Nearly 2.5 years a Madre

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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”

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Do you ‘LIKE’ me?

Guys! A new day has come. Making La Madre is now on Facebook. Please head over there and ‘like’ my page so we can talk all things ‘madre’ over there too. The dream has always been that Making La Madre would be a place where I could spark conversations about career, family, parenthood, travel and more. Continue reading “Do you ‘LIKE’ me?”

words by latonya

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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”

sweet a.f.

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Since this is kind of a ‘mom blog’ after all. I get the chance to drop in some sweet motherhood moments to share and remember. Today is one of those days.

Ever since Mario was born I have sung him a lullaby that I remember my own madre singing. I don’t actually remember her singing it to me but I remember her singing it to my brother, who is 13 years my junior. I adlibbed the second verse because I don’t remember how it ended. I have been singing it to him off and on throughout his life. Continue reading “sweet a.f.”

The 5 habits of a bad mom

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While the title of this post is slightly in jest it is most of all a curation of my own bad habits in this role of ‘mom’. Things that I realize are habits we have formed and we are working on adjusting. But still a funny collection of all the things I forget to do or didn’t even think was something I needed to be doing- ok probably digging myself deeper here… Jumping right into  ‘the five habits of a bad mom’.
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two years a madre

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As I sat down to write this post I was compelled to write it in short form, kind of like a poem or small thoughts. I knew I didn’t want to write too much or go to deep. And I knew I wanted to honor the fact that I had always imagined myself a mom to a two year old boy and today I am.

Here I am. Where I knew I wanted to be. A mama to a two year old boy.

Here you are. Wherever you want to be. A boy with a crusty nose and unkempt nails on his fingers and toes.

There I was. When you were born, not sure who this birth would make me become. But looking forward to life with you at the age of two.

There you were. When your arrival surprised us and you came before due. Tiny, squeaky and new.

Here we are. Where you sing, count, whine and yell. A two year old boy forever. Continue reading “two years a madre”

21* things at 21 months

Mo is practically 22 months old. Technically he hits 22 months this weekend but it has been a while since I properly updated on life as a madre so here we go. *Full disclosure: I started this post almost two weeks ago but realized quickly that it was going to be quite lengthy. So breaking up into a three parter.

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21 things at 21 months part 1

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19 months a madre

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Here I am, over a year and a half into what has arguably been the most defining part of my adulthood. The emotional growth and adjustment that I have made has been appropriately organic and slow. Just recently I have properly accepted the fact that I am a M-O-M. I sleep less, have finally determined a proper makeup routine and take care (in some shape or form) of a little human man everyday.

I know I am not alone in this surprise acceptance of motherhood and collect little quotes and anecdotes from the collection of blogs and people I follow online. I continue to This one that I found yesterday from Joanna Goddard’s website (more on that later) comes from new madre and writer Alyssa Shelasky.

“The greatest thing I learned is that I don’t have to be so tough – that a “never let ’em see ya sweat” ethos is a lost cause in this sappy love song called motherhood.” Continue reading “19 months a madre”

15 months a madre

Last week Mo hit 15 months, so an update is officially due here on the blog. He is a really sweet little boy and I am truly enjoying my role as his madre. I am working on a few future posts about sleep (for the whole family), favorite shoes for baby boys & more about life these days, including house dreams (thank you pinterest). For today I have compiled a collection of the highs and lows at 15 months a madre.

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Me & Mo in our Easter lunch outfits

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