Learn the rules like a pro, so you can break them like an artist

At least that’s what Pablo Picasso said. He seemed to be pretty smart, so I’m taking his advice.

Check out the latest post I wrote on www.liesaboutparenting.com, because you know, parenting is all about lying, cheating and breaking the rules!



I’m just not ready

My youngest princess-ninja just turned 4 and I was not ready for it. Just the other day I was changing her diapers and today she’s asking me for privacy every time she needs to go potty.

I’m not ready to send her off to kindergarten, even though that’s 1 year away, but in mommy time it’s really 5 minutes.

I’m not ready for her to stop wanting to sleep in our bed, even though she has made a permanent dent on my ribs.

I’m not ready for her to stop playing Barbies and babies, even though I get on her nerves every time we play because I just can’t get their voices and accents right (obviously, they all come from different islands, each with their own exotic accent, and it’s not enough for her that I already speak with one).

I’m not ready for her to start being more independent, even though I try to teach her to be and secretly love that she won’t leave my side even when I’m in the bathroom.

I’m not ready for her to give up her tantrums, even though it makes the vein in my forehead want to pop, because I know that all she wants is my attention.

I’m not ready for her to start talking like a big kid, even though sometimes I don’t understand half of what she says, mainly because I don’t know if she’s speaking english, spanish or spanglish, but I’m pretty sure she makes up her own words most of the time.

So I sat down with her and tried to reach some sort of agreement.

I tried to convince her to stop growing so fast, because sooner rather than later she’ll be as tall as me and is going to take my clothes without my permission, but I’m really just not ready to stop shopping at The Children’s Place. And her response was:

“Well, then stop feeding me veggies and give me more candy.”

I asked her nicely to never, ever stop talking like a baby because it’s just so damn cute. And her response was:

“Can I PLEASE then stop going to school?”

I politely asked her if it was ok for us to pretend she was turning 2 instead of 4. And her response was:

“Don’t worry mami, I’ll still love you even when I’m 4. I’ll even love you when I turn 148.”

I tried to persuade her into choosing the nearest college so that she would never have to leave the house. I even went as low as telling her that I don’t ever go anywhere without her, so she should never go anywhere without me. And her response was:

“The reason you don’t go anywhere without me is because you have no social life.”

Ok, so I made the last one up, but it wouldn’t surprise me if she does say that when she understands what having a social life means.

Clearly, I was getting nowhere with this kid. So I did what every other mom in my predicament would do. I got pregnant. No, not really, I just went out and bought her a toy baby, because that’s what babies play with.

Isn't she a beauty?

Isn’t she a beauty?




musical beds

If you’re wondering how my Operation Polar Vortex went, well, let me tell you that it has now turned into a game of musical beds.

Day two: After my failed first day, I decided maybe it would be easier if I lay down next to one of them.  Oh this worked wonders! They woke up in their room, each in their own beds. And so did I, half of my body was hanging out of Itala’s bed. Surprisingly enough I did not wake up once.  My husband said he tried to wake me up, but I don’t believe him. I think he wanted the king size bed all to himself.

Day three: Let the games begin. I tucked them in, read them a story and prayed to dear God  they fall asleep before I do. I made it. They’re sleeping and I’m not! This is really exciting because this never, ever happens! So I tip toe back to my  bed. My big, cold, lonely, empty king sized bed. And I find myself no longer waiting for my husband to come home, but waiting for my daughters to come back into my bed. Luckily for me, one by one they start coming back. Yes :)

Day Four: We try this one more time. This time I wake up in my bed with Itala, and my husband in Itala’s bed. I’m pretty sure she coerced him into switching. This game of musical beds is now getting old.

Day Five:  Ughhhh who cares anymore!  Between a full-time job, kids, dinner, laundry, homework, bath time and all that jazz, I’m running on negative.  Get in girls!

My husband came home around 1 am. Kissed her three girls on their cheeks and climbed in.

I seriously need one

toddler middle