Who is the fairest of them all?
My princess plays and runs, climbs and scrapes her knee... ...and to me, that's the way it oughta be!
Running towards her prince Charming, who bought her potato chips.
Sunday, February 01, 2009
Mirror, mirror on the wall...
Who is the fairest of them all?
My princess plays and runs, climbs and scrapes her knee... ...and to me, that's the way it oughta be!
Running towards her prince Charming, who bought her potato chips.
Once Upon a Time...
Here is the story: Saturday we were going to Lala's house, all ready dressed in jeans, teal colored crocs and bows. I say "let's get you a teal colored t-shirt". She sees the Snow White dress and begs me to put it on. "No sweetie, maybe some other day". She gives me the look. I say: "I don't even think it fits you yet. But- let's find out". The second I saw her in it I almost cried. She was stunning. I was in awe, I was in love, I NEVER WANTED TO TAKE IT OFF! So we went to the park to let her run and play and twirl in this beautiful dress, 'cause life is too short not to let her be a princess. These are the pictures from that day (Some of them, anyway!). I know it's the motherly thing to say, but I'm her mother, so I'll just say it anyway: ISN'T SHE JUST BREATHTAKINGLY BEAUTIFUL? Thank you, Lord; for giving her to US! You chose US!!!!!!
With OUR Prince Charming...
SoMe CaNdIdS...
Showing off some of her Christmas presents! Yikes! She already reaches the pedals!!!
She just LOOOOVES that ballerina tutu...
Jumping is another favorite activity...
Posing in her raincoat with her very first lunchbox. Hello Kitty RULES!
Playing "house". Now if we could only get her to come outta there every now and then...
Bento style lunches / yogourt incident!
Now That I have to pack her a lunch every day, I've had a lot of fun packing it "Bento style". This day she had a flower shaped quesadilla, flower shaped raw veggies and fruit. She also loves mini toast with babybel cheese, cherry tomatoes and of course, fish crackers!
Photo below: Ok, so I know it's hard to believe but this happened in a SPLIT SECOND! The Jenn in me wanted to run to get a moist towelette -right after I ran to get the camera-
AnD EvEn MoRe CaNdId PiCs
Looking smitten at aunt Carolina's new house...
Feeding bunny...
Goofing around with mommy...
Feeding bunny...
Goofing around with mommy...
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
FrEe at LaSt!
I just had to write something regarding today: The 44 president of the United States, Mr. Barack H. Obama gave his inuguration speech before thousands. Am I an american? No. I am mexican, but like many other "minorities" and republicans who voted for him I cannot help but have this enormous pride.
We've sure come a long way -as people- Like he said, years ago he wouldn't have been served in a restaurant and now he's leading a country; with thousands -millions- smiling in unison, with the sense of peace, the look of "finally!"; the soothness of the culmination of the work of Abe Lincoln, JFK, Martin Luther King, Rosa Parks and so many others who fought for the right to be treated and respected like any other human.
I pray for him and his family. And I sure support him like I did waaay from the start. Not only because I'm a christian, not only because I'm a democrat, not only because I believe in treating everyone the same, but because I believe in a better world for my daughter, and this is a major step towards achieving that goal.
Now for those who are already hoping for him to fail, looking for an excuse to point fingers; I say the same thing that I said when our president Felipe Calderón took his oath: You can't expect miracles instantly. You can't change a pattern of ignorance, stupidity and incompetence with a wave of a hand. He's only human, and has a big job to do. But he will succeed, and his success is our own.
To the people who doubt, to those who are skeptical, to those who are still living in 1930, astonished that a "colored man" rose that high; I say free yourselves from these ideas. This is the age of touch-screen, blogging, avatars and lasik eye surgery. You cannot move foward and have a 1930's mentality. You might as well wear a t-shirt that reads "ignorant fool". It is only then that we can believe -and live- "Free at last, free at last, thank God allmighty; we are free at last".
Can we do it? Oh, "yes we can"!
