la mujer trabajadora

Dicen por ahí que la vida es larga y da muchas vueltas. Remember that job I wrote about? The really awesome one that I turned down? Well when I said that summer vacation doesn’t last, “tenía la boca llena de razón” as my friend Marisol would say.

A few weeks ago, I got a call from the owner of the company/bosslady of said awesome job, and long story short, we worked things out and I took it after all! There were compromises on both sides. I’m working more hours than I was before, but still only 3 days in-office + another from home. It is still a longer commute than my old job, but I’ve wiggled my schedule around to mostly miss rush hour traffic which means I can be home by 5 in the afternoons.

Buuuut the job itself is fantastic and fun, and we found the best, best nanny in the whole world (I used to be her Sunday School teacher!).

I’ve been working for a couple of weeks now, and at first- I will admit- it was a rough transition. I missed spending lots and lots (and lots) of hours with my little besty-pal baby, and the traffic situation had me down.

But now in week three, I love it! My cousin Kristy sent over this awesome article and it hit home very, very much.

“While many find themselves content and happy in that role [of motherhood] alone, I felt as if there was this future me slowly slipping away from my fingertips. I had this untapped me, full of a new kind of love and different sense of wealth, and it felt unfair to leave that woman unexplored.”

Amen and amen.


daddy’s girl

Desde hace un par de semanas, mi Lola está padeciendo una Papitis Aguditis (término médico). Es lindísimo ver como adora a su progenitor y se me hace de lo mas tierno que pregunte por él todo el día. Escucha un carro y, “¿papá?”. Ve su foto y, “¿¿papá??”. Estamos en Target y ve algún señor que va caminando por ahí y, “¡PAPÁ!”

Bueno en realidad no me encanta que haga eso, porque me veo obligada a apretar el paso para evitar que alguien me pida explicaciones…

El otro día que estábamos en el super, ya habíamos terminado y estábamos en la fila para pagar. De repente escucho una vocecita que de lo más feliz reconoció a su papá según ella, y que voy viendo que está apuntando hacia la portada de una revista.

Era Ronald Reagan.

De viejo.


twins ^^


L_BdayWe’re in a bubbles phase over here lately. The Lola likes this activity primarily because of the blowing, which she likes to do while sticking the bubble wand directly in my mouth. I like to watch each bubble float softly away, so beautifully fleeting and iridescent.

This thing happened a couple of weeks ago. I mentioned in my last post that when I went back to work, my schedule was the stuff dreams are made of. But you know how it goes, nothing lasts forever, and so I decided to become a (temporary?) stay-at-home mom. A housewife! I felt very 1950’s! And then I was offered a job. A BETTER job! A job which, if you want to know the truth, I’ve been working towards ever since I graduated college and, thanks to a master’s degree and some solid professional experience, I would have been really good at. A job which was also 40+ hours a week with a 40 minute commute each way.

I turned it down.

When I got the offer, I was reading “Tiny Beautiful Things,” a compilation of the “Dear Sugar” advice column questions and answers written by Cheryl Strayed. I kept coming back to this letter and the idea of the “sister life” I wouldn’t choose, the experiences and opportunities that wouldn’t be mine.

Frankly, I’ve been surprised at how much I’ve enjoyed my days at home with my little lovie. Motherhood is, of course, a study in contradictions: long days, short years; children that you love but don’t always like; never being alone but sometimes feeling lonely. But when I think about the things I would have missed about this slow life of tiny baby steps and small bites and “¿cómo dice el león?… rawrrrr!”, I feel so terribly grateful.

I think I’ll always work in some way or another (freelancing is a beautiful thing). But each day that I would have spent at work away from my baby now feels like summer vacation (which I’m enjoying because, just like small babies, summer vacation doesn’t last).

It felt right to let that particular career option float away, swiftly and elegantly, just like our bubbles.


(The pictures are from the dolly’s first birthday party and completely unrelated to this post, but isn’t she cute?)



una chiquita, rosa, rosita

Oh, hello hello hello! I left this blog on such a cliffhanger! I’m sure you’re wondering if I ever had that baby or if I am, in fact, 3 million weeks pregnant. Leila_bday_8I did have that baby! Here we all are a little over one year ago, all puffy and sleep deprived because the little thing decided to be born at 4:09 in the morning, which meant that I went into labor just after I’d taken off my makeup and put on my pajamas at 10:30 at night. Just looking at this picture makes me feel very, very tired.

