I want my kids to learn how to clean. It’s a basic life skill. I also want them to know that I expect them to be helping members of this family. Because we are a team. Because loving each other is demonstrated in both word and deed. And because I don’t plan on cleaning up after … Continue reading
I love writing. I wish I had more time to do it. There is a constant dialogue that’s going on in my brain. It’s like a hum of words and thoughts, sometimes related to what I’m doing at the moment, but often not. Mental white noise. I’ve tried to explain this to Smartypants, and he … Continue reading
Today was lovely. We are spoiled in San Diego. The sun beckoned us outside and embraced us until we were almost giddy. Tigerlily quickly freed herself from cumbersome things like clothes and shoes. Momo ran for the backyard. Sunscreen slathered on in haste. Cool crisp slices of asian pear piled onto a plate. We were … Continue reading
Parenthood. It has changed everything. Snot on my sweater goes unnoticed. Hobbies gather dust in the closet. Kissing away the boo-boos and wiping away tears become daily ritual. Screams, laughter, tantrums, and toys crashing to the floor become the household white noise. All my Facebook status updates are about my kids. Some people manage to continue their … Continue reading
Momo is kind of like an octopus. He has just two arms, but I promise it somehow multiplies into eight. Eight very curious little tentacles that blindly grab at any object he spies from the corner of his eyes. I don’t so much mind dealing with eight curious tentacles. But since he’s big brother, Tigerlily … Continue reading
My memory is weak. It’s why I feel compelled to write as much as I do. I want to remember it all. The emotions. The doubts. The triumphs. I want to capture all those fleeting moments and stuff them into a neat little descriptive paragraph. I keep hoping that this would keep the memories as fresh today … Continue reading
Valentine’s Day is not a big deal in our family. I don’t expect anything special from Smartypants. A simple and sincere “I love you” suffices to warm my heart, but this should be every day anyways. When it comes to celebrations of love, consistency and integrity speaks more to me than anything that can be bought or packaged. … Continue reading
Toddlers are a fascinating bunch. They have incredibly strong opinions. Their hearts are like volcanoes that erupt with fiery emotion at any given time. They fixate on random details or ideas. They stick by their no even when they intend to mean yes. And despite all these manifestations of growing independence, they still desperately crave the safety of a warm hug … Continue reading
Sunshine hot on rosy cheeks. Giggles and laughter. Little kids following big kids. Up the hill. Down the hill. Between the bushes. Amongst them stands my son. He seemed so awfully big this morning when he climbed into bed and plopped himself onto my back for a morning snuggle. Now he looks so small next … Continue reading
Momo is only 3 years old. I am thirty….something. You would think I’d be the more mature one. But instead, I have begun to glare at him. When I have lost my patience. When we are at an impasse. When he is being a normal 3 year old boy who just doesn’t get my thirty-something year … Continue reading
One Family Table 