Amy walked out the automatic doors of the baggage claim area, wishing she could somehow wake up and all of it would have been a horrible nightmare, but as she heard the thunder outside and saw the dreadful weather she knew everything that had happened in the last three days was real. There was no more denying it. She clutched…
Recently I read an article about a new book coming out called "Slow Parenting". Slow parenting is about letting kids be and grow at their own pace. It's about not rushing their developmental milestones and forgetting the timeline printed in books. I discovered this on my own with my second child. He was a slow walker, talker, teether, potty trainer,…
That's what my mother predicted. Yup. The Queen Mother had it right. Of course, she spoke from experience. She said a second child would complicate things, not x2, but x4. The laws of physics and logic do not apply here. I thought she was exaggerating. You know mothers. We exaggerate to make a point... or maybe not. Confident and delusional,…
The baby birds have flown! Recently I posted about a mother bird who had nested in my flower box. In my last post, the baby birds were already full feathered, but still had not flown. I had mentioned how the mother had been cooing at them from the floor and that I thought she was trying to encourage flight. Well,…
I have a new roommate. She has no name; for I haven't named her, but she is a mother. From what I see, she is a single other, like me. But then again, I could be wrong. I haven't asked, and I don't think she will tell. You see, my new roommate is a puertorican tortola. (Tortola cardosantera, Zenaida aurita.) A…
Once upon a time, in a not so far away land, there lived a beautiful, smart and talented princess. She was a happy lady. Her sole responsibilities were taking care of herself, her home, and her children. In return for her efforts, the men in her life would provide for her everything she could ever need. Needless to say, this…
It was a bright and beautiful Thursday afternoon, but for some reason the Rosas children did not want to go outside to play. They were tackling their most recent artistic endeavour: paint. It was quiet; as usually happens during painting spells. The flow of colored ooze just brings peace into the house. That is of course, if you ignore the mess,…
Since most of you have no idea, let me start by explaining what are the "Oh! My God! 4." For those of you who are parents or will soon be, you've probably already heard of the "terrible 2's;" that age when kids learn the word "no" and begin to use it on a regular basis. (It actually starts at 18 months,…
Saturday morning. 8:45 am. I'm standing in front of the stove starting the dealings of breakfast. Alonzo, my 4 year-old human version of Curious George, walks in. "Mami, I want oatmeal," he declares. "Not today, sweety. I'm making farina." I brace myself for the torrent of whining that is about to unfold. "Nooooooo! I want oatmeal!" Of course, I cannot…
Sunday... the typical "family day". Quality time with the kids is the general rule. Last sunday was no exception. Plans for a late lunch at tepanyaki restaurant with the kids and... (cue suspenseful music) THE GRANDPARENTS! Wonderful people, no doubt, but outings with them means I have to bear the constant watchful eye of the Mother Queen (a.k.a. Grandma). Should…