all mine

When in public, I am usually asked if the children are “all mine?” I have learned that this question has many connotations–good and bad. I think the questioner most often means, ‘am I the biological mother?’ They are intrigued by the small gaggle of four brown children. Which, as my blogging friend, Wendi, just posted… Continue reading all mine

letters from mom

To my sweet children, Uncle Rob taught papi and I to pray in Spanish a few nights ago. I’m trying to memorize as many of the phrases as I can before we travel to┬áColombia. Aunt Jaime also tried her hand at Spanish. She particularly likes tortugas–I think she just likes how the word rolls off… Continue reading letters from mom