Friday, January 24, 2014


Pavel - tonight we went to Farrah's third birthday party. It was a dance party.

You, me, Sash and Dad have been having nightly dance parties lately (Your faves are Timber, Roar - Katy Perry, and of course... the alligator in Counting Starts - One Republic), so you were totally prepared for tonight.

We got you and Sash new kicks. And you INSISTED on the rest of your attire.

Black skinny jeans, a grey v-neck tshirt and a blazer with a Yankees hat. All you were missing was a gold chain dude! (I mean that in a roll my eyes kind of way!) Did I mention that you rubbed a candle all over yourself? To smell good?

You sure love to dance and think all the moves mommy has taught you are cool - hehe. I think they're soo cool too.

Love you Pav. You killed it tonight.


Monday, January 13, 2014

Fitting in the Moment

Thanks to Dr. Marvin Washington for this today:

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we
are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most
frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented,
fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your
playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about
shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all
meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of
God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we
let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do
the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically
liberates others.

-Marianne Williamson “Course in Miracles”

Sunday, January 5, 2014

Every Night..

Every night.. without fail. I stop and check on you in your beds. At least once. Maybe more. Without fail, if I think of you at night, I MUST ensure you're still breathing.

And then.. I can't stop but stare. I snuggle you while you snore.

Sasha.. some nights you rest your head on mama's shoulder, when I selfishly pick you up in your sleepy slumber to breath in your sweetness. Other nights you get mad and fling yourself backward toward your bed violently. Not letting Mama disturb you.

Pav.. I play with your hair. Sometimes you wake and talk to me in your sleep. Your one eye goes a bit wonky. I melt. I'm so glad you still have Baby.

I just love love love my family so much. I am so lucky. I can't help but feel warm and fuzzy inside as I walk away and let you dream in peace.

Love you to bits.


Ps. I know I owe you a holiday post. Coming imminently.