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Simply said, this is where I get to rant and rave about my life in suburbia as a mom to an active 2-yr old boy and a wife to a geeky husband. They say you can take the girl out of the city, but you can't take the city out of the girl... Oh so true!

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December 30th, 2009

It will be one warm winter…

I think I’ve learned my lesson when it comes to Papa in Suburbia’s gift giving.  Every birthday, every anniversary, every holiday I am asked the question, “What do you want?”.  And my answer is always, “I don’t know.  Surprise me”.  And you would think that after 4 years, I would have learned my lesson. 
Don’t let [...]

December 23rd, 2009

Winter Wonderland

My winter wonderland…

December 14th, 2009

But your watch is broken…

There’s nothing better than the pure innocence of a child.  They speak their mind.  They hold nothing back.  Life to them is so carefree.  I LOVE IT!!!
This past weekend, we went back to NY to visit some family.  On one occassion (or maybe on every occassion), Lil T got highly engrossed in “conversation” with us.  [...]

December 10th, 2009

Houston…we have a problem

Everyone complains about how women get when they’re PMSing.  That’s nothing compared to how a man gets when he’s going through his “mid-life” crisis.  Yes, it is official.  My husband has entered the “I just found a gray hair, I think I need to get a 2-seater sports coupe” stage of his life.  Let me tell [...]

December 4th, 2009

You better watch out, you better not cry….

Now that Lil T is starting to understand the whole Christmas holiday and the idea of gifts, I’ve been on the fence about whether or not to tell him about Santa Claus.  Growing up, we didn’t really celebrate Christmas.  We barely had enough money to have food on the table.  So the idea of presents was [...]

December 2nd, 2009

It Goes On and On and On

I can’t get over how much my son talks.  Who ever said boys are slower than girls when it comes to speech needs to come meet my son.
To think that when he was younger, I was so concerned that he couldn’t say “mama”.  He would say “Baba” (Chinese for father) just fine.  And everyday I would [...]