This blog is dedicated to all those who fight for what they believe in, for those who take a stand when needed, for those who are colorblind, the way God intended us to be when He said: love one another. To those who believe in a better place for our children and our children's children. You don't have to be an American to realize the importance of what happened yesterday. And if you're concerned with the economy, the job cuts, the crisis; {and you shouldn't, if you read my last blog} remember, when you reach the bottom there's no where to go but up.
We've sure come a long way -as people- Like he said, years ago he wouldn't have been served in a restaurant and now he's leading a country; with thousands -millions- smiling in unison, with the sense of peace, the look of "finally!"; the soothness of the culmination of the work of Abe Lincoln, JFK, Martin Luther King, Rosa Parks and so many others who fought for the right to be treated and respected like any other human.
I pray for him and his family. And I sure support him like I did waaay from the start. Not only because I'm a christian, not only because I'm a democrat, not only because I believe in treating everyone the same, but because I believe in a better world for my daughter, and this is a major step towards achieving that goal.
Now for those who are already hoping for him to fail, looking for an excuse to point fingers; I say the same thing that I said when our president Felipe Calderón took his oath: You can't expect miracles instantly. You can't change a pattern of ignorance, stupidity and incompetence with a wave of a hand. He's only human, and has a big job to do. But he will succeed, and his success is our own.
To the people who doubt, to those who are skeptical, to those who are still living in 1930, astonished that a "colored man" rose that high; I say free yourselves from these ideas. This is the age of touch-screen, blogging, avatars and lasik eye surgery. You cannot move foward and have a 1930's mentality. You might as well wear a t-shirt that reads "ignorant fool". It is only then that we can believe -and live- "Free at last, free at last, thank God allmighty; we are free at last".
Can we do it? Oh, "yes we can"!
This blog is dedicated to all those who fight for what they believe in, for those who take a stand when needed, for those who are colorblind, the way God intended us to be when He said: love one another. To those who believe in a better place for our children and our children's children. You don't have to be an American to realize the importance of what happened yesterday. And if you're concerned with the economy, the job cuts, the crisis; {and you shouldn't, if you read my last blog} remember, when you reach the bottom there's no where to go but up.
Thursday, January 01, 2009
2009 Is ThE YeAr wE LeT gO
Welcome to the year 2009. Last night after attending church I was lost in the thought of pastor Gary's sermon. He preached about some mistakes people often make, and they could be summed up in two basic statements: we a)plan first and pray second, and b) we plan too far ahead, selfishly assuming, boasting even; that we'll still be around. If we are totally honest with ourselves we have to plead guilty to both.
Yes, there's nothing wrong with planning, hey: I'm a control freak in recovery, remember? But it is true that most of our plans involve what our heart desires, not Gods'. We don't say "Lord, do you want me to take this road?", but "Lord I really, really want this; so can I have it, please, please, pretty please?"
Another thing he touched on was the ever popular and ever dreadful procrastination. I'm talking about you, who said "I'll start a diet... ...after the holidays". "I'll go to church... ...some day". "I'll exercise and become more fit... ...soon".
The truth is, we don't know for a fact how many days we have; so why not stop beating around the bush and do it? Like I said, I confess of being guilty of some of these, which is why I was signing the sermon for the deaf and wondering why pastor was speaking right next to me like he was on to something. Which prompted me to blog about it because once it is in writing, you are commited to doing something about it.
It's not losing weight, it's not just going to church and leaving the same way you enetered, it's not just stopping smoking/drinking/swearing/ spending/gambling/overeating, it's not just getting that diploma, it's not struggling with the same issue that's hounded you for years. It's letting go and letting God, already. He's in charge.
People who worry and fret and panic over the crisis are people who do not trust God completely. If you knew your time was up, would you spend your final hours worrying?
New beginings. You still have some hours left. If you fail for a day, do it again. Don't look for excuses to quit. You can try to fool others, and you may succeed, you may even fool yourself at times but at the end of the day, when you're inside the covers and the light goes out, you know EXACTLY what I'm talking about.
Today is the first day of this year. If not now, when?
