Comversations with a toddler!!

Lyla has is a chatter box like her mother. Sometimes iI can't believe the things she says. Here are a few of our conversations:


yesterday she woke up late from her nap, around 5:30.
At 8:00 (her usual bed time) I say
Me : Lyla , it is time to start getting ready for bed.
her: But mom, I just did
Me: you just did what Lyla
her: I just woke up from my nap
I guess she has a sense of time now


Lyla: mom, you are a "plincess"
Me: Oh really, so where is my prince then?
Lyla: I am going to look for your prince
minutes later
Lyla: Mom, is daddy a prince?
Me; no honey, daddy is a frog (I said not even knowing she was paying any attention)
Lyla: Oh

days later daddy comes to pick her up, I open the door and she says: Hi daddy frog!
daddy looks clueless at me. I pretend that I have I have no idea what she is talking about. Inside I am laughing!


We are at church and everybody is quit
Lyla says loudly: Mom, are you happy?
everybody laughs
I whisper: yes baby, mommy is happy
Lyla,: good mommy, Lyla happy too!!!
My heart smiles!


ME: Lyla do what some juice
Lyla: I would love to mommy

So proper my little girl


ME: Lyla lie down, I need to put your pull up on
Lyla: big girls don't lie down mommy.
Me: sorry honey, mommy forgot
She is a big girl indeed!


She spent the day after Thanksgiving at her dad's house. I took advantage to decorate the house. Next day when she arrived, she looked at everything and said: Wow mommy, Santa is everywhere. I love it.... that made my day, she noticed my hard work


I was doing my makeup Lyla comes in and says: Mommy, what are you doing?
Me; mommy is doing her make up.
Her: Can I watch?
she than opened my makeup bas and picks up the eye shadow, blush, power... and asks one by one: what's dat for? can I try.? i explain to her and pretend to put some on her... she looks at the mirror and says: "We are so pletty"!

She also copies everything that daddy does. She was rubbing a soft toy on her face.
Me; what are you doing Lyla?
her: I am shaving mommy, like daddy
(she was pretending that her toy was daddy electric shaver)

I was out of town for 5 days, I told her I was going on a trip
She went to pick me up at the airport and the first thing she said: I wanna see your trip mommy
Me: Baby, trip is not a thing that you see
Lyla now crying: Mommy, I wanna see that big "trip" ... pointing to the airplane
ahahahah

At bed time
Me: good night baby
Lyla crying: I want to stay with mommy
Me; honey mommy is at the living room, it is night night time
Lyla: Lyla dont want mommy to leave
me: I will never leave you lyla, I am right there
Lyla: lyla never leave mommy too
needless to say that I stayed until she feel asleep

our favorite conversation:

me: love you Lyla
Lyla: Love you mommy

"Time, time wont leave me as I am".

And for that I am gratful. Time has changed me, changed me for forever. Time healed my broken heart and gave me a new grown up one that is ready to take risks even if it means that it might be broken again. With time my tears dried up, my fears subsided, my hope renewed and at the end of the day I am okay again. Not great, but okay again. Of course I rather feel great, but okay is better than broken and hurt . So today I celebrate being okay, good even. One year ago there was a death, a death of a beautiful love I once felt. That beautiful love that once built me up became a prison. I did not know how not to love, how to forget, there was no option but to hope for a renew, for a happy ending, to fight even if it meant I was a one woman army! . Amazing thing the power of the truth. The truth sat me free!!!! It took a few words of confession coming out of his mouth and the death began from within me. I have no words to describe how I felt. It is like that Seal's song: "then the rainstorm came over me, and I felt my spirit break" . It broke in a million tinny pieces. I was broken, but free. Free not to love anymore, free of the guessing, the wondering, free from the waiting and the hoping, free to start to heal!!!




I realized that is better to be broken than to live fearing the fall. Caught midair trying to stay standing.



"Through the rainstorm came sanctuary
And I felt my spirit fly..."

And healing came, came with time. I stared at the pieces at the floor and had no idea how to put them together. They no longer fit the way they once were, it had to be something new. And the process begun and I did not do it alone. I could not have done it alone. In this past year I was held together by the glue of friendship, love and faith. I am humbled by the devotion of my friends. My family was there for me, but from far away. My friends got their hands dirty and started remolding the clay with me. The broken pieces melted together, some had to be left behind, news ones were added on, some are still missing... the result my friends is a new kind of beauty and happiness. I am grateful to be this broken vase put together in a strange but unique way.





