Live, Laugh, Pray, Love Mommy

Thursday night my husband and I snuck out the house to catch the 11:40p showing of Star Wars! My mother stays at our house during the week to watch Omari so she was fine with staying with the kids while we ran off to be teenagers again. As soon as we put the boys to bed, we rolled out (Roll Out by Ludacris plays here). It was exciting! Sometimes things are so surreal to me that it seems like my life is a movie and I will instantly que music in my head for the relatable scene. I felt a rush come over me while we tiptoed through the house and out the door. It felt like we were being rebellious. We were rebelling against the parental norms for the night. Once we got into the car, we just smiled at each other as I silently melted. His smile is a constant reminder of one of the many reasons why he is my husband. He is so fine (I Love Your Smile by Shauniece plays here)! He said, "You ready baby?" I nodded and we headed for the theater. He thanked me for coming with him and I could...

I am a hostage. The names of the people holding me hostage may shock you. They have sweet little faces and say cute things but don't be fooled. Their names are Desmond and Omari. Yes, my children. The leader is clearly the one named Omari. He may only be 1 but he is very powerful and scary at times. Sometimes when I am in the kitchen he appears out of nowhere. He uses his powerful grip to take hold of my leg and he only let's go when he wants to! He makes me move around with him hanging on and no matter how hard I try, I cannot break free. Desmond has night duty. He makes me lay down with him and Omari until they fall asleep. Many nights I end up falling asleep in their room. On the occasions that I do break free, I have to become a snake and slither out their room. I don't dare to breath because they will indeed hear it - they have impeccable hearing. Once I am out, I have to somehow walk on air so they will not hear my footsteps and the annoying creaks in the floor. Why ...

My 1 year old got stitches on his head last night (really this morning- ER was packed). The first of many real deal boo boos. We have a drum set in our basement and one of the snare drums was on the floor. I turned my back for literally 2 seconds (to eat a freakin cookie) and heard a shriek of pain. I quickly turned around and saw Omari holding his head. I ran over to him thinking he just hit his head on the floor or wall or something but I saw blood. I looked around and saw the snare drum and put two and two together. I cleaned the wound and saw a hole in his head. It was clearly a puncture. It wouldn't stop bleeding and it looked pretty deep. My baby! I was sick to my stomach because my baby was hurt. Desi held his stomach and started pacing the floor. "Oh God!" He said. He started to cry. "I don't want my baby brother to be hurt. Is he going to be okay?" He was so worried. My husband consoled him while I tried to clean the wound. I told my husband I have ...

I have a confession to make. I don't shave my legs in the winter. Random. Yes. But I know that I am not the only woman on this earth that skips this step when it's cold outside. Let's be real. I can be sexy with some hair on my legs right? I don't feel any less sexy and my husband is cool with it. I asked him on many occasions to the point where he told me to stop asking. He said as long as he can't braid it he is cool. LOL! Would I shave my legs if he didn't like it? Of course! I want to make him happy. It feels good to know that my hubby is happy with just me though. I am putting my business all the way out there but that's alright. I am cool with it because I have already impressed the man I want for the rest of my life and I don't need approval from anyone else but him. I just need to know if I am the only chic out here that allows my legs to be extra warm in the winter. Think about it. It's pretty practical and cost effective. You are giving yo...

Do I want to have another what?! Baby? Umm That would be a negative result on the NO test. Thank you. Don't get me wrong, I do love my babies and I love motherhood BUT shop is closed honey. My womb is thoroughly satisfied. I do not hear it calling out to me when a pregnant woman walks by and it is sure not tugging at me when my own child is screaming and hollering. Inquiring minds always want to know and with good intentions I am sure, however,  I will say for the rest of this year and forever...NO! Now if I look back at this post years later with a 3rd baby on the way, I will slap myself then and love my baby later. The goal is to not have anymore. I don't even wanna go half on one because the stakes are too high. Lol! I can't think of any other ways to convey my true desire not to have another baby. I am very happy with my 2 beautiful boys. They add so much joy to my life. I am also happy with getting my body back and not having to share it anymore. I would like to shed...