This blog is dedicated to you. I love you, believe in you and believe you play a BIG part in the world my baby will enherit. Now make yourself proud.
Bienvenidos al año 2009. Ayer saliendo de la iglesia me quedè meditando en la predicaciòn del pastor Gary. Hablò de errores comunes que cometemos y hubo dos cosas que resonaron en mi mente: a) Solemos planear primero y orar despuès, y b) Planeamos con demasiada anticipaciòn, asumiendo, casi jactàndonos de que aùn estaremos por aquì. Si somos totalmente honestos debemos admitir que somos culpables de ambas.
No tiene nada de malo planear (recuerdas que yo soy una "controladora en recuperaciòn"?); pero es cierto que nuestros planes son sobre lo que quiere nuestro corazòn, no el de Dios. No oramos: "Dios, quieres que tome este camino?", sino: "Dios, realmente quiero esto, asì que podrìas concedèrmelo, sì, sì, porfis...?"
Otra cosa que me viene a la mente es el dejar todo para "màs tarde". Hablo de tì, que "ibas a empezar una dieta... ...en cuanto terminen las fiestas", "ibas a ir a la iglesia... ...algùn dìa", "ibas a ejercitarte y ponerte en mejor forma... ...pronto".
`Cuando la realidad es que no sabemos cuànto tiempo nos queda, asì que por què no hacer algo al respecto YA?
Como dije, yo soy culpable de esto tambièn, por lo que interpretaba este sermòn en señas a los sordos y al mismo tiempo me preguntaba "estarà hablàndome a mì?", por lo que me sentì motivada a escribirlo en mi blog, para que tù tambièn te inspires y hagas algo; (y porque una vez que està por escrito te estàs comprometiendo y no hay vuelta de hoja).
No es sòlo perder peso, no es sòlo ir al templo y salir exactamente igual de como entraste, no es sòlo dejar de fumar/beber/decir groserìas/ gastar/ apostar, no es sòlo sacar tu tìtulo, no es enfrentar eso que te ha perseguido por años. Es admitir que tù no tienes el control, es Dios quien lo tiene.
La gente que vive en la preocupaciòn y mortificada por la crisis es la gente que no tiene a Dios en su corazòn, ni fè. Si supieras que te queda poco tiempo, usarìas ese tiempo para preocuparte?
Un nuevo año, un nuevo comienzo. Aùn tienes unas horas. Si fallas vuelve a intentarlo. No busques pretextos para dejarlo. Puedes engañar a otros, puedes engañarte a tì, pero la realidad es que al final del dìa, ya dentro de las cobijas; cuando se apaga la luz, sabes de lo que estoy hablando. Hoy es el primer dìa de este año. Si no ahora, cuando?
Este blog està dedicado a tì. Te quiero, creo en tì y creo tambièn que juegas un GRAN papel en el mundo que mi hija heredarà algùn dìa. Ahora haz algo que te haga sentir orgulloso.
Yes, there's nothing wrong with planning, hey: I'm a control freak in recovery, remember? But it is true that most of our plans involve what our heart desires, not Gods'. We don't say "Lord, do you want me to take this road?", but "Lord I really, really want this; so can I have it, please, please, pretty please?"
Another thing he touched on was the ever popular and ever dreadful procrastination. I'm talking about you, who said "I'll start a diet... ...after the holidays". "I'll go to church... ...some day". "I'll exercise and become more fit... ...soon".
The truth is, we don't know for a fact how many days we have; so why not stop beating around the bush and do it? Like I said, I confess of being guilty of some of these, which is why I was signing the sermon for the deaf and wondering why pastor was speaking right next to me like he was on to something. Which prompted me to blog about it because once it is in writing, you are commited to doing something about it.
It's not losing weight, it's not just going to church and leaving the same way you enetered, it's not just stopping smoking/drinking/swearing/ spending/gambling/overeating, it's not just getting that diploma, it's not struggling with the same issue that's hounded you for years. It's letting go and letting God, already. He's in charge.
People who worry and fret and panic over the crisis are people who do not trust God completely. If you knew your time was up, would you spend your final hours worrying?
