when adam was ten days old. he’s wearing his little party hat! to celebrate, we had family over and we ate guisados tacos (best ever) and drank mimosas. well, i only had a sip of champagne since i was still loaded on pain medication from the c-section. after everyone left, i realized that i still hadn’t gotten a single photo of us together! i guess there are some shots of me on the operating table with him, but they’re not very glamorous.

i have a million more gems that i snapped during his second week of life, but i still haven’t found the time to edit them! in addition to sharing a few photos on my blog, i’m really hoping i can go through and select a few photos each week so i can actually get them printed. in this digital age, i am so worried that my computer will crash or i’ll somehow lose all of the photos if i don’t take the time to sort through and get some printed. same goes for all of the silly instagram outfit photos i’ve been taking. i need to look into a printing service for both so that adam will be able to look back and see these photos when he gets older!




adam: week 1

i can’t believe it’s been over six weeks since adam was born! i know he’s been absent on the blog, but if you follow me on instagram, then you’ve seen me posting his little baby outfits. i now understand why new parents plaster millions of baby pictures all over social media. i am completely obsessed with this little being, and can’t resist photographing his every move. when he was born and i started snapping pictures, i decided i would try to take a photo of him at least once a week. and looking back, i’m already glad that i did. i can’t believe how much he’s grown in such a short amount of time! in the next week or two, he will have already outgrown his tiniest clothes! i know it’s such a small thing, but it’s kind of heartbreaking to imagine folding up some of those little onesies knowing that he will never be that small again…

anyway, enough of the sappy stuff! i’ve been hoarding all of these photos to myself, and then i realized it would be fun to share them here. i’m six weeks behind, so i’ll be playing catch up for a bit, but hopefully you’ll enjoy getting a little glimpse into my world. these are a few photos from his first week of life, in which he looks an awful lot like a grumpy little gnome!



and baby makes three

couldn’t resist sharing this adorable illustration that bianca made for our new little family. it’s so good i think i’m gonna have to get it printed and use it as my baby announcement! this woman is super talented and it’s gonna be fun to watch all of the places she goes. thank you so much, bianca!!!



adam urzua

if you’ve been following me on instagram, then you’ve already heard the good news! my baby boy, adam urzua, was born on january 10 at 12:27am. since then, my life has revolved around this little dude and everything else has fallen by the wayside. i hate to get all cheesy, but he really has completely changed my life, and the happiness and excitement that i’ve felt since his arrival is really the greatest joy i have ever experienced. there are a lot of pregnancy cliches, but it really is true that when you first hold your baby, it’s love at first sight. and contrary to popular belief, bringing a newborn into your home for the first time is actually really fun! people kept warning me about all the sleep i’d lose, and how hard it would be. but none of that even enters into my mind. not when i’ve got this perfect baby boy in my arms. i should probably also point out that i’ve had a tremendous amount of help these past few weeks. my partner has been by my side almost every day, and my mom drove out from tucson to stay with us and help teach us the secrets of parenting a newborn. they’ve both been so helpful to me, especially while i go about the process of healing!

since i’m sure some of you are curious (at least i know i’m obsessed with hearing everyone’s birth stories), i thought i’d share a few details about adam’s entrance into the world. i didn’t have a “birth plan” per se, i had been warned against plotting out my ideal birth since there are so many unknown factors. so instead, i focused on trying to keep an open mind to whatever possibilities lay ahead. this, of course, was incredibly nerve wracking as i kept searching horror stories on google and scaring the hell out of myself. but i’ve also known so many women who have recently had really wonderful births. home births, water births, short labors, no drugs! so i just sorta hoped for the best and did my part to prepare for the birth as best as i could. i went to a masseuse, a chiropractor, and an acupuncturist. i took a planned childbirth class and practiced my breathing techniques during my frequent braxton hicks contractions and “false labor” scares. i drank tons of raspberry leaf tea and took evening primrose oil supplements and all of that holistic stuff.

