Nacho Libre Meets Tinkerbell

Nacho Libre Meets Tinkerbell

Most days, Tigerlily is all about cars, trains, and stir frying at her play kitchen. Once in a while, she gravitates towards dress-up and puts on her fairy wings.  Sometimes she’ll wear a tutu with them and my heart just turns into silly putty.  Although I don’t push girly things on her, it is awfully cute seeing … Continue reading

Thoughts on Thoughts: Why I must write

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

Simple Joys: Playing with water beads

Simple Joys: Playing with water beads

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

Making a Family Bucket List

Making a Family Bucket List

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

You Are More Important Than Stickers

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

For Better or Worse

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