I remembering waking up one year ago and I could hardly breath and today I woke up to an ordinary day, with many things to do, many places to go. Just ordinary, maybe one day extraordinary ... who knows! All I know is that I am not free falling. I hit the ground and by God's grace I came back up. And the process continues: falling, picking my self up, breaking and rebuilding, crying and laughing...

I've been waiting for my dreams
To turn into something
I could believe in
And looking for that
Magic rainbow
On the horizon
I couldn't see it
Until I let go
Gave into love and watched all the bitterness burn
Now I'm coming alive
Body and soul
And feelin' my world start to turn
And I'll taste every moment
And live it out loud
I know this is the time,
This is the time
To be more than a name
Or a face in the crowd
I know this is the time
This is the time of my life
Time of my life

Holding onto things that vanished
Into the air
Left me in pieces
But now I'm rising from the ashes
Finding my wings
And all that I needed
Was there all along
Within my reach
As close as the beat of my heart

So I'll taste every moment
And live it out loud
I know this is the time,
This is the time to be
More than a name
Or a face in the crowd
I know this is the time
This is the time of my life
Time of my life

And I'm out on the edge of forever
Ready to run
I'm keeping my feet on the ground
My arms open wide
My face to the sun

I'll taste every moment
And live it out loud
I know this is the time,
This is the time to be
More than a name
Or a face in the crowd
I know this is the time
This is the time of my life
Time of my life
More than a name
Or a face in the crowd
This is the time
This is the time of my life.
This is the time of my life.

My "big girl" Lyla!

My little Lyla is so grown up... OMG, I can't believe how fast everything is going, I want to slow it down... I am afraid that this is it for me and I am so busy with life and not enjoying enough every stage. She is potty trained now (with accidents here and there off coarse , especially when it comes to number 2). She wears a pull up to sleep and nap, and if I go somewhere for too long that I am not sure about the restrooms. She loves wearing panties ans she knows where she get them and she must choose the one she will wear everyday. She no longer uses her pacifier. She loved that thing and to be honest I miss it too.I put it off for as long as I could , I though ti would be very hard, but it very simple. I told her that her baby cousin in Brazil needed a paci if she wanted to give hers up for him. I repeated over and over and one day she bought into the idea. We packed the up and "sent" to Brazil. She still asks here and there and I remind what we did and she says OH, now I remember ! lol She is a very happy child, plays well independently, listen when i am talking to her (most of the time). She is a talker like me, she sound so grown up these days. We have long and funny conversations. She tells me that I am funny and pretty. She loves everything girly. Loves to pretend she is putting make up on when I am getting ready. Walks around with my high hills and purses. I gave her a chap stick and she tells everybody: look at me, i look "pletty" with my lipstick on!!!! She is not shy, talks with everybody , everywhere. She has a fantastic memory, has memorized most of her favorite books. I tell her one thing and I don't even know if she paying any attention and the next day she repeats it (got be careful). She is in love with dinosaurs and robots. She loves Toy story . The other day I rented the movie and we watched together in a cold raining Sunday afternoon. Priceless!!!!! She is a leader, i see her at the daycare and she is always leading some kind of pretend play and the kids follow her. She adores music and sings all the time, she makes up lyrics and it just hilarious. Loves coloring, cooking with me, dancing, taking care of her babies... She is my shopping partner and when I ask her what she things about an item i want to buy she says: I think it is "pletty" mommy, Lyla like it. We are always on the go and she does wonderfully on restaurants and other public places (with a time limitation of coarse). Her hair is pretty long but she lets me fix it any way I want, she sits there watching tv or reading a book and I go crazy with hair bands and bows . She is not a good sleeper, she has never been and I've made peace with it. Next I will turn her cribinto a big girl bad and redo our bedroom. Slowly but surely, All things baby are disappearing from my house . my heart aches sometimes wondering if she will ever be a big sister. With the many announcements of baby number 2 lately these feeling have surfaced again. She would be a big sister, I am sure of it... she is a wonderful daughter and I love her to pieces, oh how I love her! and she loves me back, she tells me so, everyday!!!!!!!! my big girl, my Lyla

GREAT NEWS

His visa was approved. I am so relieved, I am so thankful that God heard my prayers. He is good to me!!!!!!! Thank you for being there for me. I can finally let out a huge sigh of relief.


For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Jeremiah 29:11

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