After watching a series of Iyanla Fix My Life episodes I felt compelled to write a post about who I am as a woman. Have I truly explored that question? Who is Aisha? I have all these parts that make up the whole but what is the whole? Let's break it down by the parts first. A part of me is: 1. A wife 2. A mom 3. A daughter 4. A sister These positions in life add to who I am. Now WHO AM I at my core? Here is what I am discovering: I am a woman who has a great deal of love and respect for Jehovah God. This is the biggest part of who I am. How I move in life, whether it be spiritually,  physically,  emotionally or mentally, is wrapped up in my relationship with Jehovah. I am a woman who cares about the well being of others and is moved to help where necessary. I do not like to be overbearing and I am very sensitive to others feelings. I am observant and intuitive. At times I can be proactive and at other times I can be reactive and I am okay with that. I am a woman that lo...

I did absolutely no adulting today. I woke up and my body said "No, no, honey NOT today." Apparently, I wasn't about that 'momlife' either because I didn't do anything with the kids. They pretty much entertained themselves. I mean, of course, I fed them and made them wash their faces and brush their teeth but Desi pretty much went on an electronic binge today. He shuffled from playing some Lego Marvel game on the Playstation to watching hours of Kids Youtube. He is literally still watching as I type this and he should seriously be in bed right now. I am just too tired to put the energy into making him get up to get ready for bed. I will get to that point in about 20 minutes though....I just want to milk this rebellious state of mind a little longer. And where is my baby Omari? Oh, he is just passed out on my lap. Lol! I didn't even have to tell him to go to sleep. He romped around and crashed a few cars and ate an extreme amount of snacks and pizza so he w...

My oldest son does not want to be called Desi anymore. He tells everyone that they can call him Dez. I mean who put the idea in his head that he could grow up?! I swear I was not prepared for him to shed the nickname I have been calling him ever since he was blocked off from this world and living safely inside of me. Yes I am being very dramatic and rightly so! My child...my baby. When did I blink? I thought that I was holding on to time (insert tears here)? I got so choked up when he mentioned to someone that they could call him Dez after he was introduced as Desi. I would have balled if people weren't standing right in front of me. I literally, in that moment, travelled forward into time and saw a grown man with a mustache looking at me calling me Ma...not mommy and going by the name Dez. I had to express myself to Desi. So I told him that everyone else can call him Dez but mommy is still going to call him Desi. He protested of course but I went on to explain why I want to keep...

So the other night I was thinking really hard about LapBand surgery again. Those thoughts led me to look at a few YouTube LapBand testimonials. I was almost convinced that this would be the route I go in the next two years but then there were a few videos that made me think harder about how I would adjust to having the LapBand. Everyone in those videos mentioned that they were only able to eat what was literally a pinch of food. Some others got really sick, and some shared experiences where someone they knew that had the surgery passed away. First, I reasoned that I definitely need something that will force me to stop eating in excess (I mean it is after 10pm. I had a full meal but I am munching on chips and popcorn for crying out loud). However, I do LOVE food and I can't imagine not being able to enjoy it the way I do now and I do not feel comfortable with risking my overall health or life. So, with that being said, imma put the idea of LapBand surgery on a strong hold. Inste...

I have been on this never-ending journey....this long trek toward losing weight. I feel like I am making strides at times but then other times I feel like I am tiring out. I joined Weight Watchers again 2 months ago and lost 7 lbs in a month. I was excited! But then I got bored with it. I lost momentum. I can't stand when that happens. No matter what weight loss program it is I am all in the first few weeks and then I lose interest. I feel like I sabotage myself. It is utterly frustrating. This chick loves food! I mean I think I have a problem...really. I think about it all the time! I get excited when It's around and I always want to be around it. If food were a man I would have to kick my husband to the curb and send some papers with him. Sorry honey! Lol! All jokes aside, I have contemplated having LapBand surgery. It seems like that would do the trick but I am a little nervous about it. I want to continue to see if I can get this weight off by myself. I am going to giv...

It has been over a year since I last posted. My goal was to continue to post so I could revisit my recorded experiences. Welp! I guess I will begin again. I have changed the name of my blog from "New to the Motherhood" to "Live, Laugh, Pray, Love Mommy" because I am no longer a new mommy. My oldest son is 6 years old now and my second is a year old. I would say that I have quite a bit of mothering experience under my belt. I feel like Live, Laugh, Pray, Love Mommy is all-encompassing. These are the reminders I want to keep for myself and what I want to instill in my children. A mother LIVES for her children, LAUGHS with them, PRAYS for them and with them. All of this can be likened to the body of a letter. They are the major parts of being a mom and life overall. The signature at the end of this letter would be "Love Mommy." Mommy's love ties all of the major parts together. Maybe it's cheesy but that's how I see it. Anyway, I have changed the ...