A few forms of transportation

I didn't know much about Down syndrome at all, when we were given the diagnoses for Jordan Grace I didn't run to google to see what it was all about. I didn't want to read anything about it, I didn't reach out to the Down syndrome society...that was just what I chose to do, neither right nor wrong, I just chose not to know.

My main thing was to get to know my Jordan Grace, I wanted to see what she could do, not what the "average person with Down syndrome" could do. 

Just like every other child, she does things in her own time, we are right there cheering her on whenever she decides to do her thing! 

She has been pulling one of the chairs from the dining table and pushes it around the house for more walking freedom for a while now.

She then moved on to Ana Maria's little desk chair. 

Today she just wanted to show off all the different forms of transportation she could use. It was super cute and of course I was right there with the camera and open arms to protect her in case she went too fast. 

Click here to see her in action

Watch her in action here too

And here

My point is...we all do things in our own time and IT'S OK!

Cinco de Mayo

I'm big on holidays! I love dressing up my girls for every occasion according to the festivities! So today was no different. I love my heritage and I love to share it with my beauties. Sweetest little Mexicans! 

Maracas are shaking so much that it's hard to see Jordan Grace is holding one.

No Filter

It's amazing how my daughter sees me and how I see myself!

This morning as I was walking her to school, my Ana Maria said "you look pretty mommy."

I smiled as I thought of all my grey hair, my crows feet, a pimple and sun spots, and can't forget those huge bags under my eyes, they seem to have popped up out of nowhere.

In fact I'm not sure I looked in the mirror today as I left the house.

It's funny how most of the time I feel or act like I'm eighteen, but the fact is my thirty nine years in this world are showing brightly in my being. 

Worries, motherhood and terrifying times like handing my baby over to the surgeons for open heart surgery are just a few million greys worth.

I took a selfie as I was walking back home through the field and this is what I look like...indeed wrinkles, spots and greys.

Yet my sweet daughter thinks her mom is pretty and really that's the opinion I truly value.

McHappy Day

Today was a special day around here...

Ever since I can remember, my mom always volunteered, any chance she got she would do things for others.  Not to be noticed, not to be praised, it's just in her blood, she lead by example and always helping others in need. 

And so we grew up volunteering, whether singing at nursing homes, feeding the poor, or 10 years of volunteering at the Ronald McDonald House (RMH).


RMH opened my eyes to compassion, we met so many beautiful families and best of all amazingly precious children who lived a lifetime in the months we knew them. 

I never once imagined we would be in the position of those worried parents as their children went through serious surgeries, honestly, never in my wildest nightmares would I ever think we would walk in their shoes.

While volunteering at the RMH in Tucson, I loved reading to the kids, playing board games, having fun parties, not thinking about their mature struggles as they laughed and enjoyed their time at the house. It was peaceful and full of love!

So today, we bought lots of Happy Meals for the most amazing House that love ever built.

When you're having a bad day!

Watch baby girl looking at herself in the mirror...click here

Date with Hubby

I love the freedom of the bike, holding on to my sweet soulmate as we ride into the sunset, hair blowing in the air...❤️