My Family

I’m back from my trip to Jamaica and I have A LOT of catching up to do. I’ll start with the first weekly post I missed (running from September 28 to October 5)….

Lately Eva has realized how annoying it is to ask, “Why?” after “Why?” after “Why?” She doesn’t it ask because she genuinely wants to know, she asks because she knows it drives me crazy. I’ll indulge her with the first couple of “Why’s” (or until I run out of creative answers), but she usually wins.…

Evita Pilar, Today you are officially two-and-a-half. But when we ask you, you still say you’re thirteen. Sometimes I look at you, and then your little brother, and I think about what you were like when you were his age. It’s hard to imagine you were ever that tiny; but I do remember- the endless…

Damian finally got to see his pediatrician on Tuesday (we had been in and out of the emergency room/urgent care for the past few weeks since she never had any appointments available). She said his lungs sound clear and no more pneumonia, thank goodness! He still has a slight, lingering cough and a few boogers…

This weekend we went up to New England again for the Boston Tattoo Convention. We left at midnight this time and we didn’t hit any traffic, which was great. The kids were able to sleep the whole time, which also made things easier. After the convention we drove another two hours to my friend Marisa’s…

Damian is finally well again, which is a huge relief. He hasn’t gone back to sleeping decent stretches at night, but I think a learning leap can be blamed for that. He seems to really be growing and discovering a lot lately, the most impressive of which is sitting. He can sit up on his…

My sweet baby boy, You have filled out so much in the last month. You’ve got the fluffiest rolls and chins for days. I love snuggling with your warm, squishy little body. You’re the sweetest baby boy and you’ve definitely gotten easier in the last few weeks. You’ve finally discovered how awesome naps are and…

This was a very long week. I was a sick mama looking after two sick kids. My anxiety levels were high because I had never had a sick three-month-old before. I don’t remember Eva getting a cold until she was around a year old. Damian would get in these coughing fits where he’d gag so…