12 months with P!


What She’s Wearing: Baby Gap Sweater (here) & Red Riding Onesie Dress (here) on sale!! & Fox Socks from LittleSaylorShoppe that I found on insta!

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Her aunt Danielle got her this book, I didn’t mean to incorporate it in to the photos but it was next to the glider and P picked it up–& who can control a determined 1 year old? In the event anyone is looking for a super cute gift idea, this book is personalized for the birthday girl/boy & includes a spot to add a photo! #yourewelcome

Clothing Size:  18 months fo’sho. 12 months is pushing it these days with P’s chubby legs. I just recently purged P’s closet, aside the obvious heartbreak from putting aside clothes that she never wore (mostly due to AZ weather not permitting long sleeves/pants), but it’s just really difficult to put aside clothes that she grew out of. I had 6 month clothes lingering in her closet & going through her closet made me realize that little one is a toddler now 😦

Diaper Size:  Still 4’s, but changing her diaper is the worst. It’s like the blind leading the blind now-a-days. She moves, fiercely, as I try to wipe and change her. 9 out of 10 times, I fasten her diaper mid air because she refuses to lay there for the 4 seconds to swap a diaper out and wipe, respectively. If I potty train next month, it’s because of this “issue,” also anytime I wipe/bathe P, I think of Amy Shumar’s opening SNL monologue and laugh at my inside joke with myself.

Milestones: P officially stands & has taken around 4-6 steps at any given time, howevs she’s not fully committed to the idea of walking but girlfriend is a lot more comfortable with it & will walk to me if I encourage enough (aka have a popsicle waiting for her). As for talking, she chats all day long, she says the basic words like MaMa, DaDa, etc, but she jabbers in her own language that is a series of sounds a clicks. I love her language, it usually makes anyone around her laugh.


Sleeping:  My sister gave me a copy of The Sleep Sense Program by Dana Obleman because obviously, P’s sleeping or lack there of, has been an ongoing issue. I’ll report back once I implement their logic & let you know if I’m still waking up every couple of hours. Coffee, Thank YOU, for keeping me awake this past year! Wish my luck with the CIO method, aka worst parent duty ever.

Teeth:  8 teeth, no signs of any newbies coming in.

Favorite Activities:  Eating! She’s enjoying straws and food pouches. She loves her toys, opening cabinet doors, putting anything/everything in her mouth, she likes toys that allow her to walk/ride on them, she likes to bounce, loves to crawl like a maniac, walk along bordering objects, playing with a kitchenette (best kid purchase, ever!), anything involving water and discovering the world one day at a time!

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So, one year & 9 months ago…

I had phoned my sister after finding out I was pregnant (at the time, I was around 7 weeks along) only to come to find out we were both expecting! Initially, our due dates were about 2 weeks apart, but I went in to labor early and our daughter’s ended up being less than a day apart! My sister (& the rest of Canadian family) came out when P was 4 months & we took the photos of the girls, & this past weekend I went to Canada to visit them so we decided to take the same picture (or tried to at least!) ❤ ❤

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Anyway, first time flying with P so we could attend my niece’s adorable Halloween themed birthday party, here’s a pic of the birthday girl below! 🙂


P also got  the chance to meet some of her family for the first time, here are her great grandmother’s and great grandfather and great aunt & uncle. I’m so happy she got to meet them all, these people have been such influential people in my life and not everyone is fortunate to meet their great grandparents and P got to meet 3 of them! It really gives you perspective on life having your daughter meet your grandparents & how quickly 30 years can pass.

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But let’s talk about the obvious like how my grandmother  (pictured right) is almost 87 & she’s more fly than I am.

Why Do Women Hate Each Other?

A year ago when I decided to go forward with my blog, I began to make a routine of checking other blogs (mostly fashion, but also lifestyle) in order to gain a better understanding of what direction I wanted to take my blog in and to be honest I wanted to find inspiration.

Um, not nice.

The first rule I had for my site was to only post positive things. No matter how pissed or upset I was at something (aka dating), I wouldn’t post it. But instead something else happened: I began to notice that the more I began to follow a series of websites (FYI bloglovin is a great app for this), the more I began to appreciate women.

Lezbehonest, with Perez Hilton and other various tabloid circuits, it’s as if we almost hope for women to fail. As if we want Kim Kardashian and Jessica Simpson to get fat from their pregnancies or women from the Real Housewives of (insert city) to go bankrupt & batshit crazy while only rarely do we find sympathy or show a slight feign of attraction to women at all (& it’s typically to those we regard as America’s Sweethearts).

Let’s play a game: Ask a group of women about Lea Michele (girlfriend of the late Corey Monteith) or Kate Middleton and most women will say something extremely positive about them and hope for their success, while ask the same group of women to say something nice about Tara Reid or Lindsay Lohan and I swear their attitude will completely change. It’s sort of common knowledge that’s it’s okay to hate certain women.

This came to my attention when I came across an article in September’s Cosmopolitan (it’s a reoccurring gift from my grandmother–relax) and it talked about how women BOND over hating other women. As women we become closer by hating on other women. What the hell, when did this become a thing? I mean groups of women get together and watch RHONJ and bond over talking shit about the cast. I mean TheDirty.com gets thousands of submissions a day (I’m sure over 75% are from women).