then on january 9, around 9pm, i felt my first real, painful contraction. since our birthing class explained to us that the beginning of labor can last like 12 hours or more, i decided to ignore it since it wasn’t super painful and figured that i’d go to bed and wait until the pain kept me awake. then i’d have plenty of time to go about packing my hospital bag, showering, and getting ready for the big day. and finally, at 1:30am, i awoke to an incredibly painful contraction. like whoa, i had no idea contractions would be that painful kind of pain. i didn’t want to make the rookie mistake of getting all freaked out and heading to the hospital only to be sent back home for going in too early, so i tiptoed to the nursery and sat in the dark rocking myself in our new glider and breathing through the pain. i read that contractions tend to start about 20 minutes apart, so i figured i’d just chill out and see if i could get relaxed enough to go back to sleep. but the contractions seemed so intense and so frequent that i decided to start timing them, just out of curiosity. sure enough, they were coming every 3 – 5 minutes and lasting at least a minute each. i couldn’t walk or talk through the pain, and i was getting a little confused and nervous that it was all happening so fast. two hours later, i couldn’t take the pain. i woke up brendan and we talked in the short intervals between contractions for a few minutes before i completely panicked. the contractions were coming on top of one another and i started feeling all of this immense pressure. i sat on the edge of the bed while he frantically threw some of my stuff into the hospital bag and we ran to the car. my contractions were coming every 1 – 3 minutes apart on the ride there and i just kept doing my best to breathe. we arrived at the hospital and the triage nurses hooked me up to the monitor and started getting a little panicky when they saw that i was having some contractions as close at 30 seconds apart! someone came in to check my progress and low-and-behold, i was only 1cm dilated.

what the hell?! i was so frustrated and disappointed, and i was crying and getting a little panicky from the excruciating pain. i was trying to be polite, but i wasn’t getting any breaks between contractions and i needed help to just focus and breathe. no one told me that labor could start off this way! there was some confusion about what to do with me, they hooked me up to an i.v. hoping that some hydration would slow the contractions (it didn’t), and eventually decided to admit me because of the frequency and intensity of my contractions. as soon as i was admitted, i asked for the walking epidural. i knew the moment they told me my progress that there was no way i was going to make it without some relief. the contractions continued about 1 minute apart and everyone in the delivery room was hopeful and excited because i was continuing to smoothly progress at 1cm per hour. i was doing really well, even taking short walks, until one of my legs gave out beneath me. even though i was on the lowest dose of epidural, it was too strong for me and i was ordered to stay in the bed for the duration of my labor. but things were still moving along, so we continued to be hopeful.

then i hit 6cm. and the entire process came to a screeching halt. even though the contractions were still coming one minute apart, i failed to progress. hour after hour and still no progress. the timeline gets blurry here, but eventually my doctor convinced me that breaking my water might get baby boy to engage and move the labor forward. nope! then after a lot of conversation and much stalling on my part, they convinced me to try pitocin. it did not work. and finally after over 24 hours of labor, we were faced with the reality that no amount of changing positions or increases in pitocin were going to get that little guy to drop. i took the news like a champ, but the moment the doctor left the room, i was in tears. i was so terrified of a c-section. but my baby was in the posterior position and his little body was still hanging out way up high in my uterus with no signs of coming out. so around midnight, they wheeled me to the operating room and at 12:27am, adam was born via c-section. at the time, it was the most terrifying experience of my life. i was shaking so violently that i had to ask brendan to hold my arms down during the procedure. but the moment i laid eyes on my little boy, my entire body relaxed and everything was right in the world.

so there it was. many of my fears had become a reality. i desperately wanted to avoid being hooked up to a million machines and being bound to a hospital bed, and there i was, with every possible tube and drip and medication you could imagine. this after not even taking a single tylenol for the entire duration of my pregnancy. i was afraid of the baby being in the “wrong” position, of the baby being big (he was 9lbs 14oz and 22 1/2 inches long!!!), and i was terrified of a c-section. but, you know what? it all happened, and i survived. and now i have this strong, healthy, beautiful baby boy. it wasn’t the fairytale birth that i’d tried to visualize, but the outcome was even more wonderful than i could have imagined.

and here i am, a little over two weeks later, finally starting to feel human again and continuing to heal with my slumbering babe here beside me. he’s already grown so much in such a short amount of time, so i’m just doing my best to rest and repair, and i’m snapping pictures of his little face every chance i get so that i’ll have a document of this very special time.



new year

calivintage menudo

it’s always a special treat when i get to ring in the new year with my family. all my life, only once a year, my grandmother makes two giant pots of menudo for new year’s day. the whole family comes over to fill our bowls with soup and top it off with green onions, cilantro, tomatoes, oregano, and crushed chili peppers, and soak up the broth with warm tortillas. when i was a kid, i’d roll up the tortillas and use them as makeshift straws to drink the broth. then we’d all sit around the tv eating pan mexicano watching the rose bowl parade. i’m not a kid anymore, but i’m so thankful that i can still enjoy this simple tradition with my family.

here’s to a splendid new year!

calivintage pan mexicano