Live, Laugh, Pray, Love Mommy

It took me a while to write about this. I am deeply saddened about what happened to those children and those families in Connecticut. I cannot even think of the words to describe how weak my heart gets every time I dare to think about it. I can only imagine how those families feel now that their babies are gone. I am trying to hold back the tears now. To take another's life is totally cruel and to take that of a child's is unfathomable. To be honest, I don't know what the full report is on the events of that day...I don't want to know. I cannot bring myself to listen to it on the news or even read about it. My niece and nephew screamed and cried on Monday morning when their bus came. They were scared to go to school because of what happened to those children in Connecticut. That broke my heart. These innocent children have just been exposed to the iniquities of this world. I can't even stand it. Then, I think about my son. He doesn't even know what this world

Desi is getting better everyone!!! He is still a little congested so we have been spraying some saline solution in his nose to clear it up. He is back at daycare with all of his little friends, so all is well. Anyway, the post is really about my experience with Desi on the ride to daycare every morning. One word...HILARIOUS. I drive Desi to daycare every morning. This is what goes on in the car on our way there. Desi: MOMMY! Me: Yes Desi? Desi: Hungee! Foodt. Me: Hold on Desi Desi: MOMMY! Goldfish. Me: I don't have goldfish right now Desi Desi: Mommy! Nana! Me: You ate the banana already baby boy Desi: No, nana! Me: No Desi Desi: Mulk mommy, mulk Me: Hold on Desi, mommy is driving. Wail 'til I stop at a light and I will get you your milk. Desi: Okay mommy...mulk mommy! Me: Desi, what did I say? Desi: Peas? Me: No Desi wait a sec *this goes on the whole car ride sometimes* So yesterday, I tried something new. I ignored him after a while. Here is the conv

My baby boy is sick again. These darn colds!!!! We were taking care of his cold all throughout the weekend. When we got Desi together for daycare this morning, we thought all was well. Out the door and down the road we went. Desi kept saying "home mommy, home." That was the first sign that he wasn't feeling well. Then here comes the vomit!! My husband and I just took a deep breath and turned the car around to head for the house. To stay home or not to stay home? That is the question my husband and I asked of each other. Is he feeling better now that he vomited? Should he go to daycare with this cough and the runny nose? He doesn't have a fever... My husband definitely makes more money than I do and he had an important meeting to attend. So, I stayed home with our sick child. His grandma called me to see how he was doing. She advised that I should take him to daycare since he is not running a fever. I wasn't sure though. I just didn't feel right taking him wh

I thought it would be nice to do a little video for my blog. I think it adds a more personal touch and it may help me get closer to everyone of you out in the motherhood. I just had some overwhelming thoughts one morning as I was driving to work. I decided that I should get it all on video. Enjoy! Night Night!

The other day, Desi, my husband and myself were at my cousin's house visiting her and her two beautiful baby girls. Of course, all of the toys there were girly toys. Okay, so you get where I'm going with this right? The grown ups were talking in the kitchen when, all of a sudden, Desi runs in holding a Dora doll and a barbie doll. My poor husband was visibly horrified by the scene. I gave him that reassuring look and when Desi left, I said, "honey, it's okay. He doesn't know any different." Chris shook his head and disapprovingly said, "No, honey, those are dolls. He's playing with dolls."  My cousin and I just laughed. At Desi's age, a little boy playing with "girlie" toys is not really an issue. They are attracted to the colors. Also, look at the circumstances, he was in a house full of chicks. At home, he is all into his cars, airplanes and trains. Desi is fine and so are all the other little boys in the world that may be attra

My son has developed this obsession with rubbing his belly up against certain things in the house. It's kind of weird and confusing. My husband and I often catch him rubbing his exposed belly up and down the door to the TV stand. He has to be in the right position too. He rubs against the area around his belly button or even on his belly button. He will rub his belly on the wheel of his car and on cold surfaces. What is that all about? I  don't understand why he is doing it. Maybe this is just a phase. Has anyone else experienced this with their babies? I guess I am being paranoid. It is pretty amusing as I write it, but I still can't help but wonder why he is doing this all of a sudden. Kids...you just can't understand them sometimes! LOL! Night Night!