Take for example my friend Kier, she has a fashion blog (www.fashionaddict.la) and has recently decided to document her journey with undergoing a breast augmentation surgery.  I happen to think it’s a brave and an awesome tool for women to have access to if they are scared or unsure and considering the procedure themselves. While she’s actually found great support by her posts, she is also receiving a lot of negative feedback–which leaves me to question: are we all just catty bitches? Or rather have we simply allowed ourselves to become that way?

Let’s start with the fact that I’m one of these women, actually I’m a reformed bitch. I saw my transformation unfold over the past couple years when I began to create my site and follow blogs of other women I admired, and suddenly I began to feel less catty. Seriously, I was replacing hate-envy for women I was jealous of and decided life was better as a fangirl. I also decided to swap negative websites for websites that applauded personal ambitions and success. It’s that easy, and trust me it’s way more fun to like women (rawr).

And frankly, positive admiration will only make you a happier person, so don’t be a bitch (because memo: YOLO–life’s too short).

I don’t mean to preach, I just thought I’d bring to the table what no one really has, and if we all start working together, we truly can rule the world (insert beyoncé song here).

& now I’ll leave with you with a couple of websites of women who I admire incase you need a little kick in starting your new reformation (and also because they’re super fun):

(left to right: brooklynblonde.com // helloamanda.com //  happybrittany.com// theskinnyconfidential.com)


(L to R: cupcakesandcashmere.com // fashionaddict.la // jimmychoosandtennisshoes.com // caraloren.com)


Ode to Oscar


The 1st Academy Awards, held in the Blossom Room of the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel

As some of you may already know, I’m a total History buff–which means as part of my curriculum I’m constantly looking to the past to in order to gain a better understanding of the future. Personally, I think I’m just a curious person who wants to know everything. A result of being an only child, I imagine.

Tonight I came across an article on The New Yorker by Amy Davidson (see here), in which she berates host Seth McFarlane’s performance last night, saying “watching the Oscars last night meant sitting through a series of crudely sexist antics led by a scrubby, self-satisfied Seth MacFarlane.” I promised myself when I started this blog to always be positive, but I think a nerve was struck when she said “It just seemed like a way for MacFarlane to make fun of viewers for being prudish and not “getting it.” (See, the cool girls think that it’s funny!)”

I consider myself to be somewhat of a comedy junkie, so naturally I thought his performance was amazing and exactly what I expected from the creator of Ted and Family Guy, and a host mocking the audience is certainly not a new concept at award shows. So, this (of course) got me thinking that this, what exactly is the Academy Awards about?

As I began to research, I noticed that everything about the Academy Awards has changed significantly from year to year, which means there shouldn’t be a standard in how the ceremony is held. Everything from categories (Bette Davis won as the result of a write-in), to the various locations in which the ceremony is held, to the actual statue have changed (the first Academy Awards didn’t even have acceptance speeches), so is it fair to hold last night’s host to such a standard?

Here at rianna.eve, we like to celebrate ingenuity, so I decided to celebrate those moments instead.

I’ll start by posting a couple of my favorite acceptance speeches that I remembered watching over the years and as it turns out, they’re both a little wacky.

Matt Damon and Ben Affleck–obviously they’re REALLY excited to win they just shout every name that comes to mind, hilarious.

“Let me make my dress look pretty..” She just does her thing, I love it.

Also, share some facts I picked up in my exploration:

  • Today there are 24 categories, but the first award show held on May 16, 1929, at the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel, featured 10 categories. 
  • In present time, the decision for each winner is held by a voting process only by the members of the Academy of Motion Picture and Science, and voters must belong to the category in which they are voting for (i.e. directors vote for directors)
  • The list of winners used to be given to media outlets in order for them to publish them the following day (in times before the world wide web) but in 1939, the Los Angeles Times ran the list of winners in an evening edition before the ceremony took place in one of the industry’s greatest years. Talk about a buzzkill. Suffice to say that won’t happen again, now the PricewaterhouseCoopers firm is hired to keep the envelopes safe.


  • So who is Oscar? That’s historical debate, but I like the rumor that Bette Davis thought the backside of the statue looked like the derriere of her husband, Harmon Oscar Nelson, therefore nicknamed her statue Oscar.
  • The statue weighs 8.5 lbs! Not a bad arm workout, eh?
  • During World War II when there was metal shortages, the statues were made of plaster.
  • It wasn’t until 1952 when the 25th Annual Academy Awards were televised on NBC.

& I’d like to end my Oscar rant to focus on what I believe is most important thing: the fashion. Perhaps if we focus on couture, we’d all be much happier people–maybe Amy Davidson just needs Versace in her life.


Jessica Chastain

Notice the minimal jewelry, literally unseen at events like this, just a beautiful dress and bright lips & I’m obsessed!


Samantha Barks

She could have done so much with this (a statement necklace, bright lips) but I love the simplicity!


Charlize Theron

The bodice, the delicate peplum, the color! She always looks perfect.846x-3

Halle Berry


Naomi Watts


Jenna Dewan (& her baby bump)

I love the dress, nail color and lip color, and of course her baby bump.


Jennifer Garner

I love everything about her look! the color, the necklace & her hair..gorge


Stacy Keibler