Not so Fast, Mom.

Before going to bed the other day, I was helping Hannah with her prayers.

“What do you want to thank God for?”


“Do you want to ask God for anything?”


I swelled with pride because what three-year old asks for conflict resolution as a personal prayer?


But she wasn’t done.


The ironic thing is that she doesn’t even like pizza.


Conversations with three-year-olds are the best.


Having Children

Kids. They change things.

Before we had tiny human beings in our household, my husband and I were able to do things without much thought.


But with kids around, spontaneity needs careful planning.kids3

When it was just the two of us, showing affection was as easy as reaching out for his hand.

kids4But now, our hands seem to be always full.

Just kidding. As if they would ever stay still like that.

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My husband and I used to curl up on the couch and watch movies after dinner. It was sweet.


Now that we have two kids, we still watch movies after dinner. But the movies we see have become less varied. Specifically, a cute little movie named Frozen, which we have watched approximately 3,562,125 times.


Lately, my husband and I have been talking about how important it is to set aside time to be out of the parenting zone.


So we tried.


… and ended up talking about grown up things.


What can be more grown up than being parents, right?


Like I said, kids: they change things.


Having kids did this to her marriage.


Life with an Almost Two-Year Old

Every night, I dream that our hours are spend bringing Pinterest to life. But yeah, she’s one and a half, so… reality.Image


My Big Mommy Mistake


… is that I overestimate myself. I’m a mommy, not a superhuman.

Rest is good. Sleep is good. Asking for help is ok.


Crazy Mommy

I love my daughter down to the core, but sometimes she can really drive me nuts.


“I’m crying just so I can see how my mommy will react!”

Now that she’s a year old, I’ve noticed that my sweet little baby has been replaced with a real human being, complete with the ability to push other people’s buttons.

Although she’s still sweet 99 percent of the time, the remainder is spent testing her limits — throwing things on the floor then staring at me to see my reaction, touching things I specifically told her not to, and doing backbends when she does not want to get picked up. Fun.

When she gets into one of those moods, I approach the situation as calmly as possible.


“I want to tear my hair out!”

Other times, I just do a serene face to help my little darling calm down.



I think it’s safe to say that after a whole year of being a mom, I’m an expert at handling a fussy baby.


“Let’s just wait for daddy to come home.”

On those days, one thought keeps me going: I’m not here. I look forward to when I can finally step away from taking care of the baby and catch a break.  Mothers, I am learning, need a breather from the emotional rollercoaster that comes with the territory of raising a person.

So, I take a break. Maybe I can even devote some time to blog. Frankly, these breaks don’t last very long. I come running back to my baby because even if she can drive me crazy, I’m just a mess without her.


 “Waaaah. I miss my baby.”


Day 538: I told myself no pictures but…

I couldn’t resist. I encountered this painting by Eugène Carrière through one of my daily blog reads and it reminded  me so much of Hannah as a newborn.

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This picture was taken on the day we came home from the hospital. My little three-day old, gingerly touching my bloated face.

Wish your mommy a happy birthday, Hannah. It’s my first with you around, and I can’t even imagine life before you. You and your daddy are the reasons why this is the best birthday ever.



Day 520: New Skills, Mad Skills





Rainy season is bug season. I never minded it very much before but since Hannah arrived, I’ve become a lean, mean mosquito killing machine.  I now have bionic reflexes. I can grab mosquitoes in mid-flight and crush them at one fell swoop. If you’ve got wings and an intention to bite my daughter, you’re dead.

In less violent news, unless you’re fabric, I’ve discovered another skill. Crafting! Using this pattern as a guide, I made a fabric flower for Hannah. We were going to an event and I thought her plain white dress was a little too blah.

I’m totally high off the success of my little project. Today a flower, tomorrow the world. Martha, I’ve got my eye on you.