New beginings. You still have some hours left. If you fail for a day, do it again. Don't look for excuses to quit. You can try to fool others, and you may succeed, you may even fool yourself at times but at the end of the day, when you're inside the covers and the light goes out, you know EXACTLY what I'm talking about.
Today is the first day of this year. If not now, when?
This blog is dedicated to you. I love you, believe in you and believe you play a BIG part in the world my baby will enherit. Now make yourself proud.
Bienvenidos al año 2009. Ayer saliendo de la iglesia me quedè meditando en la predicaciòn del pastor Gary. Hablò de errores comunes que cometemos y hubo dos cosas que resonaron en mi mente: a) Solemos planear primero y orar despuès, y b) Planeamos con demasiada anticipaciòn, asumiendo, casi jactàndonos de que aùn estaremos por aquì. Si somos totalmente honestos debemos admitir que somos culpables de ambas.
No tiene nada de malo planear (recuerdas que yo soy una "controladora en recuperaciòn"?); pero es cierto que nuestros planes son sobre lo que quiere nuestro corazòn, no el de Dios. No oramos: "Dios, quieres que tome este camino?", sino: "Dios, realmente quiero esto, asì que podrìas concedèrmelo, sì, sì, porfis...?"
Otra cosa que me viene a la mente es el dejar todo para "màs tarde". Hablo de tì, que "ibas a empezar una dieta... ...en cuanto terminen las fiestas", "ibas a ir a la iglesia... ...algùn dìa", "ibas a ejercitarte y ponerte en mejor forma... ...pronto".
`Cuando la realidad es que no sabemos cuànto tiempo nos queda, asì que por què no hacer algo al respecto YA?
Como dije, yo soy culpable de esto tambièn, por lo que interpretaba este sermòn en señas a los sordos y al mismo tiempo me preguntaba "estarà hablàndome a mì?", por lo que me sentì motivada a escribirlo en mi blog, para que tù tambièn te inspires y hagas algo; (y porque una vez que està por escrito te estàs comprometiendo y no hay vuelta de hoja).
No es sòlo perder peso, no es sòlo ir al templo y salir exactamente igual de como entraste, no es sòlo dejar de fumar/beber/decir groserìas/ gastar/ apostar, no es sòlo sacar tu tìtulo, no es enfrentar eso que te ha perseguido por años. Es admitir que tù no tienes el control, es Dios quien lo tiene.
La gente que vive en la preocupaciòn y mortificada por la crisis es la gente que no tiene a Dios en su corazòn, ni fè. Si supieras que te queda poco tiempo, usarìas ese tiempo para preocuparte?
Un nuevo año, un nuevo comienzo. Aùn tienes unas horas. Si fallas vuelve a intentarlo. No busques pretextos para dejarlo. Puedes engañar a otros, puedes engañarte a tì, pero la realidad es que al final del dìa, ya dentro de las cobijas; cuando se apaga la luz, sabes de lo que estoy hablando. Hoy es el primer dìa de este año. Si no ahora, cuando?
Este blog està dedicado a tì. Te quiero, creo en tì y creo tambièn que juegas un GRAN papel en el mundo que mi hija heredarà algùn dìa. Ahora haz algo que te haga sentir orgulloso.
Monday, December 08, 2008
MeRrY CHRISTmas to all!
I'll be short with my words for a change because I'd rather you look at the pictures below. Just my usual three reminders: 1)Do something nice for your house. Even if you'll be out of town, you'll be happy to come back to a nice home. Put cranberries in a vase, a pinecone here and there. It's cheap and totally worth it.
2) We love you, pray for you and give thanks to God every day for knowing you and having you a part of our lives. You being a part of our lives is a blessing we do not take for granted. If you haven't told your friends you love them, do so. You'll be glad you did.
3)Please don't sign "happy holidays" on your cards this season. Let's put the CHRIST back in CHRISTMAS.
Now to some pics of our house decor {I'll post more soon} and a few of our number one blessing: Gala Noel Even though her birthday is in March, her name is synonym for "Christmas event". We miss you Nonna, I named my daughter thinking of you!
