Honestly, I have no clue where to begin. Even for myself, I ask what that means. I don't think the conversation was ever had in my childhood home, and I don't remember my grandparents bringing it up. Up until recently, it was a battle to get Olivia to listen to me speak in Spanish. … Continue reading Teaching the girls what it means to be Mexican
I'm not old enough to have ever seen Led Zeppelin live, but I did grow up appreciating it. I'm a music geek. I love the complex arrangements, the rise and fall of the vocals as the music carries you into the telling of the story. Jimmy Page, John Bonham, Robert Plant, John Paul Jones. Geniuses. … Continue reading San Antonio Symphony Rocks!
You're probably thinking: Pictures? In the labor room. No thanks. What about all the blood and stuff? Why would I want pictures of sweaty, messy me? I get it. Those were the first thoughts I had when I was preparing for the birth of my first child. I didn't want to see all the stuff … Continue reading Why you should consider birth photography.
In our house, Sundays are usually pancake or waffle days, made by Paul. But I was really wanting an excuse to eat more of these chips with salsa, so I added peppers and eggs. Voila! And my friend Leisha got me turned on to herbal coffee. Have you tried this? GET. SOME. It was all … Continue reading Sunday morning rituals
Sunday tacos and sweet bread, to be exact. Why? Because I am DETERMINED to lose the last of my baby lonja or "fluff". I love my body. It's pretty awesome. The fact that it's produced two awesome girls makes it even more awesome. So I'm working hard to take care of my body, and get … Continue reading I miss pan dulce.
Seriously, I totally forgot about the haze of post-delivery. Thirty plus days of not knowing what day or time it was, doing the sniff test on clothing and bras, trying to remember if I'd showered or brushed my teeth. And posting? Pfft. WhatEVER. Thoughts from the baby front: Placenta encapsulation is what I'm sure saved … Continue reading And then, I could breathe again. Kind of.
Estimated due date, that is. I was REALLY hoping Tater Tot would be here by now. Both to meet her and to be physically comfortable. Because UGH. I've gotten things done at home: taxes, files, gardening, cleaning, baby room, napping, reading. And now... just... waiting. Olive is just as excited as we are, anticipating Tater's … Continue reading Today is “D” day