A Thirty-Wonderful Weekend


In the shade…


Birthday weekend was a success! If the picture above is any indication, I had such an amazing time. On Saturday, I went wine tasting with friends, and that evening, my husband and went out for dinner and a movie. But by far, my favorite day was Monday. Our little family took a day trip to Kings Beach in North Lake Tahoe and spent time in the water, sun, and sand. Watching our little splash around in the water and dig in the sand made me grin from ear to ear.

Our day of fun brought to mind a comment I heard last week, that people spend too much time documenting their lives, that they need to step from behind their cameras and participate. While I agree that being present and in-the-moment is the most important, I feel like there is nothing more in-the-moment than appreciating  the pure joy of watching your son play with his dad. I had so many moments on Monday where, yes, I was behind the camera, but it warms my heart so much to see them playing together. To see them laughing and being silly. The times when they are sharing pure love…that’s what being present feels like to me.




Call me crazy, but these are the moments I want the opportunity to capture and save forever ❤



Here Comes 31!


Does it count as a “no make up selfie” if that’s the norm for me??


If 30 doesn’t make you officially old, 31 has to, right?!

Another year in the books and I am pleased to say that 30 wasn’t that bad. Good job, got into grad school, and we didn’t move to a new place, so that’s a bonus. I’ve reconnected with old friends and made some new ones.

I look back on the things I’ve learned and how I’ve grown. Patience, understanding different viewpoints, maturity, power, and self-awareness. Things are areas that I have improved upon, and will continue to work on everyday.

I am lucky to have my husband with me through everything. He is strong, yet sensitive. Most importantly, he’s my partner. We really do complement each other well.

As with so much of the joy in my life these days, I owe so many smiles to my son. For a little over two years, he has really shown me what life is all about.  Growing a person, raising a person, being someone’s rock, their strength, their world…nothing else compares to that. As long as I get to keep doing this mommy thing, I know I’ll be alright with getting older.

Living and Loving as an Introvert

Such a great post. Introverts unite! But only for a little while…I need some down time 😉

Dorkymum | Stories from Tasmania

good advice

*stands up*

*shuffles nervously*

*clears throat*

Hello. My name’s Ruth and I am an introvert.

Would you believe that it has taken me 31 years to say that?

Most of those years have been taken up with saying other things. No, I’m not anti-social. No, I’m not shy. No, it’s not that I hate people, or that I hate you, or that I’m a badly brought up Awkward Annie.

I’m just an introvert.

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The Magnificent Twos

There is so much talk in parent-land about the terrible twos. Actually these days, I hear that three is giving two a run for its money, but I have almost a year before I need to worry about that.

I want to coin a new phrase. The magnificent twos. No, it doesn’t have the same fun alliteration as the terrible twos but I think it is a better description of the time. Granted, I have only been part of this club for a few months, I am seeing that each days brings new wonderment and new challenges that I feel are unique to this time in my son’s life.

What other age offers me the opportunity to look back so fondly at his baby years, and yet look so hopefully toward their future, when I get to see the kind of person he grows up to be? I can still hold, cuddle, and even rock my big boy toddler, but still look back and see his tiny newborn face staring up at me. He wants to do things all by himself but still wants mama when things are hard. I still don’t understand half of what he is saying but I feel like I am having full on conversations with him on a daily basis.

Yes, he challenges us everyday with his new words, his new attitude, his new defiance and rebellion. But he also makes us laugh everyday with his new faces, his new independence, and his new assertiveness. He tells me what he wants, even when it is nonsense, in such a matter-of-fact way that I can’t help but marvel at how his little brain works.

Now, at story time, he tells me what books he wants to read, picks them out, knows them by name, and keeps going back for another book. He knows all of the animals, the characters, and the pictures. He knows how they feel and what will happen next. Not many things make my heart swell more than my son answering the questions in the books that I have been reading him since the day he was born. It is our time. It is the thing we share. The love of books and reading that, even at two, I can tell he will carry with him.

He’s magnificent. Also, cranky and unpredictable, but what do you expect when molars are making their appearance? I would not trade this time for the past, though I look back at it with warmth in my heart. Most importantly, it gives me something wonderful to look forward to each day. Something to work toward. I don’t want to miss any more than I have to because this truly is a magnificent time to have a toddler.



Happy Birthday America!

What are holidays other than an excuse to spend time with family? We were pretty low-key this year for the 4th of July. We went to the Aerospace Museum of California and let G run around like a madman looking at planes, helicopters, and anything with an engine. He loves it there.









Then, instead of the traditional hot dogs and potato salad, I wanted to try something healthier for dinner. We had the most delicious “healthy” chicken pitas. I was quite proud of myself for making it all. They were pretty easy too. Prepping the chicken was the most time-intensive part. Can’t wait to make these again. Maybe I’ll post my make-shirt recipe one day too.


And because we still have a toddler on a pretty set schedule, no fireworks for us this year. My thinking and hoping with all of these “when he is older” moments is that he has his whole life to enjoy them. Maybe next 4th of July he’ll be ready to stay up and watch the fireworks. Most importantly, while I heard fireworks for about 3 hours straight, he barely flinched. I’m always worried the raucous would wake him up but he slept like a champ.

I hope everyone had a happy and safe 4th of July!



The Cynic

Every time I see a fitness infomercial with everyone talking about how much weight they’ve lost and how awesome their results are, I wonder how many of them are battling an endocrine disease…

No pity party over here, just feels like I’m on my own journey. And I won’t see the same results as anyone else but that’s okay. I’m just doing me.