Hey, WordPress clan. I thought we might try having a social tonight. If you are among the members of my blog’s community, I’d like to get to know you better.(more…)
By ‘I’ I mean we, as in my husband and I.
I want some of the good coffee you guys have down here.
By now, I’ve been awake for a few hours. Yesterday was Mother’s Day and if we’re being honest, I spent it in bed. All of it. Right there is where my husband brought me coffee, showed me my gift and later brought me dinner. I roamed Netflix, social media every now and again and barely dredged up enough energy to respond to all the mother day wishes and make wishes of my own. Just barely.(more…)
*Read this in black and white with some sad music from the past*
There was a girl, who once could not bake. She had made a few attempts at cakes, but they always end up lopsided and/or burnt.
*Dramatically lifts veil*(more…)
Blogging is not a sprint. It’s a marathon.
I read that somewhere this week, and it might have been the kick I needed to jump start my engine. See, since this quarantine thing started, I’ve opened a blank page to write a blog post a couple of dozen times, but always end up closing the page several hours later just as blank as it was when I opened it.(more…)
Having seen my wife’s blog post about her first time traveling alone with our frisky three year old daughter, I’ve decided I will share my side of the story. The husband, left soaked in tears, I mean rain :-), in the airport.
Ok, now, first of all, we usually travel together, as a family. Even with two sets of hands and four sets of eyes, Sio is incredibly slippery and I knew for a fact, based on past experiences that at some point in the journey, she would give up on walking. She’s now three, perfectly capable of handling herself but when she says no, that’s it.
The other day, the need arose for Sio and I to travel alone. Up until that time, we traveled as a family. My husband was a tad concerned, asking numerous times if I was sure I’d be okay mostly because our child is frisskkyy! In addition, she behaves like a banshee when she’s tired. Well, going solo definitely wasn’t my first choice, however, it has to happen some time, right?(more…)
This morning as I had my coffee, I came across a video on Facebook where a twelve day old new born stopped breathing. The police stopped the speeding car and successfully revived the child and kept her breathing until paramedics arrived. I cried through the video. the mom looked like a new mom and I could just imagine her fear.(more…)
Hey, guys! I can’t believe that 2019 is more than half way through, even if only by two weeks. I’ve been meaning to write this blog for a week now, and not surprisingly, it’s at 2am while I’m strung out and tired that I’m getting the chance.(more…)
On October 13, 2018, my angel turned two years old. Can you believe it? How we got here so fast, I will never know. It’s a wonder I didn’t bawl like I did when she turned one. My beautiful, sweet, happy, smart child.
I am so proud of her. I walk around every day with a mountain of pride, singing “Shan’s womb R us.“(more…)