The simplest moments are the ones I want to remember.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014


Do you ever have those moments where it feels like you could just burst into tears because you are just so grateful? I find that these moments, while absolutely exhilarating, are also some of the scariest sometimes. Scariest because the mere thought of losing that one thing could just make your whole world crumble. Or maybe I'm the only one in tears. I'll admit, I'm a crier. Too happy, too sad, too overwhelmed, you name it and I'm a goner. 





don't want to be negative. I don't want to be morbid, but I just wanted to document a small moment in time that occurred today. Because it wasn't a sad moment. It was so very very happy. But my heart aches that this time where they are always with me, and often underfoot, is unfairly short. 

I was sorting clothes in my room this morning when I heard the kids giggling. Whenever I hear my two monkeys playing in their own little world, I try to give them their space. I want them to have their shared secret moments. That's not to say I don't like to take a peek! I never claimed to not be nosy! So I carefully looked into S's room and found them tucked under the covers in her bed. From their conversation, I could tell they were pretending to put each other to bed. It's so funny because they were going through the motions we go through with them every night. Saying prayers, telling stories, singing songs. And a great big kiss, a big hug, and a "snowman kiss" on the nose.

Unfortunately, (or maybe fortunately) I was caught, and S immediately asked, "Mama! Can you turn off the lights? And tuck us in?" 

So, I tucked my little monkeys in, gave them a kiss, a hug, and a snowman kiss each on their little noses. As per S's request, I walked out and closed the door behind me. As soon as I shut the door, I heard them chatting and giggling away again. 

*****

They weren't kidding when they said time was a thief. 

When it's good, it's good. Until it isn't.

Monday, December 15, 2014


Their relationship I tell ya. There is the good, the bad, and the downright ugly. Life with a three and a two year old is no picnic, and I'd be lying if I said every single day ends well. I keep reminding myself that this time is short and I need to focus on the good. Because...

When it's good...

...they'll have the sweetest conversations. One of my favorites was when I was getting Pato ready for a nap. I had just turned off the lights when Sofia peeked in and whispered, "Hey, Pato! Dream about me, okay?!" 

When it's bad...
...it often involves yelling, crying and Pato running to me sobbing and saying, "I'm SAD!"

When it's ugly....(which happens more than I'd like)
...S is usually yelling at Pato, demanding he go to time out. And he's yelling at her. Arms are waiving wildly. And all I want to do is call C and ask him to bring me a Diet Coke on the way home. Better yet. I'll take a Coke IV, thanks. 

And even though it seems like there's no hopping-off of this emotional roller coaster, even if I'm begging the roller coaster operator to please stop or at least slow the dang ride down, I'm greatful I just get the chance to ride. 

A Quick Plug

Sunday, December 14, 2014



I feel like I've only mentioned on here a couple times about how I blog over at What to Expect. I'm always super (SUPER) intimidated before sending in a piece to my editor and super nervous that it will just be plain awful and everyone will loathe it and people will start rioting in the streets because of it. It's been a real honor to write over there because the What to Expect books permanently resided next to my bed for a solid 2-3 years. But, my most recent post is probably my favorite I've written thus far, and I hope you'll hop over and read it. I'm even making going to make it easy for you.


Did ya like that?

No, really. I don't normally toot my own horn, but in this post I talk about becoming confident in our parenting decisions, strict sleep schedules, and sweet potatoes en lieu of cakes. 

Oh, and about that time S said vagina and nearly gave my mother a heart attack. 

And......maybe one other funny story but I'm going to make you go look.

Reverse Psychology

Tuesday, December 2, 2014


So, remember that time I was all like, "I'm really gonna nail this blogging thing and do better?!" I am officially not allowing myself to say that anymore. It's like I jinx myself. Instead, I'm going to reverse-psychologize myself and says, "Meh....I'm just going to post once in a while. Maybe. See if I care! (Insert smiley face with tongue sticking out emoji here)" 

That outta work, right?

I will certainly not make it a New Year's goal. (wink wink) 


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