We have been blessed with the ability to live in one of the busiest cities in the U.S.. For the most part, I love living in NYC. There truly is always something to do if you’re looking. We really take the name of the city that never sleeps to heart. That being said, I probably haven’t done like 85% of the things that one would expect when you live in a city this big. I’ve never been to a broadway show, I can’t remember if I’ve been to the statue of liberty, & I’ve only been in Times Square after midnight because I used to work in one of the stores there. I feel like I was a pretty sheltered child. I didn’t REALLY start to experience the magic of the city until I was old enough to venture there alone. I’m pretty sure thats common growing up here.
I was taking the subway alone by the time I was 12, maybe younger. My brother and I would take the train and the bus, from our house to my grandmas house on the weekends. Back then I don’t think it was that abnormal to see young children on the train alone. At 12 I was probably the size of a 9/10 year old, but I still remember taking that trip when the time came. It was no big deal. It’s never felt like a big deal especially living here, until I had children of my own.
My children, the rough and tough NYC babies that they are, have never been on the train.
Granted, Zayn is only 1 1/2, but RJ is approaching 5 and hasn’t stepped foot on a subway platform. Interestingly enough they’re both fascinated with the subway and trains, despite having never been on one. We have been to plenty of places that warranted a train ride, and that most people would use public transportation to get to. Still nope, all the nopes. We actually go to Manhattan, the busiest city with the worst parking almost every weekend. It is always by car.
Something (everything) about motherhood has caused my anxiety to reach higher heights.
I remember once when my brother and I took the train with my mother, my brother was looking out the window. His foot brushed against this lady’s pants, and all hell broke loose. My mom and that lady almost got into a fight on the train because of his foot touching her raggedy pants leg. I know my children, and I know where their excitement level is going to be through the roof. Just off the strength of trying something new. Ain’t nobody got time for that. I just think about the amount of people, the general annoyed mood of people on public transportation and my oldest childs carefree and happy spirit. I don’t want the experience to be a bad one, for any of us.
Part of me knows I shouldn’t OVER shelter them, but the mama bear part of me just wants to maintain the innocence. Honestly, now that they are both older than stroller age, we’ll most likely start venturing into the city by train since it’s getting warmer. But I still have anxiety about it.
I’m just going to admit it, whenever people ask me for potty training tips I struggle. More often than not I tell people I didn’t even potty train RJ, he basically did it himself. He was a very easy child on the potty front and it came to him quickly. He hated the feeling of wet underwear and within a course of 2/3 days he had very few accidents before he decided that the wet undie life was not for him. There are hundreds of resources out there that tell you how and when to potty train but mom to mom, my son was potty trained in 3 days, IF that. I felt absolutely no stress during the process and I was SO proud of how quick he got it. I’m just here to share with you guys what worked for me.
Are you the parent that wants to celebrate every single holiday? I seriously love holidays, and even though I don’t care much for receiving gifts, I love giving people things that make them smile! Now that RJ is getting a little older he’s into getting creative! This past Christmas was the first time he was excited about making cookies for Santa and the reindeer! SO of course now, I want to do all the holidays!
I think people have a love/hate relationship with Peeps. Is it just me or do all the colors taste different even though they’re pretty much the same exact thing? I used to be able to bust some Peeps DOWN when I was younger but now I can handle like one or two before I can’t do it anymore, too marshmallowy! This super cute idea for Peeps Bunny Cupcakes is kid friendly even for preschoolers! Super easy and you don’t have to be a master baker (of which I am not!) to make this cute Easter Treat! I use box cupcakes (though my mom could probably bake up something amazing for this!) and can frosting because my kids don’t care about the specifics THAT MUCH.
It was JUST Christmas and now here we are, planning the next holiday. I love giving gifts, and I love the excitement of any holiday. Call me a sucker but I’ll celebrate ALL the days in the name of making my children smile.
What we NOT finna do though is have tons of candy in my house. It’s a fight to get RJ to brush his teeth regularly. So any holiday that involves candy (and of course he only likes the chewy sticky kind) we have to find alternatives. Not to mention they have enough energy on their own, they don’t need the assistance of sugar. Since Easter is a little over a month away, I wanted to share some ideas with you for things you can fill your little boys Easter basket with that won’t have them making more dentist visits than required.
The Russo brothers have been STINGY ok?! If no one else has said it I will! haha. Up until today we have had very little glimpse of Avengers: Endgame. I mean, we could all speculate what the movie would be about. We already know that Captain Marvel is going to basically save the entire world. But since Thanos snapped his fingers and dusted half the population, we’ve all been left with our mouths hanging open and our eyes wide. I have been WAITING. And this morning, Marvel finally blessed us with the Official Trailer for Avengers: Endgame.
If you’re side-eyeing my post from the title then, this ain’t for you booboo. Feel free to visit one of my other amazing posts (I have some pretty good things up about Aladdin & apologizing to my children). This posts is for the people who are wondering the exact thing about my title. Is Stitch Fix for black girls? Do they have pieces I’m going to like? Are they going to fit my body type? Do they have prices that are affordable?I’m here to answer ALL the things for you, sis!
