Read It Because I Wrote It…
My first post on this blog was about how I wasn't ready for Cydney to start daycare. After lots of going back and forth and needing the space Monday was the day. Cydney started preschool. I have been getting everything together for the last couple of weeks. Medical records: check. Uniforms: check. Money: for the... Continue Reading →
Sorry for the hiatus: My computer and phone have not allowed me to be great. I plan on making up for it by posting twice a day for the remainder of the week to catch up. After having the week off because of Easter Cydney was looking forward to getting back on the field and... Continue Reading →
So after how last week went down Cydney had to practice. She isn't in preschool so the idea of following rules in the way that her coaches had instructions isn't really part of her lexicon. In our backyard or while my nephew was at baseball practice we would do the drills that she'd learned the... Continue Reading →
I think I related to him unconsciously because the name Chad means "warrior." That just about sums me up...It feels like just yesterday I wrote something like this. I woke up yesterday morning and heard that The Ultimate Warrior had died. The remnants of the seven year old in me that's left after Michael Jackson and... Continue Reading →
Yesterday my nephew had baseball practice. The baseball field is in the harbor about three miles south from our house; so it's much cooler and windy down there. It was gorgeous outside, but Cydney needed a hat. Cydney opted for this wig that belonged to my nephew from an old Michael Jackson wig. I laughed... Continue Reading →
Yesterday I wrote for Mommynoire about Cydney being the only black girl on her soccer team. Of course I wanted to share the full experience with you guys. I was very entertained. The morning started off with me getting all of Cydney's things together. I was pretty geeked about the whole thing because this was... Continue Reading →
I was about to pick something up while sitting down: "Do it with your feet. You can't with your behind." No sheets on the bed: "The bed is naked." "The other pillows are boring." Doing pushups with me: "Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, eleventeen." My Godmother: What do you want to call me? Cydney: The Lady that... Continue Reading →
On April 3, 2012 my mother and I left New York around midnight to drive to Hampton Virginia to get my daughter Cydney who had been in her grandparents' custody since her mother Timile passed away months earlier. For my new readers, this story can be read in detail here. We got to the Hampton... Continue Reading →
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