6 Months

Aaaaand…we’re here! Half a year suddenly flashed before our eyes in what felt like a millisecond and an eternity all at the same time.

Josephine Ella, the babe who steals our hearts every single time she smiles, laughs, and even when she passes gas. At 14 lbs, 12 oz and a whopping 25 inches, she’s a petite little thing just like her parents. Still no sign of teeth, but I swear some days she’s got the irritability of a child cutting four teeth at once. Undoubtedly a morning person, she babbles up a storm in utter excitement before the sun even rises. She wants everything in her mouth all at once. Her favorites include cold granite countertops, tissue paper, fingers, yoga mat, and mommy’s blanket. The only thing guaranteed to calm her down on her worst days is being in mommy’s arms. She sleeps soundly at night tucked in between mommy and daddy, and dreads the day when we decide it’s time for her to sleep in her crib. Solid foods and sitting up are the next big steps. She hates putting clothes on, being alone, and long car rides. She loves being outdoors, belly raspberries from daddy, and cuddling to sleep. Sweet and gentle, needy and stubborn. That’s our girl, and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

P.S. Chris and I also get an adequate amount of sleep most nights. Progress, hooray! 🙂

The Hardest Part About Being a Stay At Home Parent

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It’s not the interrupted slumber every single night. It’s not the early morning wake up calls in the form of small feet kicking your face. It’s not the half eaten sandwich left on the kitchen table to tend to tired cries. It’s not even the piles of soiled clothes that, although tiny, can somehow add up faster than the washer and dryer cycles. 

It’s really the battle in my head, the one that internalizes self-worth based on what society tells me I should be doing versus what I am actually doing. It’s the sinking feeling I get of “losing another day” when the most I’ve done is change 6 diapers and wash a quarter of the dishes in the sink. It’s the idea that I feel fulfilled in life only when I have something concrete to show for it, whether that be a Master’s degree or a paycheck or even a ticket to another country. Since I’m neither attending school or pursuing some type of career abroad at the moment, two things that I could have sworn I’d be doing at 23, this feeling of discontentment creeps up on me and suddenly I feel conflicted. I’m running around like a madman day in and day out, yet it seems like nothing ever gets done. Am I doing anything with my life?


The hardest part about being a stay at home parent is forgetting about the pressures society dictates to me and actually appreciating being with my daughter. I’ve always had a tendency to think about what I could be doing instead of the current task at hand, and a desire to reach for something different elsewhere. It doesn’t help that I have incredibly itchy feet, and staying put is a very difficult concept for me. While it isn’t terrible to thirst for different things in life, the illusion that I am actually devoid of something can compromise my ability to be the best parent I can be. Spending time with my daughter becomes spending time feeling useless, which leads to ineffective parenting.


There are many difficulties that come with parenting and staying at home day in and day out with your child(ren). By the same token, there are many unparalleled joys that come with staying at home with your little one. I wake up every morning after Chris leaves to his 10-hour-a-day job. As I lie in bed thinking about what a long day we both have ahead of us, the first thing I see is a silhouette of our daughter’s small hands, outlined with the warm shades of crack-of-dawn sunrise. She opens her hands, wiggles her fingers, grabs her left hand with her right, and raises her feet into her fingertips. She looks on in wonder, intrigued at what her ever growing body and brain are capable of doing. She turns her head, catches my stare, and beams at me with her toothless, gummy smile. Every morning, it is in this very moment that ‘problem’ suddenly becomes miniscule. I’m overtaken by simple pleasure of seeing my daughter’s excitement that another day has arrived. To witness tender moments like this each day is a luxury not many parents can afford. I’m incredibly blessed, and even that is an understatement.


Being a stay-at-home parent is still very difficult, but like many things in life, it’s a learning process.
The lesson I’m learning these days, as I have my daughter velcro’d onto me, is to be still.  To truly stay in the moment with her as she learns to navigate this new world in her blossoming vessel of a body. To guide her when she’s overwhelmed by the smells, tastes, sounds and sensations that both excite and frighten her. To discipline myself to focus on what truly matters. Slowly but surely, I’m dismissing this idea of paychecks and degrees equating to self-worth, and realizing that being in the moment with my daughter is what makes life worth living.


Today, as I walk out to the front yard, I hold Jojo in my arms and begin to point out all the herbs and plants in the garden. Even in her fussiest moments, simply walking outside instantly soothes her. Mint, basil, cilantro, lavendar, jasmine...she reaches out to touch the plants in earnest curiosity as a look of wonder washes over her chubby little face, a look I get to see everyday. I have the privilege of introducing her to the smallest wonders of this world, and I wouldn’t trade that in for anything.

Are you or have you been a stay at home parent? Do you have any words of encouragement or stories to share? I would love to hear them ~

Free L.A.: Museum Day @ LACMA

Let me share a secret about myself: I’m a bit of an agoraphobic. Crowds of people make me uneasy. The different paces and directions at which people move and the lack of space make me want to jump out of my skin and float away. Add a stroller on top, and I forget how to move my limbs. Moving to L.A. doesn‘t necessarily ease symptoms of my phobia. 

BUT, I also love free things. And museums. And on free museum day in L.A., the Los Angeles County Museum of Art (LACMA) had free general admission, so I sucked up my agoraphobia and headed straight into the crowd to enjoy the wonders within (and around) those walls.

Heizer’s “Levitated Mass”

Upon entering, the LACMA sets itself apart with iconic outdoor installations free for the public to admire. Palm trees surround the premise and create an adjacent line to Michael Heizer’s humongous boulder, “Levitated Mass” which hangs over a walkway, casting a symbolic silhouette over the entrance. Anyone who has ever visited this boulder has taken a picture like this:

Our dear friend, Jessie



At the other entrance, you can waltz right into Chris Burden’s “Urban Light,” a cluster of 202 old street lamps that also make for excellent photo opportunities both day and night. 

Burden’s “Urban Light”


If you make it past the the hoo-rah outdoors, you’ll find tons of fun things to look at – anything from contemporary and modern art (the kind of stuff that makes you wonder how and why) to Mexican cinema. To be honest, I weaved through two floors until I could barely see my own feet amidst the crowd, which is when I started hinting to Chris and our friend that it was time to go.

But I couldn’t leave without seeing my personal favorite, Burden’s “Metropolis II”, a large installation of a children’s fantasy toy city. The metropolis is comprised of buildings and roads made of wood blocks and steel parts nostalgic of the Legos and Lincoln Logs we used to play with in kindergarten. Small scale architectural wonders like the Eiffel Tower and Tal Mahal are interspersed throughout the urban jungle. With a push of a button, hundreds of hot wheel cars and trains weave around the the many buildings, filling the room with the soft rumble of tiny spinning wheels along with the crowd’s oohs and aahs. This installation is so good, I’m going to forego sharing a photo here in hopes of persuading you to visit. Pictures won’t do it justice anyways. 

All in all, Jojo had an amazing, fuss-free experience staring at the multitudes of peoples and artwork while we got to spend some valuable family and friend time. That, to me, is a good great day. Oh, and it was free!