Ever since going back to work, after five months of maternity leave, I have been curious about the lives of parents who stay at home with their kids. Do they love it, or do they secretly hate it?
I imagine its a bit of both. I like to think that I get a glimpse into this on weekends. When there are stretches during a Saturday or Sunday when we have a really good rhythm. Leaving me feeling capable and happy with my wily boy. On the other hand there are nap protests & horrible table manners (thank you iPad & friends who don’t mind a two foot tall companion) at a restaurant or in the country wine tasting or doing all the things that 30-something grown ups want to do.
Long story short, Monday morning comes and we go our separate ways and we are all the better for it (thank you mom!) So when my friend Liz made the decision to stay at home with her kids earlier this year I was really interested in her perspective. Continue reading “The Truth about Stay at Home Moms”→
Somehow I have a nearly two-and-a-half-year-old boy, B-O-Y.
On his second birthday I wrote that I had always wanted a two year old boy, it was the stage I looked forward to the most. A cute and misbehaving companion that enjoys walks through the neighborhood holding my hand, one way conversation that can be quite annoying considering his dismissal of my behavioral corrections but also quite charming when sitting at the dinner table using his flatware and stemmed (plastic) wine glasses on occasion.
Below is a handful of “status updates” on life two years and five months into motherhood.
CONVERSATION As mentioned above he is becoming a chatty cathy who throws in dramatic hand gestures and unexpected facial cues into almost every ‘conversation’ we have. His eye rolls and winks are very distracting (in a cute way) when trying to interpret his words. A sample of some of his phrases are as follow: “don’t want to”, “I do it”, “need a tissue”, “I wash my hands” said as a demand and intended to mean that he must wash his hands. He loves washing his hands. Continue reading “Nearly 2.5 years a Madre”→
Happy Friday! Today you can find a feature about me over on Pom Pom Social. I am really honored to have the chance to talk about my family, my career, the political climate, being a Latina and adoption. Thank you so much Mikola for the beautiful fotos and Karin for giving me this opportunity.
Speaking honestly, authentically and coherently (ha) was a big challenge and I spent more time than I like to admit answering these questions. Please go check it out.
This past week we hit a major milestone at Casa Mike y Ly, our nearly two and a half year old boy decided he wanted to use the toilet(!!!)
Out of the blue on Tuesday morning when I was changing his diaper he told me ‘want to go pee pee’. I frantically ran upstairs, so that I wouldn’t miss my window, to get his little potty and voila he went. Then about 20 minutes later Continue reading “Toilet Time”→
Just last week my dad sent me a link to a bunch of family photos that he had scanned. One photo in particular stuck out to me. It was my grandmother holding my cousin Robyn, probably 35 years ago. The early 1980’s and all the women are in heels. My Tia Isabel is wearing what looks like a chambray romper (want!) and my mom is looking very lady like in black and white asymmetrical designed dress with white heeled sandals. I would love to find both of these looks look in my own closet, I wish I could see their purses and accessories closer. My Welita is in a stylish blouse and pants and looks glamorous with sunglasses and her hair down. Continue reading “Mom before me”→
In a forthcoming interview and feature for Pom Pom Social I was asked a handful of questions about my life as a working woman, partner and of course madre. One question in particular feels extremely relevant after learning about the killing of 15 year old Jordan Edwards by a Texas police officer.
Seeing the high school year book photo of Jordan that has been circulating the internet, my heart sank. He reminded me of so many of the boys in my life: his posture, his smile, his polo shirt on picture day. Continue reading “Whats the hardest thing?”→
I have been a follower and fan of stylist, blogger, madre and overall beautiful human Latonya Staubs for the past few years. She wrote this piece “The Personal is Political” last month and it resonated with me on many levels. I asked her if I could share it here in an effort to spread these thoughts about addressing the real world that we live in and the responsibility of people who choose to project their lives have in projecting their honest reality. We shouldn’t only be painting beautiful pictures with our words or with our photographs. We need to uncover what is real, human, raw and uncomfortable. Continue reading “words by latonya”→
So far this month I have turned 33, spent the majority of the month on a legit vacation in Mexico and said goodbye to my maternal grandmother. It has been a blur. It has been beautiful. It has been sad.
On April 2nd we picked up and flew to Mexico for a last minute spring break trip that lasted a glorious 10 days. I celebrated my birthday reading Big Little Lies poolside under palm trees with the sun kissing my bikini clad body. We got home last Tuesday night and I woke up to the news of my Abuela passing during the night. Continue reading “life shit”→