September 22, 2013, was a pretty special day.
For those of you unacquainted with that particular day over two years ago, it was the day Isabel was born. It was the day Mama and I officially became Mama and Papa, and the day that our lives changed forever. And while we both have a ton to thank Isabel for, with Father’s Day around the corner, I am going take the mic for a bit.
It’s a well known fact that we Californians are suffering terribly because of the drought. My grass is turning brown and I live in constant fear that the water patrol will fine me for my errant sprinklers. The “record-shattering” El Niño that was hyped by nearly every weather expert also wasn’t nearly as “record-shattering” to us in SoCal as it was to our friends up north, nonetheless, it did keep my grass looking sharp this winter (and kept a few more dollars in my bank account). But, if the powers-that-be really really want to conserve water, they’d do one thing – figure out a way to explain to toddlers the perils of wasting water.
In my 2.5 years of parenting I’ve acquired many new physical and mental skills. I can cook dinner one-handed, survive Costco with a toddler, cruise the carpool lane at all times (yes, this is a skill), conduct conference calls holding a kid, concentrate amidst body-cringing screams, and sleep nearly anywhere.
Leaving the house with a toddler is always an adventure. Sometimes we get the angelic toddler who willingly sits in the shopping cart or stroller for the duration of the trip eating gummies and raisins; other times we get the whiny, finicky, “I want to be carried” toddler, who can’t be pleased (in her defense, this is rare). I swear if there was a way to go shopping that removed this variable entirely, it would make life much easier. Read more
Even though this entire blog began because you were born, I have never written directly to you. I’ve written plenty of things about you, and about what you mean to me and your mama, and about our journey through parenthood—but never to you.
You are shaping up to be a pretty cool girl, but who you are today is as much a byproduct of the experiences and people that came before you. This post is about those things.
Do you ever get jealous of Diego? I just saw him, and got a little jealous.
Rest is something adults don’t get nearly enough of, and I’m not even talking about parents. There are plenty of folks who work long hours, multiple jobs, take care of others, and barely have enough time to eat, poop, and sleep themselves.
I remember waiting in anticipation as Isabel began showing signs of movement. I mean, who knew how exciting seeing your kid roll from back-to-front would be? Then came the sitting-on-all-fours-rocking-back-and-forth that would eventually become crawling. And then we waited. And waited. And waited. Her first birthday came and went, and no walking. Little did we know, walking is one of the biggest tricks in the toddler rule book.