Thanksgiving Tamales and FaceTime Tears
This wasnβt the Thanksgiving we planned. No driving to Durham, no crowded table with three generations of Vasquez chaos, no Abuela Rosa sneaking Th...
This wasnβt the Thanksgiving we planned. No driving to Durham, no crowded table with three generations of Vasquez chaos, no Abuela Rosa sneaking Th...
Halloween during a pandemic requires some creative problem-solving. Since traditional trick-or-treating was off the table, we set up a candy chute ...
No party this year. Just us, a cake from the bakery down the street, and handmade cards that made me cry harder than any Instagram post ever could....
So this is happening. Sophieβs officially a 5th grader and Theoβs officially a kindergartner, and theyβre both officially sitting on my couch stari...
Three months ago, our backyard was just the place where Theo dug holes and I yelled at Marcus to fix the sprinkler timer. Now? Itβs our entire univ...
Ten years ago today, this little human made me a mama.
Marcus has officially entered his sourdough phase. Like every other person in America right now, he decided bread making was his calling. Unlike ev...
Twelve hours at the hospital. Twelve hours of holding other peopleβs hands, checking vitals, making sure everyone else was okay. I came home expect...
Today marks exactly one year since we drove to the Wake County SPCA and came home with this fluffy chaos machine.
Working from home while homeschooling seemed like a good idea in theory. Marcus had it all planned out - work calls in the morning, educational act...