This blog is dedicated to the people who put lights all around their house. With the electricity bill as it is and the weather so cold you guys are my inspiration. To all the babies who just arrived unto the world before we say goodbye to 2008, and to all of you who BELIEVE. {Thank you honey, for uploading all my pics. Je t'adore}
Blessings and cheer, Miguel, Jenn, Gala Noel, Mr. Michou, Juliette & Madison. *<) : )
2) We love you, pray for you and give thanks to God every day for knowing you and having you a part of our lives. You being a part of our lives is a blessing we do not take for granted. If you haven't told your friends you love them, do so. You'll be glad you did.
3)Please don't sign "happy holidays" on your cards this season. Let's put the CHRIST back in CHRISTMAS.
Now to some pics of our house decor {I'll post more soon} and a few of our number one blessing: Gala Noel Even though her birthday is in March, her name is synonym for "Christmas event". We miss you Nonna, I named my daughter thinking of you!
This blog is dedicated to the people who put lights all around their house. With the electricity bill as it is and the weather so cold you guys are my inspiration. To all the babies who just arrived unto the world before we say goodbye to 2008, and to all of you who BELIEVE. {Thank you honey, for uploading all my pics. Je t'adore}
Blessings and cheer, Miguel, Jenn, Gala Noel, Mr. Michou, Juliette & Madison. *<) : )
The PiCtUrEs
I know, I know. Not very "Christmassy" but it looks better than the picture shows. Here's the thing: Christmas trees are very expensive, and the tree hugger in me still refuses to buy a natural one. Plus, with a toddler and 3 cats, well; not a good idea. So we donated our artificial Christmas tree to grandma (looks fabulous as always) and decided to decorate our CD tower cactus in chili-pepper lights this year. I know in years to come we might either still find it cool or regret it when it makes us look like rednecks, but hey: it's bright and that's all my baby wants.
Ok, that's the cactus with the lights on. See? it's not as bad as u think. The pine swag is festive enough to be noticed, and high enough to not be tugged at by anyone. Upon uploading this pic I noticed Mr. Michou is there behind the couch. I'll post the pic of my kitties' stockings soon. They're shaped like little paws. Awww!
It's so hard to look at this pic because a) she was eating pizza and rightdown refused to have her mouth wiped clean, and b) it's evidence that my little baby is gone (as if I didn't know that). She's a little girl now. Sometimes naughty, mostly nice, 100% genuine.
Now I KNOW all mothers say this, but isn't she a beauty!!! Down to her funky boots, she is the girliest Santa I've seen. She's at Lala's, of course, as you can tell by the dainty flowery decoration. Now THAT'S why I wanted a girl.
You are so beautiful... to me, you are so beautiful to me, can't you see? You're everything I hoped for, You're EVERYTHING to me, you are so beautiful to me.
MeRrY ChRiStMaS EvErYoNe!!! : )
Thursday, October 16, 2008
In MeMoRiAm, {Roger Piza 1970-2008}
Two days ago our friend Roger passed away unexpectedly. He was on a plane on the way back from the Philippines when his heart stopped. The news was spread and recieved with great shock and disbelief.
The thing is, Roger wasn't overweight, nor a drinker; he stopped smoking some time ago when his best friend died of a stroke. Roger was the "friend who's always there", or at least we seemed to think so.
The most loyal 1980's fan, he would only take jobs where he was allowed to wear jeans and sneakers, which we would tease him for. A hopeless romantic, a board game enthusiast, a dog person, a die hard fan of Meatloaf, Survivor, Billy Joel, Starship & Kiss. He was not ashamed to miss a friend's wedding for a concert and claimed "Name any song you like -any- and chances are it was written by Jim Steinman". I remember I named like 3; of course they were. He could debate you for days and was very firm in his convictions. At times it seemed he was the glue that held the group together and others the target of the practical jokes (I mean, he fancied Sandra Bullock, too!).
