Kya has officially been alive for half of a year! It seems really bittersweet. I want her to grow up and develop, but I also want her to stay a baby for as long as possible…then she poops in a diaper and I want her to grow up again. Continue readingTweet
Just like everything else in my life right now, doing Kya’s monthly updates has fallen behind, but that doesn’t mean that I’m going to let that stop me from getting in at least a full year of them before I stop Now technically if we were to go off of every four weeks in counting her age, she would be closer to six months old right now, but for the sake of keeping things easy, I’ve decided to change over on weeks on the 19th of every month. Continue readingTweet
All I can say is wow.
I have never in a million years had such an amazing support system…ever.
After I posted my last blog post in response to how downright shitty I felt after seeing the “Why I’d Hate to be Asian” video, I felt really embarrassed to have shared what I did. When I woke up the next morning I even had the urge to delete it, but before I could make my way downstairs to the computer I received 25 emails which were either personal emails from readers, notifications of comments on the blogpost, or responses on my Facebook on my phone.
I’m truly amazed and touched by all of the kind words, all of the relatable stories shared, and all of the effort that you all have put in to helping me maintain my sanity. I started this blog for myself, and really as much as everyone says that they are getting just as much out of it as I am, I still find that hard to believe, because I feel like the luckiest girl in the world to have as many new friends as I have found or that have found me.
After reading all the emails and comments I realized that this whole time that I’ve been feeling down on myself and the way I looked since being a small kid, the thing I was missing was a great support group. Back when I was younger I didn’t know how to express my feelings to anyone other than my parents. Every time I was bullied or called chink eyes, or someone tried to copy my eyes by using their fingers to pull at the outer corners of their own, I would run to my parents who to be completely honest weren’t much help. Don’t get my wrong, I love my parents and owe everything that I have to them, BUT just like any other person who doesn’t know exactly where you’re coming from, they couldn’t really help me the way I needed. Continue readingTweet
After I had my first kid I was was really surprised how much I had changed. Granted I was a teenager so of course the change was going to be drastic, but I still changed none-the-less. Then I had my second kid and was even more surprised at how much I changed. Gone were the days of looking put together and wearing suitable “going out in public” pants at least 5 days out of the week, having a spotlessly clean house and home made dinner ready on the table when the husband came home, and the biggest thing, being caught up on laundry on a regular basis.Tweet
As you guys know, I will drive a good distance for the right baby store. Even though I am so psyched that I found a great store that I absolutely love, I’m also bummed because it’s a drive for me…GOOD THING THEY HAVE AN ONLINE STORE TOO!
*This picture has nothing to do with the store…I just think it’s cute * Continue readingTweet