Today, I went to see a prenatal chiropractor. I’ve been suffering from really awful sciatica for the past few weeks. No biggie to me because I had sciatica with my first pregnancy and powered through it. The difference is that this time, my son noticed. He’s been having a really rough few days and I asked him what was wrong. He told me I don’t “get up anymore” and I don’t play with him (among other issues). He’s right. I spend most of my time at home on the couch, unable to move much because of shooting pains down the backs of my legs. Adam is super active with him, though, so I thought he made up for my absence. Turns out my son has been noticing. I asked around for suggestions of chiropractors and saw one today. She did her thing and I now amazingly have full range of motion in my hips, again. No more pain. No more sciatica. It’s really quite mind-blowing. The best part about being able to move again is getting to spend more time with our son but let’s face it. It’s also nice to not be in pain. So why did I wait so long?Continue reading
So delighted that Adam and I are expecting, again! It’s been a very intense year for us and our fertility journey. I’ll share more on that in future posts. We’re 5.5 months along and the three of us are over the moon with excitement. Our son has named her Scarlett. I’m pretty sure that name isn’t going to stick post-birth but let’s go with it for now. She’s very active and looks amazing so far. We’re due in August so I’m really excited for summer pregnancy fashion. In the mean time, we’re just cherishing these last few months as a fam of 3 and dedicating ourselves to living in the moment.
If you’ve been following our blog, you know that Adam and I talk openly about race in our family. Our son is 2, though, so I never in my wildest dreams imagined having a conversation about race with someone who isn’t able to use the potty, yet, although he is right on schedule according to studies.
But today, it happened.
Yesterday ended a blissful weekend. We slept in late Saturday morning, met friends at the playground, went to the grocery store and came home to spend a leisurely evening before an early bedtime. The next day, I did some more cleaning and packing away in our new apartment. We then went over to our family’s apartment to hang out before another early night. On Monday, I dropped my son off at daycare, worked, went to a rally over lunch, worked some more and picked him up. We stopped at the playground for a few minutes before heading home for dinner and bedtime. It was blissful indeed. You’re probably asking what was so delightful about this weekend, as opposed to others. Well, the big difference was that Adam was out of town. I had a really nice weekend in large part connected to his absence and I was filled with guilt at how much I enjoyed it. I soon realized something important to my sanity. This is simply life as an extroverted introvert. Continue reading
There are very few pics of our son on the internet. I do this mainly because I want him to own his online footprint when and if he is ready to claim it. Another reason I do this is because people are just fucking idiots when it comes to pictures of kids on the internet and I have zero patience for the nonsense. This week, someone commented on a picture of him in a tshirt that says “I Love My Blackness and Yours, Too”. The person commented (and then deleted) that he couldn’t love his blackness because he is white. He then proceeded to tell me that I was trying to whiten my children.
Tonight is a big night. Adam and I decided to bring the days of the pacifier to a close. The main reason is because it’s affecting his teeth as per his dentist. Another reason is that he doesn’t use it at school at all so we’re being played a little bit here. And don’t get it twisted….he knows he is playing us. We prepped him all week, telling him we would have a farewell cupcake party for the paci and that he could get a new toy. He was so excited all week but today was a mess. It hit him Continue reading
We get a few weeks off every year that actually coincide with each other so we try to make the best use of it. This year, we went to Portugal and Spain with our little son. He was such a delight to travel with and so easy to take around. Read more about our adventure at Lady and the Blog here. Some pics are below.
I came to this country more than a decade ago. It’s become my second home and I hold it in very high regard. With this comes lots of constructive critique….just because I love the U.S. doesn’t mean I don’t look at it with honest eyes. It’s the home of our son. He will be a descendant of Trinidad but firstly, he will be American. I hope to make America better and better not by some nationalist ideology but by unpacking the shit that makes me the most uncomfortable and striving to be more open, more loving, kinder and more forgiving with everyone around me. So today, I say Happy Birthday to the country that has given me so much and taught me an immense amount about being a real, proper grown-up human. Continue reading
The obsession is real.
I know kids obsess about things but seeing it up close is surreal. It’s all about guitars and big round objects, right now. If he sees a ball in public, game over. He must have it. He is super focused on getting it and will do whatever it takes. It super adorable and can be indicative of a persevering spirit, right?
And yes, I am having to find very creative ways to not use the plural noun for round objects children play with in order to keep it PC.
What is your little one obsessed with?
Our friends got married in the Catskills. We made it a weekend trip and there was so much GREEN!! It was so delightful to get away. Today, I am grateful for what a great travel companion our baby is. At 8pm, in the midst of the wedding, he calmly decided he wanted to sleep. We put him in the stroller and he fell fast asleep amid loud wedding music. He slept while we danced within eye-shot. At 11pm, we went to a friend’s house, put him to sleep in his pack and play in a bedroom and then hung out, listening to good music and relaxing, checking in on him every now and again. He woke up at 2am and we all went home and slept until 8am the next morning. I was almost sure he was going to wake up cranky the next day but he was his usual happy self. It is not lost on me how lucky we are to have a son that just goes with the flow. Granted, it takes a bit of planning to get to this point but it’s really not that much. Adam was the same way as a baby but I am pretty high-maintenance so I know it could’ve gone in that direction, as well. Today, I’m grateful for his sweet, gentle, easy-going disposition.