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?”→
Most Monday nights I make dinner, one of the two nights a week that this happens. I make a huge mess in our little kitchen with every surface covered with the remains of a home cooked meal. I plate us our dinner and then all three of us sit down in the dining room and eat together. It is a tiny moment of calm & reflection in my otherwise hectic Monday Continue reading “Choose your Own Adventure”→
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.”→
2017. I caught myself writing that down with an old fashioned pen and paper today and I had a flashback to middle school. When you would have to adjust to writing the new year and it would take a month or so til you got it right. But wow, here we are, another year. Filled with quite a few blog posts. Posts about motherhood (duh), friendships, housing drama & ‘me time’.
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’. Continue reading “The 5 habits of a bad mom”→
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.
‘Madre’ is mother in Spanish and in French ‘maman’. I give you this language lesson because today I am on Maman In Portland’s blog sharing a little east-side city guide focusing on our frequented spots as a family.