By Carla Molina Martins | 10/07/2009 - 13:00
Have you met Gwen Thompson? She is one of the dolls from the insanely popular American Girl line. Why has the internet been buzzing about little old Gwen? Well, each American Girl doll comes with a story about her life and it turns out Gwen is homeless. Her dad split and her mom lost her job, leaving Gweny and her mother out on the streets. Not an uncommon story nowadays.
By Carla Molina Martins | 10/05/2009 - 11:43
As far as my hubby Jeremy and I can remember, Dessa was a peaceful baby who never cried. So imagine our surprise when Farrah came along and wouldn't stop crying. And it wasn't just a little bit here and there, but constant, top-of-her-lungs screaming. I was certain we were doing something wrong. Maybe we'd forgotten the secret trick to keeping newborns happy, or morphed overnight into bad parents?
By Carla Molina Martins | 09/30/2009 - 13:30
Clearly, I'm on a holiday kick. But once I began to think about Halloween, it made me think about Thanksgiving and then, inevitably, Christmas. I hate to be like those annoying retailers who start shoving Christmas down your throat in September but, I have to. I have to to talk about Christmas.
By Carla Molina Martins | 09/29/2009 - 13:00
For Dessa's first Halloween, she dressed up as a piggy. Not because I thought she'd make an adorable little piggy, but because I was a lazy mom and didn't think to buy her a costume until October 30th. The following year she was Snow White, which was only one of three options left when I went to Target a week before the big day.
By Carla Molina Martins | 09/23/2009 - 13:29
I wish I could say I am one of those moms who plays age appropriate music for her kids, but, really, I don't. All those happy go lucky singers going on and on about peanut butter and jelly or playing at the playground drive me insane. I'm perfectly happy letting my girls listen to the radio, even if it means Dessa's belting out Jeremiah's "Birthday Shhhhh" in the back seat.
By Carla Molina Martins | 09/21/2009 - 12:40
If you have watched TV, listened to the radio, read the newspaper, or browsed the web lately you've no doubt heard how we're all going to die from the H1N1 virus (aka Swine Flu) this fall. OK, so maybe I'm exaggerating a little, but the media is doing a fantastic job of keeping the masses "informed" and panicked. Me? I don't feel all that informed—I actually feel more confused than ever.
By Carla Molina Martins | 09/16/2009 - 13:39
I am one of those moms who always has a camera strapped to her wrist. I'm constantly snapping pictures, good and bad, just hoping to get an amazing shot. So needless to say that I have tons of full memory cards from the last two years with pictures of my girls with friends and family and furry friends. You won't, however, find many pictures of my girls with their mami cause I'm rarely in front of the camera.
By Carla Molina Martins | 09/14/2009 - 12:20
I've had a love/hate relationship with my hair for most of my life. During my childhood when my parents made all my fashion decisions, I went from short and poofy to permed and frizzy to blunt bob with bangs. While the other girls in grade school enjoyed long, flowing, shiny, straight locks, the mop on my head never settled down. I hated my hair.
By Carla Molina Martins | 09/09/2009 - 11:06
Dessa has loved music since she was born and has gradually developed a serious affinity for dancing. For the past month or so, she has demanded that the whole family take part in evening dance parties in our living room. She doesn't care what's playing—reggae, salsa, headache-inducing kiddie tunes or old-school hip-hop—you name it, she'll shake to it.
By Carla Molina Martins | 09/07/2009 - 16:00
This weekend my family and I celebrated our cousin's marriage at a big family picnic. Aunts, uncles and cousins galore, grandparents and great-grandparents left and right and childhood friends who are like family. As a mom, I don't get to really enjoy these parties as much as I used to before I had kids. I spend most of my time keeping tabs on my toddler, nursing an infant and trying to squeeze in a sip of wine here and there. I don't think I've stood still for more than two minutes at a time for quite a while.