Anyway, so I had a baby, and it turned out to be a girl baby!! As I was 99.9% convinced it was a boy baby, this was a shock. The most delightful shock! There she was, all pink and gold and looking like sunshine with limbs. She even smelled pink! Leila_bday_10Maybe someday I’ll publish her birth story, but basically it was an unmedicated birth (which I really, really wanted), my mom and Josh were both in the room with me, and she was born several days after her due date. A side note to say that when you’re very, very pregnant and your mom has to go back to work the next week, “a few days” becomes an incomprehensible amount of days as you’ve suddenly lost the ability to count past the number one.

I still haven’t decided quite what to do about this child, blog-wise. I have a friend that won’t even publish pictures of her baby on Facebook so as to keep her “electronic footprint light.” The best I’ve been able to come up with is not using her name, so for now she’ll be Lola, which is one of a long list of nicknames she’s acquired in her short life.Leila_2_wks_famAnyway, so then I had a newborn, which, when you’ve never had one, can really give your life a swirl as it turns out. Then, after a long, delightful, sometimes brutal maternity leave, I went back to work. Even though it was the best work schedule known to man (Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, working from home half the time for a while and then just on Wednesdays), I still didn’t really want to be on the computer when I wasn’t working so as to treasure each moment with my baby, etc. Leila_2_wksNow, with a year of motherhood under my belt and a delightful baby-toddler who says things like “amen” and “épale” and can resist the urge to stick absolutely every gross thing on the floor in her mouth, I feel tentatively ready to resume blog activities. Maybe. See you soon (I hope)!

panzona y feliz

Weeks_26_27In this edition of “watch my belly grow” I present: the blurriest, noisiest picture taken to date, and one with the proud papá!

I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this already but we decided not to find out if we’re having a boy or a girl. This is generally met with approval by people of my parents’ generation (“That’s how we did it!”) and horror by people of my generation (“But how will you know how to decorate the nursery?!”). What I find most interesting is that the people who tell us that they “could never” do that always follow up with “I’m such a planner, I just could never wait that long.” To which I always want to reply, I know! I’m a big planner, too! Nobody is more surprised than me that I chose to forgo 40+ whole weeks of planning opportunities! Also it makes me wonder if our generation really does plan things more than previous generations, or if that’s just an excuse for indulging in instant gratification?

In any case, maybe the planners have a point, because so far this is what we’ve done to get ready for baby: buy a baby mobile, buy a few books and… uh… that’s it. But we are taking a Hypnobirthing class! So extra points for that, maybe?






24 semanas

¡Pues que nos fuimos a Hawaii! En el verano, cuando el clima estaba insoportable y yo no me sentía muy bien, decidí que todo lo podía aguantar si tan sólo supiera que algún día no muy lejano podría caminar en alguna playa del mundo. Así que nos pusimos a buscar en Kayak Explore (si no lo han hecho se los recomiendo, muestra los vuelos más baratos a todas partes del mundo dependiendo de la temporada). Todas las semanas cambiábamos de opinión: ¡vamos a Colombia! ¡vamos a Puerto Rico! Pero al final de cuentas nos fuimos por el vuelo directo, porque la idea de andar viajando 24 horas seguidas como mujer embarazada la verdad me causaba mucho conflicto. Lo se, lo se, ¡soy cobarde!

De todos modos creo que me fue muy bien.


Estando allá pudimos ir a cenar con nuestros amigos Diana y Jacob, y al día siguiente nos llevaron a una playa hermoooosa y nos consintieron con una carne asada en la playa, ¿que tal?

No tomamos muchas fotos pero si que la pasamos bien. Estoy tan agradecida por mi esposo, guapo y consentidor, y por el/la bebé que desde ahorita nos está enseñando que lo más importante es querernos.

Where's Waldo? Subtítulo: una panzona bailando hula.