The other day I was using the bathroom (there is a reason for disclosing TMI) and Desi, as always, was standing in the bathroom with me. He refused to leave. He sat on his little red stool and played with his plane. I really needed some privacy so I asked him to go pick his toys up and put them away. He said "no mommy, plane." Translation here is he did not want to because he was playing with his plane. I waited a few minutes and proceeded to ask him to pick his toys up again. He slowly said, "no...mommy...PLANE!" I could tell he was a little irritated with me asking for a second time, but I really needed some privacy. The third time I asked, I got a little more serious with the request. I thought, then, that he would leave out and do what I said. Instead he got up quickly, looked me straight in the eyes and very exactly said, "NO MOMMY PLANE!" After standing his ground, he stepped outside the bathroom and closed the door on me. As if that wasn't enoug

I would love to have a job that would allow me to work from home. Desi is sick today, so I have to stay home. My vacation and sick days are totally depleted. I will just have to take a loss. If I worked from home, I would be able to care for Desi and get some work done at the same time. It would also be beneficial once he is in school because I will always be available. I need to find my way into that type of working world. I am kicking myself right now because I was almost done with my medical transcription classes. I had to pay additional money to renew the courses and I didn't have the money because I wasn't working at the time. I wish that I could have completed the program. I still want to complete it. I started the program through Career Step. I was required to pay the set tuition amount (and I did and on time). If I didn't complete the program within the designated months, I would have to purchase an extension. If I didn't purchase the extension, my program wou

I met Thomas and James at the store this past Friday. Desi became instant friends with them so I just had to bring them home. I had no idea that they would become inseparable. Okay, so Thomas and James are not real people, in fact, they are trains ("Thomas and Friends"). I bought them for Desi since he is so into that show. Well, I never thought that he would become so attached to these toys. I am sitting here in my kitchen amusing myself over the fact that I have 3 children now and Desi has some great new friends to keep him company. I had to bathe Thomas and James, I had to feed them, I had to give them something to drink--everything Desi needed to do, he insisted that Thomas and James do it too. It's pretty cute. He goes to bed with them, one on each side of his pillow. He rides around with them when we're  out running errands. I think he is building a lifelong friendship with these two. I am glad I brought them together. LOL! I enjoy seeing him so enthused ab

I think I have lost my ability to play. Many times I wonder where my imagination has gone. I admire those moms that can think of myriads of play activities. I can't think of a single one. So when I say to Desi, "Wanna play with mommy?" When he says "yes" (sometimes he will say "no mommy") I am thinking, "okay what should we do?" I get slight anxiety. LOL! We'll run around and play with cars, but I'm not sure if that is enough. I guess I can google activities to do with a 1 1/2 year old, but shouldn't this come naturally? I don't know why this is an issue to be honest. I feel pretty silly even writing about it but I am hoping I am not the only one in the motherhood feeling this way.  Case in point, Desi and I were playing at the park the other day. He goes to sit down in the mulch and he says to me, "sit mommy, sit." I sit with him and start wondering what should we do. So I pick up two sticks and we have a stick f

I am sick and tired of this weight issue of mine!!! Since having Desi, I have been feeling so sick. Severe fatigue (to point I have to, literally, crawl up the stairs), dizziness, nausea, pain in my joints. So I finally went to my primary doc who, in turn, had me go to some specialists. Long story short, blood work and everything has come out fine, but the basic issue is that I am FAT! LOL! I mean that's basically what the docs were saying to me. "Yes, all looks fine. The real problem is that you're FAT!" That's all I heard at these past doc appointments. I gained so much weight when I was preggers with Desi (like 40+ lbs). I didn't eat anything crazy. I just wanted full meals at each sitting (including snacks) and I didn't stay active. I am paying for it now. My weight is weighing me down. I MUST get these pounds off so I can start feeling better. I have to lose 50lbs! I know I can do it, it's just not going to happen overnight. I have to stay focus

I had a really bad day today at work. I would go into detail, but that would probably come back and bite me in the butt. Let's just say that I was highly irritated and so overly joyed that 4:15 pm rolled around when it did because I didn't think I was going to make it. Coming home to my family after work is so refreshing and such a blessing. It helps me to see the bigger picture, which shows that there is more to life than your 9-5! My beautiful baby boy greeted at the door with a big hug and my loving husband greeted me with a wonderful kiss. Most funniest moment of the evening was trying to get Desi to take his medicine (he's fighting a little bug). Chris, my husband, says, "Okay, so I am gonna come up with a little concoction since Desi won't  drink this by itself." It was hilarious because we were trying to hide what we were doing from Desi. Chris mixed Desi's cherry medicine with apple juice. Chris handed Desi the drink and said excitedly, "Desi,

As Desi's vocabulary continues to grow, he continues to say the cutest little things. Here is a recent conversation I had with him: Me: Desi are you done eating? Desi: Yes sir Me: Okay, so before you get up we need to wash your hands and face okay? Desi: Yes sir I want to melt every he says "yes sir." He got this from my husband. Anytime Desi calls for Chris' (my hubby) attention, Chris says, "yes sir?" So now Desi says it to me when I ask him a question or when I ask him to do something. For example, I would say, "Desi put your toys away please." He says, "yes sir." Hilarious right?! You gotta love these moments. You can't get them back. Well that's about all I wanted to say. I don't have the energy to say anything else other than good night! 

