Pink, everywhere!

Have you ever felt a baby kick inside a mom's tummy?

Saturday was my first time and I have to say, it's one of the weirdest thing I've ever felt.

I also went to my first baby shower on Sunday for my cousin, Tiffany. My sister Page planned the shower and did an amazing job with the decorations.


The candy table. At the end of the shower, everyone took a couple of bags of candy home. There was a lot of candy left over, leaving me to snack on it for the rest of the weekend. On Sunday I was feeling the sugar pains.


Chevron candy favor bags. Speaking of chevron, check out the behind-the-scenes action of Ruthie and Job painting a chevron wall in their new home!



All of those onesies were stuffed in the glass jar. Everyone had to guess how many onesies were in there.


I love that cheetah/heart print onesie peeking out from the pile. So adorable!


Tiffany's present pile. My gift is in that pink and black zebra bag!


Diaper cake! Isn't this too adorable! Page made it, that crafty little minx.


Mason jar cups for punch.


Tiffany's crazy cake!

Page wanted to have a photobooth at Tiffany's baby shower, so she and I spent Friday night crafting a diy photobooth. We made an awesome ribbon background and Page made chalkboards to write parent advice for Tiffany and Luke.

Here's my advice:


My Aunt Ces's advice. Ha!


Tiffany checking out her gifts. She got a ton of awesome gifts from her friends and family. Scarlett Rose is going to be one spoiled baby girl!


My sister, Lauren, got this pink bathing suit for Scarlett. So tiny!


More beautiful decorations made by the talented Page Douglas.


My sisters and me.


Check out more baby shower photos at Patrick Ang's website. He was the photographer at Tiffany and Luke's wedding and Page was so sweet to invite him to shoot the baby shower. Here's a picture he took of my sisters, Aunt Ces and mama-to-be Tiffany:

(Patrick Ang Photography)

Hey, baby.

I'm hopping on a plane on Friday that's headed for California. On Saturday, I get to see this beautiful mom-to-be for her baby shower.

My cousin Tiffany is having her first baby girl so soon and we couldn't be more excited for her. This picture was taken at her bridal shower almost two years ago. Her adorable, rockstar husband Luke (lead singer in this music video) is completely over the moon about their baby girl, Scarlett. It'll be the first time that I see their new house and the baby Scarlett's hot pink nursery!

Here are a couple of favorite baby internet finds:

Gorgeous gender reveal party on Hostess with the Mostess.

A REAL gender reveal party from Natalie at Nat, Your Average Girl.

DIY homemade baby uggs!!

Adorable baby shower decoration picks from my sistagirl, Page at Page on Paper.

Pink feet cookies!

How cute is this honey bee themed baby shower?

Baby shower guest book- just sign a balloon!

Some jewels for the sisters.

Check out these lovely bracelets that I got for my sisters from InPink:

For Page:


For Lauren:


And a little something for myself:


InPink was an awesome sponsor of the Texas Style Council event I attended last month. Thanks for the gorgeous jewelry!

Sew, a needle pulling thread!

Weird reference to the Sound of Music/my blog title: while Kristin and I were in Prague last October (check out my Europe travels on my old blog here), we couldn't stop singing Sound of Music songs. It was so great.

Ok, now I'm ready for my post:

Did I mention how awesome Robbie's parents are in my post yesterday?! My birthday was a couple of Sundays ago and check out what they got for me:




I can't wait to start sewing! Sewing projects coming your way soon, blog friends.

La, a note to follow sew.......

Let's go on a boat ride.

Robbie's parents came to visit for the weekend. I can't tell you how nice it is to see some familiar California faces here in Austin. I loved having Morgan visit in February and during South by Southwest my friend Rachel and Robbie's friend Sam were in town.

Having familiar faces around every couple of weekends has really helped to make the move to Austin a lot easier. It makes 1,300 miles from home seem more like 130. Thank goodness for good friends and supportive family. You guys have made what could have been a scary and lonely move much happier with your support.

Robbie used to live in Michigan before he became a Californian. Now he's a Texan and is more confused than ever about what to call home!! In Michigan, he grew up on this fantastic lake and has a million stories about fishing and swimming with his brother and the neighborhood kids. The water has always been part of his life. Even in California, he lived less than a mile away from the ocean. And in college, less than 10 miles away from the ocean. Now, we're in Austin and still can't seem to get enough of the water here.

