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11 May 2008 

For All You Do...
 
For all the dirty diapers and all the butts you’ve cleaned
For sleeping a couple of hours and making it to work still
For being calm and collected in the middle of crying fits
For having your favorite shirt ruined when your baby spits
For filling your baby’s tummy with good yummy milk
For loving and being loved without questioning it
For this and much more Mommy, you deserve more than one day but since you only get one…Happy Mothers Day. 

                          A short poem created and dedicated by Team Yummy-Yummy

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04 May 2008 
I am not at my pre-wedding weight and I am not wearing the latest fashions, believe me when I tell you skinny jeans are out of the question and that's O.K.  For a very, very long time, my weight and how I felt about myself were a constant source of grief.  I dieted non-stop (Atkins, south beach, cleansings and vegetarianism) were some of my tactics; none of which worked.  I would lose some weight and then it would all be back.   

I had always worried about becoming pregnant thinking that I was going to become as big and wide as the Pacific Ocean, if not wider.  To my amazement I did not.  I did gain weight, but while pregnant I became more concerned with my baby than with myself.  It was also really surprising how fast I lost the baby weight (of course not eating and not sleeping surely played a part in this).  Some people have even told me I look better now than before I had the baby, go figure…no pun intended.
 This was only the beginning. 

Today, my weight is really not all that important and neither are a bunch of other little things which used to torture me.  I thank God that my little girl came into my life, because she has given me PERSPECTIVE.  Being a Mami has made me stronger, more optimistic, patient and happier than I ever thought would be possible.   I’m no longer waging a war against the mirror or against myself.  I now embrace who I am and I am set on letting my daughter know that she is beautiful and that she is strong, no matter what or who may come her way.

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22 Apr 2008 

Fatherhood. It is still difficult for me to even wrap my head around it. I am now a Father. What a glorious yet terrifying idea!
Somehow, for some reason, God saw it fit to grant me the duty of raising a child, a little girl, no less. This could get ugly.

On August 2nd, 2007, Viana was brought into the world, and since then, nothing has been the same. It felt surreal to hold my daughter for the first time, like I had known her my whole life.
I was very naïve to think that I could prepare myself for Fatherhood. Everyday has been an absolute adventure, filled with perfect moments of awe. The kind of moment that forces you to keep your mouth shut, and just take everything in. It’s been in these moments, that my little girl has taught me about God.
I have never experienced God in the way that I’ve been able to these last few months and I can only pray that it continues. In the delivery room, as she emerged, I felt transported to that majestic moment of Creation, when God brought forth the world. Never did I feel more connected to the first chapter of the Book of Genesis. Just as God created me, in His image, I have created in my own. Was the Face of God staring back at me, as I cradled her? With that thought I was immediately transported to Bethlehem, and saw a young girl, named Mary, holding a child, destined for greatness, but at that moment, needing only love.

I wonder how many of those moments I have let slip by in my lifetime. How many times has God revealed Himself to me but I was too busy, too tired, too whatever, to see? How many times have I seen the Face of God, and looked the other way? The answer is saddening but my daughter has taught me that the answer can change. Wise beyond her years, I would say (Okay, months).

My little girl, thank God I found you.
 

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