Where’s Waldo? Subtítulo: una panzona bailando hula.


a la mitad


Oh don’t mind me, just catching up on my baby bump documentation…

I didn’t really start showing until pretty late in my pregnancy, which I guess is normal for a first-timer. I finally popped around the 21st week– one morning I woke up and my belly button was doing something weird (“Creo que mi ombligo está como que al revés!?”) and I had a distinct baby bump. (I know my 19 week picture below looks pretty impressive, but that’s mostly because I was in my tightest dress! You really couldn’t tell I was pregnant in real life unless I wore something super tight until about the 21st week, which is when we announced it on Facebook and etc. and I told everyone at work.)

So now I’m all caught up, 22 weeks and all’s well! Today for the first time I had somebody pat my belly (it wasn’t exactly a stranger, just an older lady at church who gleefully exclaimed, “I finally see a baby in there!”) and… I didn’t hate it? Also last night I had a dressy event for work, and although I had bought a maternity dress online for just such an occasion, it’s still waaaayyy too big and I looked ridiculous. So I spent half an hour trying on basically all of my nicer/cocktail dresses, and finally found one that would zip if I sort of held my breath and stood very straight. Let’s just say that when I got in my car to go home at about 10:30 or 11, the first thing I did was unzip that sucker and rejoice at regaining feeling in my ribs. 😉  Guess it’s time to go shopping!

ningún plato rechazado


Written September 8, 2014

Stages of pregnancy:

1. Weeks 1-15: I don’t want to eat anything. Seriously, don’t even bother with food suggestions because everything sounds terrible all the time, except occasionally soup, which makes total sense because it’s summer in Phoenix and 110 degrees outside. (But no puking! Huzzah!)

2. Weeks 16-?: I MUST EAT EVERYTHING. If I don’t eat something every two hours I will immediately die of hunger; also, since I am the slowest eater in the history of ever, this means that by the time I finish eating something I’m about ready for another snack. I would eat more than I do, but sometimes I stop because I’m literally tired of eating (not necessarily because I’m full). Pre-pregnancy I was not a snacker (3 good meals a day for me, please), so this is totally foreign and as it turns out, oddly time-consuming.

Growing a human is so weird.

nada y todo

Hello! As it turns out, most of what I wanted to blog about for the past few months was being pregnant. Since we kept the news off the online world for a long, long time (21 weeks to be exact), I just didn’t really care to write about much else, ya know? I did save a couple of drafts from the first few weeks I was pregnant that I’ll publish, just because it’s interesting to remember what I was thinking and feeling at the time. I planned on writing and saving posts until officially announcing it on Facebook/the blawg buuuuut then the first trimester kept happening and really all I was up for after work was collapsing in a heap on the couch, so… there are like three posts, ha! It’s been a VERY easy pregnancy, relatively speaking, but, you know, growing a human makes me very tired.

Written June 9, 2014.

“Mrs. Darling was married in white, and at first she kept the books perfectly, almost gleefully, as if it were a game, not so much as a Brussels sprout was missing; but by and by whole cauliflowers dropped out, and instead of them there were pictures of babies without faces. She drew them when she should have been totting up. They were Mrs. Darling’s guesses.
Wendy came first, then John, then Michael.”

When I graduated in December, I had things all figured out: I was going to apply to a million jobs and get my dream job and live happily ever after, and then a few months later we were going to start trying for a baby because ain’t nobody gettin’ any younger if you know what I mean.

So I applied for a million jobs aaaand… nothing happened. I mean, I went on a lot of interviews, and I was even pretty close to taking jobs (most notably the super awesome communications job at an impact investing firm in NYC). But nothing was really right. So, in the spirit of keeping options open and also because I knew it could take a while, we decided to start trying for a baby. And guess what? Nothing happened there either.

So we decided to buy a house (haha). Long story short, we still don’t have a house (although to be honest I’m not sure I’m sold on the whole home-owner idea, so I don’t mind waiting for that one).

And then finally, FINALLY I started a new job, and it happened to be my dream job.

At which point I was like, welllll maybe we should hold off on the baby-making until I settle in a little bit, it would be tough to feel tired and crappy while being new at this job that I love, etc. etc. And then at the end of my first week on the job I took a pregnancy test and nearly passed out when it read positive.

So here’s what I really want to remember: all those months, when nothing was happening, were meant to prepare me for these months when everything is happening all at once. And everything is so, so much better than nothing. We’re having a baby, y’all!