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August 2017, Hayes Valley  📷 Portrait to the People

Hello 2018 (plus 4 months)

Lest anyone (anyone?) fear, we are here and dealing with the realist real challenges that only a new human can bring. Add the ever starting start ups,John and the growing, medium-sized humans, Roenne and Arden, and its just. WOW.

Can I just say, I’ve drafted this post in my mind a drillion times since October, and this is nothing like how I thought it would go.

Then again, at this very moment, 5 month old Oliver is napping more than 30 minutes for the first time in days, and this is what I would call “fast, desperate, maybe I should be eating or sleeping” writing.

One final note before I ineloquently end this: in a world where posting news and sharing photos online has become the norm, I find myself on the far, far other side of the spectrum. I hold my news close to the heart, disperse privately, and to select groups, and then if and when the stars align with mood, baby sleep, self sleep, etc I dash out something fun to update my internet buddies, because writing is fun and its nice to share. Not because I have to.

Its just my thing now. I don’t think I’m contrarian, or rebelling against status quo, but I do iterate, and this is my next iteration.

Alright, then. Hello, baby. Bye, bye internet.

p.s. Meet Oliver, born October 27, 2017


How Arden Wins At Life

On the rare (or repeat) occasion that I get caught texting/emailing instead of doing what I said I would be doing for Arden, one might overhear a conversation like this:

Arden wanders over to check on my progress…

Me: (quick, deflect!) Arden, whatcha doing so quietly in your room?

Arden: Nothing.

Me: (suspicion radar beeping) C’mon, what are you doing? I’m just curious.

Arden: You don’t need to know, you should be making my lunch. 

Round one: Arden

So, Arden eventually says she’s reading A Wrinkle In Time (the graphic novel). She disappears, and then returns to say,

Arden: Alright, I’m actually reading Harry Potter 2. But Roenne is trying to make me read 1 first and I don’t want to. I just want to read number 2!

Arden: 2, World: 0

Just another tale of A Mafia Lord Trapped In a 6 Year Old Girl’s Body.

Old Thing New: Easy Craft for the New Year


Roenne picked out a word for 2017, and I’d say she did a pretty good job. 🙂

Those triangles are from previous thing (made from scrap paper and magazine pages), and they were a nice extra touch, but the important part is the word, and heres how I made the letters with the girls:

First of all, if you have kids, find some old drawings done on printer paper (or maybe homework sheet?), if no kids, any sheet of old, printer sized paper will do (we’re swimming in paperwork, so i’m sure you have something laying around!).

Next, pick a word for the new year and print over the old sheets with outlined letters (choose “no fill” and “outline” in the text editor. I use Pages, but Microsoft Word also works.).

Then use crayons, markers, paint, etc to color in any which a way, cut out, and stick somewhere to brighten, remind, and guide you into 2017!

Happy New Year, and cheers to old things made new. 🙂

Ice Cream for Dinner

ice cream forever

*All true stories brought to you by person who needs laughter (and ice cream) to extinguish the fiery pain.

How to be THE freak show at a Physical Therapy consultation/session:

1) Tell them your body is basically broke for no specific reason: muscle spasm in neck/shoulder, scoliosis, lingering acute carpal tunnel syndrome and plantar fasciitis, and had two babies “oh, but your kids are old enough to be at school during the day, right?”

2) Tell them you are a stay at home mom AND you homeschool so, “Ermagad, you are with your kids 24/7! Wow, thats amazing! So much respect! Continuing to talk in loud voice to maintain level of enthusiasm from first exclamation! Haha, you’re laugh/crying!”

3) Accidentally wear the stupid, holey, sweatpants (or “joggers” as the cool kids say) wth a tear (small) over the right side of your bum (plus contrast underpants!) that you continue to wear because you are cheap and try to strategically keep covered with oversized tops. Trick fail when you have to display broken body problems for assessment in sports bra.

Oh, theres so much more, but I don’t know if you can handle the “but your body isn’t normal” story. Thank you, PT!

