The Magic Word

Years ago, somebody told me “no one wants to hear about what happens in your dreams.” I have never forgotten that. I think I started keeping them to myself more often than not since that moment. But sometimes dreams are just too crazy not to share.  It’s good to know you’re not the only one with deranged thoughts.

I also remember being told that if you die in your dreams you die in real life. Then one night I saw myself perish in a plane crash and well, I am still here, so clearly I am God. Or Jesus, or Jesus’ sister. Wait did Jesus have a sister? I know he had brothers, I bet he did but the bible writers were all “nah, let’s keep it just the guys.” Typical.

The past few months I have had some gnarly dreams. Most of them revolve around something bad happening to Kaili, really bad, scary things. I will spare you the details because…well “no one wants to hear about what happens in your dreams.”  I assume it’s because my hormones are all cray, but they make me want to bind her with bubble wrap and keep her from growing up. Because there is NO way I am letting her  do anything alone and I am going to follow her around until she goes to college.

For now I will relish  in this video. My most favorite word ever.

The Magic Word video

A Week in Photos

Pretty in pink.

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Visiting the new cleaner fish pool at SeaWorld. Would it be wrong to put our feet in there?

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“Is this right, mommy?” No honey, it’s not.


Mid-day snack after a dip in the not so hot-tub.

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Green cooking.

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She loves them, real or not.

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Brand spanking new solar panels.


Bubble, bubble, bubble, POP.

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Nighttime attire.

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24 Week Bumpdate

So this has been floating around Facebook.



Funny right? I thought so, then after a few minutes I wanted to comment on the picture and ask them if they wanted to give us some money for all our “catching” doctor visits.

I didn’t, just so you know. I am well aware that the general population has limited interest in my reproductive history. But what can I say, I lost my gynecological shame years ago. Infertilty can turn a woman brazen, hell I will pretty much open my legs for anyone in a white coat.

What the hell did she just say?

I thought about posting this.


I didn’t, just so you know.

24 weeks pregnant = 6 months right? I am pretty sure but I’ve never been good at math. For the most part I am feeling pretty good. I have been getting some more contractions and some side and back pain when I am on my feet for awhile. . But it goes away when I put my feet up so that’s good. I am finding it harder to keep my balance while working out but I haven’t fallen over in front of anyone yet.Other than that not much has changed.

I am eager for my next ultrasound to check on the previa, if the Dr. could lift my pelvic rest restrictions, that would be great. Also if they could confirm that these contractions aren’t doing any harm that would help ease my mind.

Only a kajillion days to go.







That’ll be the Day

Kaili asked to go to sleep twice today. Even at SeaWorld she said she was ready to go home and take a nap, this marks the first day I didn’t have to drag her out of the park. I will admit though, that 5 minutes after she went to bed she came out saying “she slept good” and wanted to get up. No way Jose. It must be all the sunshine wearing her down, not to say she is sleeping in at all…sheesh, that’ll be the day.

Have I mentioned how nice it is now that she is in underwear? Not having to lug around diapers and worry about where I am going to change her. She has blown my mind with how fast she got it down and how well she is doing. Her first big accomplishment, this must be the proud mom thing I am feeling.

On the flip side I feel like I am telling her no all.the.time. “Kaili, don’t drill the cat.” “No, don’t lick the cat either.” “Don’t eat your toes, gross!” “NO, you can NOT poop in the shower.”

She doesn’t quite understand why there are certain things I can’t do due to my growing belly. She gets that there is a baby inside but you can’t reason with her. So when I tell her I can’t hold her for very long, shouldn’t lift her up all the time and can’t go on rides with her I feel so bad. She gets frustrated and I don’t blame her. I wish I could explain to her all the whys and why nots, I want to relish in these last few months where it will be just me, her and daddy. She gets so much one on one time with me that my heart breaks a tiny bit when I think about how that will all change,{in a good way} but nonetheless it won’t ever be like it is now. Not that I am worried for her, shit, that kid is some kind of fierce. She will handle everything just fine, it’s me that I’m worried about.



A Week in Photos

We spent part of the week in Orange County. Kaili was right at home amongst the animals at Zoomars in San Juan Capistrano.

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Working up to her first rodeo.


Coloring and cartoons at Grandma and Grandpa’s house.


Chocolate yum, get it!


A day at the wineries.

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Winery dogs are the best part.



Bon Appetit.


