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“No” is the Word

I can't count how many times I've said, "no" since April was born. It's the word of the day, the week, the month, it's pretty much the word until further notice. I think I say it so much now that she mimics me when I do. She'll look at me, smile, raise her index finger… Continue reading “No” is the Word

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Embracing My Mom Bod

I'm not going to lie, I've been hesitant about writing about body image because it's such a touchy topic for everyone. I look back at pictures from ten years ago and say, "Wow, I looked really good then." However, I do recall thinking my body was so horrible back when I was taking those pictures.… Continue reading Embracing My Mom Bod

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Does it Count Yet?

My daughter will be seven months this weekend, and she is pretty much attempting to make full blown conversations through her baby talk. Because the word April hears the most is "Hi," she has pretty much said it a few times. The only thing I wonder is, does that count as a first word? She… Continue reading Does it Count Yet?

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“Me” Time, Much Needed Time

I've found it a bit difficult to disassociate myself from just being a mom. My daughter is always my first priority, however, I've noticed that I sometimes forget to take the time out of my day to just have some time to myself. Now that my daughter's sleeping schedule is consistent, I've pretty much made… Continue reading “Me” Time, Much Needed Time

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Baby Steps with Baby Food

I've been a little hesitant with introducing my daughter to solids. It's my first time being a mom and I've been really trying to listen to my daughter's pediatrician. I was told to start feeding her cereal at four months. There's a few of them to choose from, so I stood in the baby food… Continue reading Baby Steps with Baby Food

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Esperanza (A Short Story)

This moment could have been the ending to my great-grandmother’s ninety-three years on this earth, but I hoped it wasn’t. I wanted her to open her eyes so badly, just to prove to me that she was still there. I stared out the window to find where the loudest noise on the street was coming… Continue reading Esperanza (A Short Story)