Category Archives: Reflections

Two Little Monkeys

Jumping on the bed!



Have you made goals for the new year? How are you doing? One of my goals for this year is to encourage or prompt play for my children. I have been in a “mothering rut” for a while. I think it started while I was pregnant, tired and unable to move “properly” and when Granola was born, well, that just increased it even more… letting the big girls watch too many movies so I can have time to nurse the baby.

Mommy guilt set in. So I have made it my resolution to get back to that state of mind that children need play to learn about life. To encourage play and let loose a little more. I have been doing great so far, and notice a difference in the girls’ attitudes and also in mine! Positivity does wonders!



Another goal for the new year is to more clearly define the purpose of this blog. I have been wrestling with the idea of not writing as much as I used to, mostly for lack of time. I do, however enjoy writing, so I decided that when I feel motivated to write something, I will. I don’t want blogging to feel like a chore, I want it to always be as enjoyable and a creativity outlet as I set it out to be since the beginning.

So now, you will never know if you’ll have just pictures or something interesting (I hope) to read! Keepin’ it fresh.



Her Baba

It has been a gradual process, but The Pumpkin has been self-weaning for the last few weeks. I think it began with my milk going away at the beginning of my second trimester, gearing up to make colostrum. Prior to that we had a battle going on, I honestly didn’t want to continue breastfeeding her, she went through a period where she would nurse a lot night (only once or twice throughout the day) and it scared me, thinking it would go on when I got bigger and more uncomfortable in bed, but I knew it best to let her work it out on her own timing. It magically started happening on its own. She started asking for babas (bottles), she gets them before her nap at Nana’s house when I work. As she started letting go of nursing, she became more attached to her coconut milk babas.

It’s a bittersweet time, she will be two years old in two months, and she is losing her baby-ness more and more everyday. I wanted to capture this special milestone in both of our lives together with her beloved baba. I’m tearing up just thinking about our special bond we had for almost two years, she still asks for it at night for comfort, but quickly switches to her baba.

I will miss her wandering hand as she nursed, tugging at my hair, squeezing my nose. I will miss those big, piercing eyes staring at me. I will miss her crazy, moving legs that I would try to get still without success.

For a tiny moment, I try to get time to stay still…

Sick Day

Almost two weeks ago The Pumpkin had a sick-day. Actually, it was more of a sick week. She was coughing and wheezing and just plain miserable. And one of her worst days was on one of my two workdays. Needless to say I was one sad Mama that day. It’s hard enough having a sick child, want to comfort them in any way possible, but it’s even harder not being able to be there for them. She was in good hands, Nana’s, but it’s just not the same.

She has recovered well is back to her crazy, silly ways. Even if I wasn’t there on her worst day.

On my heart tonight…

I like fairness and justice and when I hear of an injustice, my heart grieves a lit bit and I feel a pang on my chest. There are many injustices in the world, and knowing I could never possibly fix them all, I still wish I could. Especially the ones so very close to home. I will not go into details, but I believe in the institution, the Holy covenant between a man, a woman and God. Marriage. I am tired of the disposable mentality society has put on marriage. If it doesn’t work for you then just end it. After all, you deserve to be happy.  Right? Pathetic. That is cowardliness in my book. Marriage is hard, it takes work, and I will be bold and say it: it needs to have God in the equation.

As I rest my head on my pillow tonight, grieving, with a heavy heart, all I can do is hold on tight to the truths of God and pray for peace.

For this reason a man shall leave his father and his mother, and be joined to his wife; and they shall become one flesh. Genesis 2:24

What does the bible say about marriage?
What does it mean to leave and cleave?
How do you balance leave and cleave with honoring your parents?


We are so fortunate to have some beautifully mild winters as well as having colder, snowy-land just a short drive away. I see it as the perfect location, but then comes summer, with its scorching, can’t-go-outside-without-shoes-weather.


Summer is the hibernation season for us it seems. Long gone are the mild spring days where we would enjoy walks to the park, maybe take a nap under the shade of a mesquite tree.



Or maybe even blow bubbles, lots of bubbles.



Now, when the sun finally goes down, in a stunning orange and purple sunset in the west, every drop of energy has drained out of my body, exhaustion is present and long for a cozy, cool bed.



There are occasional summer activities that we partake in, like swimming, but I can’t help reminisce about sweet, juicy oranges on a quilt at our favorite spot in the park.



Or other kinds of snacks 😉



As I sit here and ponder on a season past, I am reminded of Ecclesiastes 3:15

To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.



So when I am bogged down by the weather, or other storms in life, I remind myself that it’s just a season and this, too shall pass and that they shouldn’t be barriers to doing God’s work.

I’m baaack!

We finally got home last night, it feels great to be home. The Bundle is very excited, too, all trip-long she would mention how she wanted to go back to her “orange bed” (our sheets are orange).

I leave you with a treat for being good sports. Palo Verdes in bloom:


We had a full, busy and awesome weekend. We celebrated The Man’s birthday. Three times. I will might post about it all, if I have teh time, sometime! I gained 5 pounds, which normally, it wouldn’t matter, but I’m pretty excited, my friends, because one day, I might just tell you about the time I thought I had leukemia, or some other terminal disease. Yes, I don’t just suffer from negativity, according to The Man, I have some hypochondriac-tic tendencies.

Yes, more chalk. The Bundle got tons and tons of it for her birthday. We are loving it.

I have so many beautiful ideas and things I want to share with you, but time, and just life in general seem to get in the way. I’ve been wanting to do a giveaway, for like, ever. Then I had the perfect timing, the first anniversary of this blog, but my indecisiveness didn’t let me choose what I wanted to give away, in fact, I’m still trying to figure that out.

So that is it, just a few random thoughts in my head for tonight. I’m off to cuddle with my husband.

Happy Birthday, my Music Man.