My husband and his friends knew him from years ago, almost a childhood friend; and yesterday they once more retold those "Roger stories" from what seems ages ago. At some point there was an empty chair and we all swore he was there. We just can't fathom the idea of him gone, just like that.
Roger was the first of Miguel's friends I met, before we even started dating; back in 1995. He was always the first to get hold of everyone when something had to be said or planned, he caught the garter at my wedding (Which we all found hillarious because it was him & Brenda who gave it to me for my "something blue"!), he always hosted the Superbowl (he had two different cable services to catch every single game) and would keep statistics of every single domino round the "tribe" played.
When our baby Gala was born, Miguel had gone out to grab a bite with my brother when Roger stopped by to visit. The hospital's pediatrician came by to introduce himself and congratulated the proud "father". We both laughed and he said "the Father" is out having dinner, I'm a family friend. The doctor kept going on and on telling us all about baby care and then gave Roger a hug and said "again, congratulations "Dad". We just laughed and laughed.
And so it goes, our friend is no longer here. There are not enough words or actions, just this absolute emptyness, this loss, this dark tunnel where the only light is the tiny glimpse of hope that we'll wake up and realize it was a bad dream, that our "family" is once again, complete.
{This post is for you: Loyal friend, son, brother, father, partner. You are now reunited with your best friend. Until we meet again, we miss you already}
{In the hope of eternal life, which God; who cannot lie, promised long ages ago... Tit 1:2}
The thing is, Roger wasn't overweight, nor a drinker; he stopped smoking some time ago when his best friend died of a stroke. Roger was the "friend who's always there", or at least we seemed to think so.
The most loyal 1980's fan, he would only take jobs where he was allowed to wear jeans and sneakers, which we would tease him for. A hopeless romantic, a board game enthusiast, a dog person, a die hard fan of Meatloaf, Survivor, Billy Joel, Starship & Kiss. He was not ashamed to miss a friend's wedding for a concert and claimed "Name any song you like -any- and chances are it was written by Jim Steinman". I remember I named like 3; of course they were. He could debate you for days and was very firm in his convictions. At times it seemed he was the glue that held the group together and others the target of the practical jokes (I mean, he fancied Sandra Bullock, too!).
My husband and his friends knew him from years ago, almost a childhood friend; and yesterday they once more retold those "Roger stories" from what seems ages ago. At some point there was an empty chair and we all swore he was there. We just can't fathom the idea of him gone, just like that.
Roger was the first of Miguel's friends I met, before we even started dating; back in 1995. He was always the first to get hold of everyone when something had to be said or planned, he caught the garter at my wedding (Which we all found hillarious because it was him & Brenda who gave it to me for my "something blue"!), he always hosted the Superbowl (he had two different cable services to catch every single game) and would keep statistics of every single domino round the "tribe" played.
When our baby Gala was born, Miguel had gone out to grab a bite with my brother when Roger stopped by to visit. The hospital's pediatrician came by to introduce himself and congratulated the proud "father". We both laughed and he said "the Father" is out having dinner, I'm a family friend. The doctor kept going on and on telling us all about baby care and then gave Roger a hug and said "again, congratulations "Dad". We just laughed and laughed.
And so it goes, our friend is no longer here. There are not enough words or actions, just this absolute emptyness, this loss, this dark tunnel where the only light is the tiny glimpse of hope that we'll wake up and realize it was a bad dream, that our "family" is once again, complete.
{This post is for you: Loyal friend, son, brother, father, partner. You are now reunited with your best friend. Until we meet again, we miss you already}
{In the hope of eternal life, which God; who cannot lie, promised long ages ago... Tit 1:2}
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
{ We LoVe YoU DaD }
Proud for Dad who got a recognition for his 5 years at UNID University. {Gala kept calling him during the ceremony to show him her Elmo balloon!}
Right before the ceremony...
Friday, October 10, 2008
HaPpY 36 BiRtHdAy To Me!
I am 36 today!!! I'm so excited I wore a 36 on my shirt. Not that there's anything special about the number, I just love the way this year went so it can only get better, I think. 36 is a great age to be when you don't look 36. No hang ups, just blessings.
