Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Fast Forward

A little over six months ago we made a huge decision about relocating a thousand miles south to a city I hadn't previously even wanted to visit. Las Vegas. We were presented with an opportunity and a huge adventure. 

We took it. 

Its been a roller coaster, and quite a fun one too. Although I hate roller coasters, but that's beside the point. 


So in March we packed up all our belongings, called a moving company and started driving south. With a car full of snacks, a duffle bag stuffed with our most necessary things, and two little screamers in the backseat we started driving away from the only two states we'd ever lived in. We stopped at certain cities to say goodbye to our friends and family, and once we entered Nevada it was clear deserts aren't very exciting at quick glance and I was very anxious to get to our destination. 

We reached Las Vegas on a beautiful afternoon, the climate was temperate and our new apartment in a pretty good location. 

We were home.

The first weekend we ventured out to a church Mr. M. found online. We instantly fell in love with the people, the message and the proximity to our new home. We've been attending ever since. God's been speaking to us, and we are striving to listen closely.  

Las Vegas hasn't felt quite as fabulous or quite as "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" either. Its just felt like home.

Mr. M. quickly declared he never wanted to move away from this desert and has been trying to convince me we need to buy a house.

We'll see how that plays out.


Also, right after the move Little Mama turned 3! And her sassy, firecracker attitude has continued to shine. She's a darling when she wants to be, but she is also determined and strong willed. We love her to pieces, but I definitely have more grey hairs !
                           


Tiny Mr. M. is growing up fast too. He is now 10 months. He is crawling, standing up, and vocalizing what sound like mama and caca (and that would be poop in spanish, oops!). Besides the potty mouth, he is the sweetest. He is friendly, and gives the best hugs. 



On other news, I opened up an Etsy shop Yasmi & Crew to sell children's accessories like bow-ties, headbands, necklaces and bracelets. Its been fun, a bit stressful, but mostly fun. Stressful because I always want to make sure that every piece I send out is perfect, and that's just not realistic. Even if a tiny thread is showing somewhere I feel the urge to start over. But I've resisted my OCD tendencies and all my customers have reported feeling very pleased with the items. My hope in opening up the shop was to create items that I felt were quality pieces and very affordable. I know I have felt very disappointed when I want to buy something for my Littles but it has been out of reach because of price. Especially because I know sometimes a bow only stays on their little head for an hour at most. We will see what the next few months hold for my little business, but I'm sure what ever happens will be exactly what I need in my life :)





















Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Fourth Trimester

3 months! Today my little boy is 3 months!
A friend once described the first three months after a baby is born as the "fourth trimester" because of all the developmental changes still happening. I agree. Mateo has transformed from a squishy little baby mouse into a chunky playful infant. 
He is the sweetest little ham that ever did live. I am having so much fun getting to see his personality develop. The first time I heard him "talking" I was so overjoyed. Lately he has been squealing with delight at the most random of things. For example, I was throwing away a plastic bag and he thought the crinkling it made was the funniest thing, he couldn't stop laughing!



My boy, the little man who now weighs over 15 lbs. 
(His sister was 16 lbs. at her 6 month check up!)
He has been wearing 3-6 month clothes (some 6 month)for a couple weeks now.
He doesn't particularly like tummy time, only about five minutes pass before he is screaming with frustration. 
Recently he started with those terrible diaper blow-outs. The other day I literally cut off a onsie when I couldn't figure out how to clean a blow-out that was up to his neck.
But above all this little cutie has filled our lives with so much joy. 




Mateo: my prayer for you is that you will grow up to be a man of integrity, respectful towards humanity, and loving, especially during times of trial. 


Monday, December 16, 2013

Family Fall Photos



In mid-October we ventured out to a nature preserve and had a delightful photo shoot. 
Last year, with the help of a tripod and the timer on the shutter release of my camera we did our on family photos. It was quite the difficult task, but we still got so many memorable moments. This year, while Mr. M. was at a Habitat for Humanity charity event he bid for a photography package from King and I Photography during the silent auction. We won the bid, and I can't even begin to tell you what a blessing this was for us. The photographer is a very sweet and genuine woman, who I fell in love with the minute I met her. She is the sweetest, most genuine person and her husband (who helps her during the photo session) is also such a gem. She captured so many amazing moments, and I hope we are blessed with the ability to work with her in the future. 







 


















2013 is coming to a close and these images remind me that this year has been a really good year. There are always so many lessons to be learned from our experiences, but I can say without a doubt that it has been the best year yet. 

Friday, November 8, 2013

A Baby Story (or two)

It's been seven weeks since we welcomed the Tiny Mr. into our family. It has been a whirl wind of a time for us, especially for me, as I get used to life at home with two littles.

Just last night I was telling the hubby that I don't really know what happened to October. I am almost certain someone erased it from the calendar. Ha! Someone is out to get me, I'm sure of it :) 
All silliness aside, I have been doing ok with the whole transition. I think the lack of sleep and other "little" issues have made me kind of cranky, but all-in-all I think I have been getting used to life as a family of four in a rather healthy way.
Tiny Mr. M. is getting better at sleeping, he slept four hours last night! Which means I got about 3 hours of uninterrupted sleep! What a dream! 




So now that I'm getting so much "more" sleep, I can think clearly, and am finally sharing my thoughts on this space again. 


 
(On a side note, I think baby #2 has made me even more sarcastic! if that is possible). 

So back to sharing, I was thinking going into baby #2 that there were so many things I would do differently from what I did with baby #1. I thought, I am going to enjoy the pregnancy and not complain so much about all the discomforts (because after all, this is such a miracle that not everyone gets to experience). I still complained, I still wanted it to be over so I would be able to breath again, eat without feeling like my lunch was sitting on my throat all day, and not be 40 lbs. from my pre-pre preggers weight (oh and so I could start loving on my little bundle too). I thought: once the baby is born, I won't take the first weeks so hard, I will try to remember that its just a short period of time, and the sleeplessness passes, and the uncertainty about EVERYTHING also passes. But NO, I still freaked out when he got jaundice, I still wished I could get more than 1.5 hours of uninterrupted sleep, I still wished he would smile at me and give me some love the way I wished with baby #1. 

But now as I sit here at week #7, I realize that many things are very different. There is a certain pressure that I don't feel. I can't really put it into a tangible example, but things are very different. I'd like to think that maybe it's maturity, maybe its experience. But in all reality I think it's all that and some mercy from our Creator. I've heard a whisper in my ear: don't be so hard on yourself, it's ok to expect a lot (from yourself, others, and situations) but you are going to need a lot of grace. So I've been much more forgiving, I've cut myself and others more slack, and I've napped while they nap (sometimes). And all of this, and the occasional cup of coffee, has helped me enjoy the process. 

Don't get me wrong, I've felt isolated, alone, and stressed. BUT, I've also felt sure of myself, hopeful about my parenting, and encouraged about the future.  

Being a Mami to two Littles has been hard for me, but the truth is that I've found freedom in not pretending its always this amazing, glamorous experience.


 "We are always this happy-go-lucky bunch over here. I'm always creating amazing experiences for my Littles, and in all the IG photos you see we are picture perfect". 



No, we are a mess most of the time, I'm cranky and I yell at my 2 year old from time to time, but I also get down on the ground and do tummy time/play together.

Little Mama sometimes gets up all of a sudden and almost steps on her brother, and I have to be quick to grab her so she doesn't smash is head, but we continue to gather and be together. Most of the time we laugh, we learn and we grow. 
All three of us together.