I am a mom to 2 young and ENERGETIC little boys. So mall trips are few and far between. And even before I had kids I’m going to just put it out there and admit it, I love clothes but I haters shopping. The messiness of the mall triggers my anxiety. I have always been an online shopper/returner. It’s definitely how I’m most comfortable buying my clothes.
We live in the age of overshare. Everyone wants you to know what they’re doing, how and why they’re doing it and then convince you that you need to do it too. Along with that comes the trolls, the opinions no one asked for and the people who just have too much time on their hands. Parenting is one of the topics that come across my feeds often. Being someone who writes in the parenting niche my feeds are full of moms, bloggers and not. Unfortunately, that comes with seeing way too many sad stories involving children. My heart breaks a little bit every single day with some of the stories that I come across.
Daycare abuse, boyfriends killing their girlfriends children and bullying are all too common news titles today. But the stories that always break my heart: child suicide. And one that especially triggered me a couple weeks ago, was concerning a young girl who hanged herself, at 9 after an argument with her mom. As a parent I can only imagine what it’s like to find you child took their own life. I can also imagine the million and one thoughts that went through that moms head as she replayed the last moments she spent with her daughter.
Spring is finally almost here and I am ready for the warmer weather. Spring isn’t exactly my favorite season, but it’s a tie between second and third because its always freaking raining. As a mama of two under 5 (whew!) I am constantly looking for rainy day activities to keep those two little boys entertained. I’ve come up with a couple of different ways we like to spend our rainy days in the city.
I still think the boys are kind of young for “big” museums, and at 4 and 1 they have absolutely no indoor voices. We tend to stick to children museums (Brooklyn is our favorite) or pop ups that are kid friendly. The boys loved the Museum of Pizza and i had an amazing time at Mickey the True Original. Places that are kid friendly and interactive are always at the top of our lists.
When the second trailer for Aladdin dropped and we got the first “live” look at the genie, boy was the internet talking!! Everyone had something to say, as usual. In Entertainment Weekly’s first look, everyone was mad that Will Smith wasn’t blue. Then when we finally got to see him blue, the internet was BIG MAD. People complained that the CGI was horrible, that he looked creepy, and that he wouldn’t live up to Robin Williams’ genie.
Today friends, the official trailer dropped for Disney’s Aladdin.
I had no idea if I was going to be able to get into a showing of Captain Marvel this weekend. Ya’ll know I’m a procrastinator so I foolishly didn’t purchase any tickets in advance and left my marvel viewing up to fate. Luckily Jesus was on my side and my grandmother is amazing so she watched the babies last night while we went to an 8pm showing.
The controversy around Captain Marvel and Brie Larson was at a HIGH before opening weekend even started. Carol Danvers is the MCU’s first female to have a solo lead. “We” DESERVED. Some people didn’t feel the same. There has been controversy and bad reviews long before the movie hit theaters. Somehow, Captain Marvel got placed under the feminism umbrella, and I honestly don’t feel like it should have.
Captain Marvel isn’t just for women/girls.
From the moment I became pregnant with my first child I knew I wanted to be a breastfeeding mama. I always wanted to do what I felt was the best for my child and breastfeeding was at the top of that list. I’m a reader y’all. So when the time came, I was reading all the articles and researching all the things. If I was about to take this on I knew I had to approach it in a factual matter. Breastfeeding turned out to be one of the hardest parts of new mom life I took on. BOTH TIMES.
But from the outside looking in, your probably wouldn’t have been able to tell. I never complained when RJs latch was so bad it split my nipple open. You never would have known that I got thrush on both nipples with Zayn and whenever it was time to latch it looked like we were waiting to jump in the rope for double dutch. You know the move. Back and forth. Back and forth. Pacing yourself until its finally the right moment to JUST JUMP IN. I cried whenever he finally did latch. I’m not going to sugarcoat it for y’all and say it was easy because it was HARD. But I took it all in stride because the benefits, the bond, the moments I were not in pain were some of the most amazing moments I’ve shared with my sons to date.
So when it was time to wean I knew it wasn’t going to be easy.
What I didn’t know, was who it was going to be the hardest for. Trust me both times, as soon as the boys turned 1 I started to get flooded with the “when are you going to wean him?”questions. My body, that I was already sharing with another person (and had been for almost two years) suddenly became everybody else’s business. Everybody for whatever reason seemed to be so pressed on me stopping, even though there are proven benefits to extended breastfeeding. Still I persevered. And believe me when I say, there were times when I questioned my decision and just wanted my body back. I wondered if I was still benefitting them or just doing it because I didn’t want to deal with the middle of the night screaming that would surely come with night weaning.
But like every other part of motherhood, the decision to wean came easiest when I was making it for myself.
And heads are probably rolling in the breastfeeding community with the title of this post alone. Cold turkey weaning for a breastfed child is looked at as the equivalent to a torture chamber. But it worked for my boys. It worked for me. Everyone is happy. I stopped breastfeeding cold turkey and I don’t feel guilty about it at all.