Gala is as beautiful as ever, and a little chatterbox; so she finds little ways to amuse us every day. (When you ask her "what do italians say?" she yells: "mamma mia!").
At the risk of falling into a cliche, I'll post the main reasons it's great to be 36:
1.- I have a beautiful family of people and kitties who love me and put up with me and don't hold things against me.
2.- I have a church of which I am a link of, where I am used to help others, and where my daughter will grow up in, physically AND spiritually.
3.- I do what I love. I read to kids in the morning and noon, eat with my hubby in the afternoon, play with ma baby in the evening, kiss her good night, and then craft, craft, CRAFT! Life is sweet.
4.- My age is much bigger than my dress size, and that's always a good thing! ha ha ha
5.- I'm too old now for bikinis and miniskirts and that is a good thing because I wasn't planning on wearing any! ha ha ha
No Sanborns today, went yesterday. Yes, I had the exact same thing I had with my Nonna every year on 10/10. Today we're going somewhere where there's a slide!
I'm not big on gifts (I'm much more a giver than a reciever), but I'm amazed how well-thought this year's turned out: shoes & a gorgeous indian scarf, a silver charm. Classical music, chocolate, yummy smelling body lotion, a photo album, handmade candied pecans in a beautiful croc, and not only a great looking novel but TWO! "The Shadow of the Wind" both in english and spanish so Miguel and I will read it simultaneously. And then
there's a bonus: sizzix die cutters and a funky, colorful necklace from ma sweetie, who woke me up today by singing to me. Ti amo, Amore.
Like I said: Life is sweet.
Gala is as beautiful as ever, and a little chatterbox; so she finds little ways to amuse us every day. (When you ask her "what do italians say?" she yells: "mamma mia!").
At the risk of falling into a cliche, I'll post the main reasons it's great to be 36:
1.- I have a beautiful family of people and kitties who love me and put up with me and don't hold things against me.
2.- I have a church of which I am a link of, where I am used to help others, and where my daughter will grow up in, physically AND spiritually.
3.- I do what I love. I read to kids in the morning and noon, eat with my hubby in the afternoon, play with ma baby in the evening, kiss her good night, and then craft, craft, CRAFT! Life is sweet.
4.- My age is much bigger than my dress size, and that's always a good thing! ha ha ha
5.- I'm too old now for bikinis and miniskirts and that is a good thing because I wasn't planning on wearing any! ha ha ha
No Sanborns today, went yesterday. Yes, I had the exact same thing I had with my Nonna every year on 10/10. Today we're going somewhere where there's a slide!
I'm not big on gifts (I'm much more a giver than a reciever), but I'm amazed how well-thought this year's turned out: shoes & a gorgeous indian scarf, a silver charm. Classical music, chocolate, yummy smelling body lotion, a photo album, handmade candied pecans in a beautiful croc, and not only a great looking novel but TWO! "The Shadow of the Wind" both in english and spanish so Miguel and I will read it simultaneously. And then
there's a bonus: sizzix die cutters and a funky, colorful necklace from ma sweetie, who woke me up today by singing to me. Ti amo, Amore.
Like I said: Life is sweet.
Monday, August 11, 2008
This is the story: Gala made a cheetah at the build-a-bear at Chicago's Navy Pier. Since grandma nicknamed her "snow white" ( she was born with pale skin and red lips) we go nuts whenever we see snow white merchandise (shop-aholics, oh yes) so when we saw the costume we just had to get it. So today she was at play and mom's camera just clicked away (sometimes I swear my daughter thinks the camera is an extension of my face!). She danced and "fed" the cheetah and carried her around 'till they were both exhausted. Ok, now on to the Summer pics like I promised. See you next month!
Sunday, August 10, 2008
The family having Chicago-style deep dish pizza at Giordano's. Yum! These are the pics from our summer trip, and do read the post at the end, it's short; I promise! Hope everyone had a great summer. I'm a little reluctant to let go (not that you should know, but I spent today with my daughter in her inflatable pool. Now that's denial, ha ha!)
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