Halloween Night


My little Ewok ❤

This Halloween was my baby’s first time Trick-or-Treating. We told ourselves, since he’s only 17 months old, we would only do a couple of houses. We ended up walking the whole road, but since not all houses gave out candy, I think we ended up going to about less than 10 doors.

Sadly, my shyness kept me from going with my son to the doors, but my SO gave me many details about how our baby reacted. On the first house, he tried going inside haha! After that, he was extremely shy. Only looked at the person opening the door and not taking the candy they were handing to him. My SO had to take the candy himself, which he didn’t feel comfortable doing, but he didn’t have much of a choice haha. The only times my baby approached the door more was when there was a dog in the doorway. He would try to touch the dog and not pay attention to the person handing him candy haha!

After walking back home, we had a few errands to make so we kept my son in his costume (he was way too cute to get him out after so little time) and went to the mall. There, I showed him to a friend at work and she thought he was so cute he needed a cookie haha. We spent about an hour at the mall, which was way more than needed at first, because almost every boutique would stop us to ask if they could give candy to our son. At first my baby was still shy and not sure how to react, but once he understood he could take candy out of the buckets, there was no stopping him. We must’ve spent 10-15 minutes at almost every boutique because he wouldn’t stop taking candy out of the buckets! It was so hilarious. He would take one out, if he had two in his hands he would put one back in, and give it to either me or my SO or the salesperson.

It wasn’t quite the Halloween I was hoping for my son, but it was still very fun and hilarious. He had fun so that’s what counts! I’m already looking forward to next year!


How did you spend your Halloween?

Until Next Time!

Young Mom ❤

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It’s a Little Early for the Terrible Twos

For the last couple of days, my dear angel of a baby has decided to try out his devil side. And he seems to be enjoying it a bit too much for my taste. It may be because his upper canines are trying to pop out. Hopefully that’s the reason; if so, I’m looking forward to them coming out so we can have peace again.

It all started last Thursday at lunch. He decided to throw his food on the ground. He used to do that, but only when he was done and he’d stop when I said “no” or “stop”. That day, he took three bites and threw everything else on the ground. If I dared tell him “no” he would throw even more on the floor.

After lunch, I was trying to change his clothes (he was still in his pajamas), but he did not want to change clothes. He was slapping me in the face while I was trying to take his shirt off, so I laid him down. His backup attack? Kicking me, of course! It must have taken me a good 10 minutes to get him out of his pajamas and into his clothes.

Afterwards he just kept doing everything he’s not supposed to do. He knows he’s not supposed to touch certain things or go certain places, but he just insisted on making me say “no” to him a thousand times. I got so fed up and tired of battling with him that I put him in his bed with water and a book for a good half hour. I even closed his door so he wouldn’t see me in the living room and demand to get out.

He’s only 15 months old, but I think he’s starting to give us a taste of the dreaded “Terrible Twos”.


Until Next Time!

Young Mom ❤

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My baby is 1 year old!

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Last Friday, on the 30th of May, my baby boy turned 1 year old. It’s so incredible how the year flew by. So many struggles buried under many more joyous moments. It’s been one whole year since I’ve given birth to my precious baby boy. It still feels like it was yesterday. I still get scared that he’ll just stop breathing while he’s sleeping. I still go check on him before going to bed, to make sure he’s o.k. I’m still terribly scared I’ll wake up one day and realize it was all just a dream. That this whole year hasn’t happened and that I don’t have my baby boy. I even still have a hard time believing this is my baby. My little boy that I gave birth to. Me, that still marvels at the fact that I’m not a teenager anymore.

It’s so strange how this little human being can change your life in such a huge way. There are so many things that used to matter so much to me and now they just seem pointless. I used to worry about what everyone would think of me if I had a baby so young. Yes, I wanted to have a baby at 21 years old. Yes, I decided to skip college and start a family. But there are so many people that judge young moms. When you see a young mom, you immediately think it was an accident. That she wasn’t careful enough. Nobody thinks that maybe, just maybe, it was her choice. That this little bundle of joy was actually wanted at that time in her life. Now, a year later, it doesn’t matter to me what people think. Yes, I’m a young mom. That’s what I wanted. I “sacrificed” a career to start my family young. I’ll have my career later. Plenty of time for that. But I want to be able to enjoy seeing my kids grow up. I don’t want to have to go back to work after only a year after giving birth because my career doesn’t let me spend more time at home raising my son. Anyways, I’m rambling.

My little bundle of joy has made me see the simplest joys in life and made me realize I was caring too much about small things.  I’m such a better person because of my son. I want to be a better person for my son. I want him to be able to grow up and say how cool his mom is, and how she teaches him wonderful lessons about life by just being a good example. I’m not saying I’ll be perfect. Of course there are those moments where you just can’t handle it anymore and you start screaming. But if I can have as few moments like that as I can, and more awesome moments, then I’ll dare consider myself a good mom.

Funny how we parents want to teach our children about life, and yet during their first years they’re the ones teaching us. Only one year has passed in this little man’s life and he already taught his mommy very valuable things that she’ll pass back to him when he’s older.


Until Next Time!

Young Mom ❤

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My Baby Boy

For my first official post, I would like to introduce my son. Image

Born on the 30th of May 2013, he weighed 9pounds 5ounces and mesured 21inches. He is now 5 months old, weighs about 18pounds 15ounces and mesures about 27inches.

He is a wonderfull, easy boy. Cries almost only when he’s fighting sleepy time. He seems to like to discover new things. When we show him something new he stares at it as if he was trying to figure out its secrets. He also likes when we make sounds or say words slowly while he tries to mimick what our mouth does. He can almost say papa and/or mama. Right now he says baba, but doesn’t seem to connect that sound to someone specifically.

I will be posting lots of little stories about him so get ready!

Until next time,

Young Mom♥

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