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You might think I am trying to sell you on a recipe or maybe a cocktail, which by the way nothing is more delicious than Passion Fruit mimosas. You might even find a few tips on how to eat the fruit among these lines. The truth is this, passion fruit is so misunderstood by many and that in itself serves as an example of how my mother in-law might view me.
Growing up in Puerto Rico we had a few rituals, one of them was Read More
I swear to God I am going to throw this baby off the balcony.
Okay, I’m not Michael Jackson. I love my child. The moment the nurse laid her on my chest, she looked into my eyes, and I fell in love. And then… she screamed. FOREVER.
They call it colic. No one warns you about colic. Why? No one knows what colic means. For me, it meant months of sleep deprivation. So I had to create a very detailed, extremely precise, yet ever-changing method to turn her off at three in the morning. Read More
The toys are trying to kill me. I’m pretty sure I’ve discovered the source of all the mysterious bruises that keep appearing on my legs. Also, I may have a broken toe.
I was sitting alone on my couch this evening, minding my own business, quietly typing away on a brilliant blog post for you. Only the living room lights were still on – the rest of the house was dark. I thought it would just be a quiet night to sit back, write, and enjoy a nice glass of the Pinot Noir Aunt Stephanie provided as a Read More
Daycare is an expensive, necessary evil for the working mom. When you pay an arm and a leg to have someone watch your kids while you are at work, it only makes sense that you would want to get the most out of it for yourself and your children. Regardless of the type of schedule you may have, or the needs of your child(ren), there is a program out there for you. Read More
When the “Wee Village Preschool” accepted my 3 yr old Henry, I thought that I had found my people. They had teachers with sunny faces and happy voices. It had a sort of hippy feeling to it. There were woodchips in the sandbox instead of sand. My husband and I liked that. I was thrilled to become a disciple. Read More
