Five Months Later

All of us, standing together, on Daddy's birthday.

February 20th my Daddy called an ambulance to take Mia to the hospital. Her flu symptoms were just too bad, and he was just too sick, to go through standard doctor or urgent care routes. Almost exactly five months to the day later, July 18th, I'm going to be bringing Mia home for the first time. I wrote about so much of it in the first couple of months. I don't know how I did it, how I found the time even. But I'm so glad I did. The facts have gotten so fuzzy... the raw feelings and Continue Reading

Biggest. Solid. Ever: Letting the BIL live with us for 6 months

Something happened at the end of December 2013 that I didn't really advertise: We let Vince's little brother, Joey, move in with us for his first semester at UCF. I didn't really share this news with anyone because it happened REALLY freakin' fast. See, the situation is like this: Vince's fam is from a small town and after graduating high school a few years ago, Joey was kind of just... existing... at his parents house. Thanksgiving 2011 we offered him our guestroom for his first Continue Reading

A Lengthy, Detailed Update on Mia

Mia and Daddy

Since so many people have asked and the details are so vast, I thought I'd write out a full-length update on Mia's health in chronological order. This is long, but it's thorough and pretty interesting if you're interested in that sort of thing... The Beginning: The Flu and Ventilator Mia got Type A Flu around February 16th. She was admitted to ICU on February 19th and she was incubated/put on a ventilator to assist with her breathing after not responding well to the by-pap machine on Continue Reading

How I Accidentally Nicknamed Baby Pita

Ali and Pita!

If we're friends on Instagram or Facebook, then you may have noticed some unusual activity on my accounts lately. I've been posting photos of myself with... well, there's no real easy way to say this... I've been posting photos of myself with a frickin' baby. Let's go ahead and get this out of the way now: It's not mine. (And in case my Dad miraculously discovered this blog, no dude I still don't want kids. My uterus didn't even so much as twitch while holding this thing and it Continue Reading

I Love My Daddy

Yup. I'm 31 years old and I still call him Daddy. My Daddy is my best friend and my greatest political foe. He taught me how to ride a bike and I don't know how he didn't lose his mind when I screamed for *hours* after skinning both hands and knees in his apartment parking lot. He taught me how to swim - with swimmies and without, in the ocean and the pool. When I was little, he would let me float on his arms in the pool and doze off as he would repeatedly say "Princess of Power... floating Continue Reading

Our First Holiday Card!

Okay I have til this week to finish this whole 'blogging every day' thing. So the next few posts are gunna be sparse, but hey I'm dedicated. Last night I brushed my hair, Vince shaved, we grabbed the cats, and took a family photo in front of our Christmas tree! The goal? A cute photo for the back of our holiday card - our very first one! That, however, was the LAST photo we took. Literally. Here's what it took to get us there... All in all, a pretty normal family photo Continue Reading