the visit...

being from the european descent means having a maid is not allowed (it's in our birth contract...somewhere in the small print). but seriously, talk to almost any euro (portuguese, italian, greek....etc) and we can't manage passing on control of the cleaning to others...it sounds good in our heads (a clean house, done by someone else...yes, i think that's a great idea).  the hard reality of it…we are control freaks and we couldn't handle it if it wasn't done "our way".  so, where am i going with this?...well the house doesn't clean itself and my husband (god bless him) is a disaster when it comes to cleaning, so it's left to me!  everyday, all day, i could clean and re-clean at the expense of my children's time with me. it happens more than i would like to admit, BUT every once in a while my mothers voice (and accent) visits my thoughts and reminds me "daana, dare ownly baabiess four soo loong" (dina, their only babies for so long).  so today i made a choice (an easy one) to DWELL. dwell in their humor, in their cockeyed crazy conversations, in their baby faces and join in on the nothingness that makes them children without a worry. today i just dwelled and it felt right. i can't do it everyday, and if i did it wouldn't be as special (not to mention rats and other rodents would hang out in the mess of a house i would have), but today i was the mommy horse to amara and i helped che' make "burrito dinner rolls" and i became a vacuum monster to the both of them!

thanks mom for popping by today...

right of passage...

the day finally came.  amara, at age two and a half  got her hair cut for the first time.  i'm not exactly sure why i waited so long, but i would guess amara being the second child, a girl and lack of time lead her to being almost three before scissors ever touched her long sun kissed hair.  she (amara) was beyond excited...how many times has she sat their waiting for che' and i while Miss B (we'll call her) chopped our locks. this was HER moment, HER thing and HER time to shine. as a mom it was pretty cool to see my littlest feel a sense of pride and maturity just from a haircut! passage 1 |ˈpasij|noun1 the act or process of moving through, under, over, or past something on the way from one place to another.

I guess her passage this day was from a toddler to a newly styled preschooler....

Loulou the juries still out...

being european, we never grew up with any animals.  i can hear my mom right now "daana dowgs aru four da farrms" (dogs are for the farms)! i personally always liked animals from a far but living with three of the human kind (animals that is) really turns you off from wanting "something else to clean up after".  my husband was also was raised animal-less and we were always on the same page about not having any fur babies of our own. so lets flash back almost two years ago…in walks dave (uncle to the girls, hubbies youngest brother and the craziest out of the three boys) with loulou (a small black lab pup).  the girlies and i are melting, but i'm not sold (your cute, but your messy...well for now i'll save my judgment).  now, two years later “louuu” (for short) or "hey gurl" as amara likes to call her, is totally a part of our hearts, as she is to pretty much everyone who meets her.  that poor dog gets princess books read to her, wrapped up like a baby, laid on, chased, cuddled HARD and yet loulou just loves my kiddies back.

judgment finalized : LOUUUUUU (that's my canuck’s chant by the way) we lovvve youuu!