Not Proud of It Moment
There was this one instance in my life when I accidentally ‘forgot’ Ryan. At the vegetable section of the supermarket. Amidst a lively display of butterhead and romaine lettuce. I am not proud of the moment. I think I may have mentally face-palmed myself a zillion times for it. I break out into a cold … Read more
Dear Blog
My Mom left today. She had stayed on 3 months to take care of baby and me, and now there’s a vacuum in the apartment. I stood by the doorway as she left for the airport holding baby Steve in my arms and sobbing softly. Even though I was a mother of two, I behaved … Read more
The Parenthood Richter scale
So baby Steve is almost 4 months old. As in 120 days and nights as a baby. I am kinda bowled over. I am still semi-stuck in the bathroom a year ago, holding that pregnancy test kit and silently hi-fiving myself. Yup, awesome-cool – 2 pink lines. Must not run or drink alcohol or gulp … Read more
“Remember that time when Steve fell ill?”
We have been going through a sick week. No make that a sick month-and-a-half. First Ryan fell sick. Twice. Twice, he drove us up the wall with tantrums and refusing to eat and those border-line temperatures where you’re not sure whether you should rush to the hospital or not. Next the father and grandfather had … Read more