Whats that? You want to know know about the rest of my day?


Car would not start in the morning because Roenne left her seat light on and battery was dead, had to get uber (may explain high blood pressure reading).

John did not understand text message requesting pick up from appointment because: curse of autocorrect. 2nd uber.

Discovery: John forgot to feed kids lunch! Uh oh, gonna be late for play date at Exploritorium.

Had to walk a mile (round trip) to ATM to pay for parking, because the ATM in museum was broken.

Did I mention I took the kids to the most popular childrens museum in SF during summer?

When better to run away from home and have ice cream for dinner, I ask you? And then go shopping for new sweatpants so as not to shame yourself in your multiple follow up PT appointments?

Moral of the story: If in doubt, follow your prehistoric instincts to survive and look good.

Keeping the Romance Alive

imageOh, you know just geeking out at the Hunger Games exhibit while the babies are at summer camps. No big deal. imageEeeek. Are the odds in my favor? imageWhat? NOOOOOOO! Not you!imageI volunteer!

I didn’t know it could be so fun to blow $100! $50 for two adult tickets and………image imageJohn insisted on buying the overpriced “you guys are suckers” goodies. And though my cheap Asian pride was loathe to admit it…..they were OH so worth it! Behold:image


Yes, I know….I completely married up. What a gem.

How To Accidentally Love Life


The girls are playing Barbies. Wish we had those Barbie 2.0’s, but alas, we only have 5 years old “will probably cause body image issues” Barbies. Future therapy aside, yes, it’s as hilarious as you know my girls to be.

Over the years I’ve learned, you can’t make kids have imaginary play, you can only give them the margin to find those moments on their own.  To the uninformed viewer, this might be mistaken for unapologetically selfish, alone time for mom (me), where I can be found sipping coffee on the couch within convenient overhearing distance from the bedroom to whence the kids have been banished for “play time,” but to those leaning toward this view:

  1. all the not-moms can take a hike (with all due respect)
  2. critical moms probably have mommy guilt over something that needs be dealt with (again, respect, all the things)

When put into the context of our jam-packed Saturday through Wednesday, I think the stumbled upon arrangement just makes sense:

  • soccer practices/games
  • taekwondo
  • school work
  • weekend fun (parties, adventures, visitors)
  • cleaning day (all skate for changing/washing sheets, dusting, mopping, etc)
  • weekly grocery trip
  • cooking prep (for the week)
  • classes
  • other

I keep thinking Thursdays will be the day we make use of our family membership to Cal Academy, but we seem to always end up just staying home and “doing nothing.”

Essentially, the moral of this story is quite simple: if by the mercy of the schedule gods you find yourself “doing nothing” and loving it, and especially overhearing brilliant Barbie imaginary play, for the LOVE, hug, grasp, lounge alllllll over it, AND use the brain power for doing it on purpose, again. I’m calling it “project: do nothing,” but as this blog post is the proof, building in this time allows space for creativity, joy, rest, coffee, so, obvi: good stuff.

In other words, you don’t have to schedule the “good stuff” per say, you should leave blank space to give your mind, heart, and body a chance to intuitively fill in unanticipated needs. I think you’ll be happy to find yourself writing or just reflecting over a cup of coffee while listening to happy kid noises (you know, when they aren’t trying to kill each other).

Roenne, aka “Cinderella” Barbie: blah blah blah (whiny, complaining noises)

Arden, Barbie name unknown: STOP! (Pause) uh, Cinderella, I love you, but please don’t do that anymore

R: blah blah blah (more of the same whining)

A: I’m sorry, but if you don’t stop that I have to give you a spanking

I find it fascinating that Barbie Roenne is acting out and Barbie Arden is adulting. Jr psychologist thoughts: I think they are projecting what they want most: Roenne freedom to behave badly (instead of being responsible), and Arden wants to be grown up.

Did you notice that the Barbies are naked? I don’t even know.

And so ends this not so professional analysis of doing nothing for all the somethings.