Skinny Bang Bang Shrimp with Homemade Chili Sauce {CBL April}

When this recipe came across my Feedly the other week I sent the link to a few people and said “look at this bowl of heavenly goodness”. Then  I drooled on my keyboard as I bookmarked the recipe to make for my culinary bucket list this month.

I must admit this was almost too effortless for me to use as my recipe of the month…almost. Also it  was pretty  easy on the pocketbook as I already had every ingredient besides the shrimp.

Homemade sweet chili sauce is ridiculously good. I can’t believe I have been buying the stuff all these years. Sure a bottle in the pantry is good to have on hand. Perfect those nights when you just need a small amount for your Thai noodle dish or to dip an egg roll in but if you are really going use it, please make it. I made mine a tad spicier and added a touch more garlic. I was super impressed when it was done and I wished I had an egg roll to dunk in it but my fingers worked just fine.



This entire dish takes only minutes to prepare so in no time you get to sink your teeth in to these sweet, spicy and luscious shrimp.

It tasted just as I had imagined, amazing.

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Hurry Up to Slow Down

I sent K to school in underwear for the first time and I worried as if I had just sent her off to college. I had high hopes on the way to school but It was just my luck that the one day, one day I decide to do this, her teacher was out sick. My optimism on her staying dry throughout the day suddenly diminished to a mere zilch. This growing up thing is a pain in the ass…me, not her.

Go ahead and call me Mrs. Positivity because I imagined the worst. But when I picked her up from school she was in the same clothes I took her in, that’s a good sign. Turns out she did great. She asked to use the potty when she had to go and didn’t have any accidents. Kaili-1 Me-0

Can you believe she will be 3 this month? What the hell time, slow down! {well slow down after I have this baby} Everyone always tells you how fast they grow up. The first year of her life seemed like the longest year ever, I doubted everyone who told me that. “They know nothing.” I thought.
But I regress, the past two years have galloped by and now I have a daughter who is using the potty and very excited about her birthday party. Perfect timing to throw a newborn into the mix if I do say so myself.

Kaili has changed a lot over the past few weeks, entering the terrifying threes if you will. You have to take that with a grain of salt because even on an off day she isn’t that bad. Lately however, the days without a nap are the scariest and come witching hour she is a force to be reckoned with. Along with the negatives come the positives, she has become more mature and independent. She is becoming interested in the “girly” clothes, loves wearing a skirt and pretending she is in Wonderland. You can thank Dora for that.



22 Week Bumpdate

The weeks seem to be flying by but somehow I am only 22 weeks, shouldn’t I be at least 6 months by now?


I had an uneventful Dr. appointment last week, the kind that has me in and out within minutes. I was reminded of my previa, how I should be taking it somewhat easy and what to do if contractions or bleeding start. I said, “don’t worry doc, I got this.”

Baby A is a mover and shaker these days, she seems to be awake all through the night and most of the day, so my future looks bright and sleepy.

Kaili and I spent the week playing, getting her old baby clothes washed and put away, cooking, and of course eating.


I worked hard on this puzzle


Working on fine motor skills



Cuban for dinner

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I  got a head start on my April culinary bucket list, the recipe was easy and very tasty. Can’t wait to share it with you.

Potty Trial

Kaili came tearing into my room around 6 am. She climbed into my bed and gave me a hug, it’s so hard to kick her out when she does that. After breakfast she wanted to go pee in the potty, I decided to leave her diaper off for the duration of the morning and through lunch, just to see how she would do. There were no issues…how can this be?  She went to the bathroom when she needed to and on her own. I reminded her that she didn’t have a diaper on every 20 minutes or so but that is the only role I played . Clearly it’s not a matter of can she do it, it’s will she do it and do it consistently. She asked to put a diaper back on after she ate lunch, I guess a few hours was enough.

Once she wakes from nap we are headed to Target for big girl underwear and stickers. We will try potting training this weekend  when we don’t have to leave the house. What do I do if she asks for a diaper? Advice?

I finally went through Kaili’s baby clothes, well I went through newborn to 6 months. Baby steps. Trying to wrap my head around having a baby in the house again and ALL THE CRAP that goes along with them.

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Maybe if I don’t think about it… but then what will I obsess over?

A Week In Photos

Mrs. Jekyll

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Happy St. Patricks day.

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Soakin’ up the sun, Coronado style.

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One of my favorite cookbooks, so pretty to look at.


Don’t let this face fool you, an actress in the making.

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Learning the art of Graffiti.