Weekly Photo Challenge: Nostalgic


This is a photo of me and my dad. I was graduating from Kindergarten. I love this photo. It captures my dad perfectly. He was a strong proud man. He is posing for the camera and showing his best profile. There I am the little girl who is just proud of her dad.

My dad passed away in 2009. He was 83 years old. I am heart broken that he was not able to meet Ale. I have few regrets in my life but I truly regret not having Ale sooner so that they could have laughed together. My dad would have thought the world of Ale and would have tried to give him the universe. I have photos and videos that I made of him when I realized that time was running out. At least this way Ale can hear first hand some of the funny jokes and stories of his adventures in life.




Happy Father’s Day to my husband who is now known as Papa! He is my best friend and life companion. Ale is one lucky little boy to have him for a papa. He will teach him what he has taught and given me: laughter, kindness, knowledge on all kinds of sports, and how to enjoy life to the fullest. It’s beautiful to see how much he loves Ale unconditionally.

Thank you papa for all that you do for us each day!

Holding on to Innocence

Having a child has changed my outlook on life on many levels. It has heightened my awareness and has made me even more sensitive and vulnerable to things that happen around me. I am no longer viewing life through a singular lens. Each action that I do and even the actions of others I view them through how I would imagine my son’s reaction. My little boy is still a baby and is not able to express himself or is even able to process and understand many things, but his innocence is so vast and deep that it pains me so to see and hear of others that have done wrong. I look into his eyes and I think, how can there be evil in this world with this sweet boy on the planet.

The bombings this week in Boston during the marathon has affected my husband and I on many levels. We live in New York and the NY Marathon passes through our neighborhood. Just a few days after Ale was born, my first outing was to see the NY Marathon. I held Ale close in my Ergo and watched and cheered the runners as they went by. This is something that we plan on doing each year as a family. To hear of the attack on the Boston Marathon and the fact that an eight year old boy was killed was just so shocking. We thought- this could be us.

As of right now, there are no suspects that have been arrested. This fact is also very frightening. It would almost be comforting to know that X group or person was responsible. In the back of our minds we are thinking will there be another plot, will the responsible ever be arrested, will NY be next?

And what will Ale think? I’m so happy that he is not aware yet of the news and can not ask me questions. I am already trying to formulate answers but the act is just so senseless. Something tells me that when he can talk he will comfort me in his answers . For now, I just turn the channel or put on Bob The Builder when the images come to the screen. I don’t even for a moment want him to glance at the screen. I want to protect his innocence for as long as I can.

Acts like this have some good- they remind us of our loved ones, make us want to hold them close and kiss them a little longer than usual.

Boston, my family is thinking of you and our hearts go out to you.

Why is it Harder Raising Boys

When I was pregnant I knew without a doubt in my head I was going to have a boy. You could not tell me otherwise. I was happy but I did mourn the fact that I may not have lunch/ shopping dates with my son.

Now as the author of the article mentions, I understand the female brain/ ways much better. I also think that women are just more naturally sensitive and at the end of the day need less direction to learn what is good and bad.

I feel like boys need constant reminders & examples. My job with Ale is to make him a good man that will treat women and others with the utmost respect. So I’m not going to wait until he is a teen to teach him how to cook. I have him now in the kitchen watching me cook. It’s like a cooking show for babies! I have him help me put away the groceries, he throws his clothing in the washing machine. I love that he is right next to me when I vacuum. I give him an extra vacuum tube that has a brush and he is working on the dust behind the chair.

His dad is also a great role model and will teach him housework, kindness and respect. But boys will be boys…

Anyway, I’m hopeful. Only time will tell. I know in my heart I have the best little boy and he will be ok with my love and guidance .

Why is it Harder Raising Boys