Because of his family's affinity for lakes, Robbie and I took his parents to Lake Travis for an afternoon boat ride.

Mr. Moen at the helm.

Robbie and Phil were brave enough to get in the cold water and do some wakeboarding.


Phil! Love his sunglasses. I may steal them.


Robbie wakeboarding like a pro.



Keeping my eye on Phil's awesome sunglasses.


Me and Tim!


Can you tell the Moens are from Michigan?


Love this shot for some reason.


Thanks, VIP for letting us drive your boat into the ground. We were not gentle with that boat.



Marilyn and I having wine, as usual. We like to keep things classy.


Robbie and his mom. This is my favorite picture of the weekend.


The fish weren't biting.


Phil trying out the wakeboard.




It was such a beautiful weekend. Perfect weather and great company.

Schiller heirlooms.

I haven't been getting my mail for a couple weeks now. The first couple of weeks I was here I got my bills, some junk mail and a lot of mail for the people who used to live in my apartment. Then it just stopped all of a sudden. No bills, no junk, no nothing.

Last week, I got a knock at my door. Turns out my neighbor had been getting all of my mail. Apparently his girlfriend and I have the same last name. Strange coincidence! He brought over a box addressed to me and this beauty was inside:

My Uncle Terry sent this carving to me. Sidenote: I call him Uncle even though he says he's not my uncle, which is technically true. But second-cousin Terry doesn't sound as good. Plus there are too many people in my family; everyone's an aunt or uncle to me. He and Nancy sent this to me as a house-warming gift. It was a carving that my Granddad gave to his sister, Theresa. Theresa is Uncle Terry's mom, and a pretty awesome lady at that. *I'll be sure to do a pretty extensive post on the Schiller family in July- family reunion time!

After Aunt Theresa passed away, Terry inherited it from his dad. And upon moving to Austin, I inherited it from Uncle Terry! How special is that?!

My Granddad was a wood carver. Not just a wood carver, he was more of an artist. Everyone in my family has dozens upon dozens of his carvings. We have so many that we could probably make a museum. What's really neat about his carvings is that everyone kind of feels like they have a special attachment to at least one of them. They're all pretty special because they all have a story behind them. I have a adorable little raccoon at home in California that I have a special affinity for.

I remember my grandparents visiting us in California (they're Canadian, so trips to California were rare) when I was pretty young- maybe 8 years old? We had an ungodly amount of outdoor cats when I was little. Probably as many as 20 at one point. Every night, we'd feed the cats in our backyard. Their food bowls were right up against a large, floor-to-ceiling window so we'd lay down on the floor inside and watch them through the window, eating their food. Every now and then a giant raccoon braved its way out of the bushes to the food bowls and would scoop out the cat food with its little hands. This was the best. My sisters and I loved when the raccoons would come to the window. While my grandparents were visiting, sure enough a big, ol' raccoon came to the window and we had a fantastic time being nose-to-nose with the big guy.

I finally mustered up enough courage (I was a really shy one when I was little. Adults scared me!) and wrote my Granddad a note, asking him if he'd carve a raccoon for me. I passed it to him and he said he would make me one.

A couple weeks later, I got a pretty raccoon wood carving in the mail. That's my carving.

Now I have another special carving, all to myself. I look forward to the day that I get to pass on my wood carvings to someone special enough to receive them.

5 reasons why my dad is awesome.

Today is my dad's birthday.

Reasons why he is so great:

1. He lives and breathes all thing golf. He works at a golf course. He golfed nearly every day this summer. And he practices his putting skills at home in the living room whilst wearing red slippers. That's dedication.

2. He puts up with our chatter. Raising three girls (on his own for the last 11 years, I might add) has to be such a pain in the butt. He just takes it all in stride, nodding and commenting when appropriate when all of us chat his ears off. He's an excellent listener.

3. He always gives good advice. He's like a wise owl.

4. He's always down for eating ice cream. I kid you not, we have ice cream every night at his house. If we're out, we have to go buy some. We're a bunch of diabetics waiting to happen.

5. He has a holiday named after him: Hanksgiving. For those of you who are clueless about Hanksgiving, check this out. It's a Schiller tradition. And yes, we invented it before New Girl.

We love you, Dad. Thanks for being so great.

Hope you're eating ice cream tonight on your birthday.