Hello to everyone in the motherhood! Before I had Desi, I made a conscious decision not to allow him to watch hours and hours of TV. Today (and a few other days last week) that decision does not even exist because I am not feeling well and Caillou and football seems to be the only 2 things that please him right now. Will this ruin him? Not in the slightest. Will I make this a habit? No, not at all. I still want to put a limit on TV time because I feel that there are better things to do than to stay glued to the TV and it allows the family to spend some quality time together. Today, however, will be TV day because I don't have the energy or the patience. I mean I really want to "zone out" right about now. I am sure you all can feel me on that one. My nail polish is chipped on both my finger nails and my toe nails, I need to shave, I need to pluck my brows, I need some pampering. I mean, thank goodness my hair is done! Lol! I love, love, love my little munchkin, but I think

Alert, Alert!! I would like to announce that my son has officially become a BIG boy. He pee peed in the potty tonight! I can't believe it. So here is how it all went down. Desi was playing around before we got him down for bed. He was playing in the bathroom while I was doing my hair. He decides to get his book and sit down on the potty with his pamper on. Now, we have been sitting him on the potty here and there, but we haven't really enforced the whole potty thing because we wanted to go at HIS pace and not when WE  felt he should be doing it (or what the books and others say for that matter). So, at first I was just going to let him sit there with his pamper on because, like all the other times, I felt like he wouldn't do anything on the potty. The other thing was I was too tired to actually take the pamper off and let him sit and do nothing. Of course, I changed my mind. I had a little inkling of hope. So I nonchalantly slipped Desi's diaper off and placed him bac

Hello mothers! I've been looking forward to this post all day. There was a situation that occurred two nights ago that got me thinking about how much time and energy we as mothers put out for our families. Let me explain (bear with me please. I have a hard time getting to the point). I had to get gas two nights ago. Desi came along with me because my husband was visiting one of his friends. Anyway, I was thirsty, so I brought a cup of juice with me. I did not realize that I had my headset in the cup holder. Well, the plug poked a hole through my cup and, long story short, I ended up with a cup holder full of juice. I wanted to scream, but I held my composure. I was pretty upset though because the juice was REALLY good. I got my gas and everything and once I got back home, I put Desi to sleep and proceeded to gear up for this mess I made in my car. I did not feel like doing it, but who wants to ride around with juice in their cup holder? I turned on my music and started cleaning. I

Kiss the Sun By Aisha H. In the morning I wake to the beaming eyes of the sun I am instantly taken by a sweet calm comparable to a brisk breeze where a river runs The way he shines through my window warms the very vessel of my heart I know he will be with me throughout the day-we will never part I reach out to the sun and lift him to feel the warmth against my face As I kiss the sun I bring him in close-a sweet embrace His tiny rays tickle my skin….I grin I sit and admire the way he lights up the room And fills the air with a sweet and odorless perfume The sun is so pure and organic Untainted by impurities hovering below him because he rises so high The sun rises so high, as the arms of the clouds lift him up in the sky So thankful for these moments What a beautiful sight to see He feeds my soul and brings nourishment to my body I kiss the sun good night and fall fast to sleep Soon morning will come and I will rise again to the beaming eyes of th

It has been a long time since I've blogged. To be honest, I kinda lost interest for a few months. I guess it may have been because no one was reading it. I just happened to look at it today and it sparked up an interest again. I realized how much I just really like writing. So to heck with it. I'm gonna write. I don't care if no one will ever read it. With all that said, let's talk about motherhood. Desmond is 1 1/2 years old! He is busy as ever. He loves playing outdoors, especially in the rain. He says,  "Outside Mommy! Pay, I want pay!" Now who can say no to that? Oh! Wait Wait! I gotta share this first before I go any further. Two days ago, I came home with Desi (after picking him up from daycare). We walked in the house and he greeted our dog as usual. Then he yelled "D-A-A-D-Y!" I told him daddy wasn't home yet. He looked at me and said, "baketball?" How did he know that? Yes, my husband was out playing basketball. But how did h

The other day someone started cooing over how tiny my baby boy's hands are. Upon hearing that comment, I felt a slight tug at my heart because I remember when his hands were smaller. They are getting bigger along with everything else. Oh how I wish that I can freeze time for just a second so I can get a few uninterrupted moments with my growing son. He is going to be 1 this Saturday! My husband says that I should be excited, but I just feel so weepy. I just want my small little cuddlie baby back! LOL! I keep looking back on January 7, 2011. I held my 5lbs 13oz baby boy for the first time. I just want that moment back. It's just a memory now. I am not trying to depress any one. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy seeing Desi grow. It's amazing. He is developing so much character and he is so fun to be with. I just know that as time moves on, he will not be my little baby anymore. I am going to miss that. I don't know. Am I the only one that feels this way? Are my feelings a