He’s three. He’s had three birthday parties. Three Christmases. Three Easter holidays. He’s three and has had double as many assessments than birthdays, holidays, and years on this earth. They started when he first failed a milestone survey at 2 and half and his Early Head Start teacher asked me to meet with ECI. At that … Continue reading Maximus The Great: It’s Official.
I sat in my stylist's chair taking in a few deep breaths. It'd been a stressful several weeks and I was finally able to get some "me" time squeezed in on a random Thursday. I wanted to do something fun with my hair and originally thought of putting in some pink, as I had just … Continue reading Blue.
Dear Maxaroni, My sweet boy. Did you know were named after a Roman general? We almost named you Hannibal-you'll learn about him later (trust me, your dad had about 100 books about him). He famously said "We will find the way or create it." Those words helped me power through the shock and fear I … Continue reading Dear Max, You’re High Risk
Last year, was a DOOZY for me. I’ve mentioned it in previous posts, but no one really knows just how intense it was other than a couple of people. My husband, and my mother. The people I am closest to in this world. I’ve already gushed over how much I love my Esposo and how … Continue reading Happy Birthday Mami!
I am a 2nd generation Latina. Well, 1 and a half if you want to get really technical. My father was born in the U.S. and my mom was born in Mexico. My dad’s family eventually moved back to Mexico. But it was a border town, and he attended school in the U.S., and my … Continue reading Cultura vs. Consistency
Like many mothers out there, soy adicta to Target. Like a moth to the flame, the red sign hypnotizes me and I go way WAY over budget. As you know, unless you’ve been living under a pierda, Target has come under fire for doing away with labeling their toys section by gender. Some say that … Continue reading Your hijos can pick their own toys
I sat in the sonogram room nervously fidgeting, trying to remain calm. I was slightly panicking as I hadn't gotten my period and had 2 positive pregnancy tests weeks 7 and half weeks after my miscarriage, and if I WAS pregnant I needed to know ASAP. She inserted the equipment and I had a … Continue reading Tercas (Looks like we made it!)
I will fully admit, I can be messy. Not dirty, but messy-there is a difference. Like, my clothes may be piled up everywhere on the closet, bathroom, and bedroom floors, but my bed? Hunty, it will be on point. My Madre would be so proud. A typical morning in high school consisted of me gathering … Continue reading My cama game strong! Or, why I make the bed everyday