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A Alimentação Que Ajudou Meu Pai a Perder 7 quilos em 2 Meses, Sem Exercício

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Quando meu pai começou a sofrer de dor nas costas, recomendei que mudasse sua alimentação para perder os quilos extras e diminuir o impacto na coluna. Para ajudar no processo, escrevi um plano de alimentação simples, que é o mesmo plano que sigo, para o direcionar no caminho certo. 

Para minha surpresa, ele perdeu mais peso do que eu imaginava e além disso começou a se sentir bem melhor com os novos alimentos incorporados. Já que muitas pessoas demonstraram curiosidade quanto ao seu plano de alimentação, resolvi escrever tudo de uma forma clara e simples para que quem estiver interessado possa também ter acesso.

Embora meu pai tenha perdido peso sem fazer exercício físico, pois ainda estava se recuperando de sua dor nas costas, recomendo que no seu caso, se seu médico aprove que faça exercício, incorpore pelo menos 30 minutos por dia de exercício aeróbico e muscular, pois o exercício é também essencial para uma vida saudável. 

Pessoalmente, gosto de preparar na noite anterior ao lado de minha cama meu tênis, meia, e traje esportivo pronto, pois assim que acordo nem preciso pensar e já me visto para a atividade. Depois de me hidratar com água, faço 30 minutos de exercício seguindo aulas online ou correndo na vizinhança. Dessa forma, posso criar uma rotina e mesmo que não me sinta motivada de manhã, sei que durante 30 minutos toda manhã estarei fazendo alguma atividade física, mesmo que seja alguns exercícios simples. 

A razão que sigo essa alimentação e atividade física não é para perder peso, mas por razão de uma doença crônica preciso me alimentar de maneira saudável e manter minha atividade aeróbica constante. Caso você gostaria de perder alguns quilos, ou apenas aumentar sua qualidade de vida, recomendo que siga a Alimentação 1, 2, 3 por uma semana e veja como se sente. Uma semana não é muito tempo, mas pode ser a semana que inicie a mudança para o resto de sua vida. Vale a pena tentar!

Como nada no mundo é perfeito, existem situações aonde quebro algumas regras da Alimentação 1, 2, 3 quando estou visitando alguém ou viajando a turismo. Mas 90% do tempo sigo essas regras pois sei que me sinto melhor quando cuido do meu corpo.

Também gostaria de mencionar que meu dois filhos não seguem as regras da Alimentação 1, 2, 3. Embora comam tudo que cozinho e tenham uma alimentação saudável, por não precisarem perder peso ou lidar com alguma doença crônica, se alimentam de tudo um pouco. 

Finalmente, tudo que comer fora de casa vai ser mais difícil de controlar como foi feito, com que tempero, etc. Assim, recomendo que coma o máximo que puder comida feita em casa, com ingredientes naturais, e produtos frescos de qualidade. Se não tiver muito tempo de cozinhar, faça maiores quantidade e congele porções para os outros dias. 

Você pode se alimentar de forma saudável sem gastar mais dinheiro ou passar horas fazendo receitas complicadas. Não faço bolos, pizzas, tortas, lazanha, massas ou pães sem glúten. Se puder comprar algum produto natural sem glúten e açúcar para um petisco esporádico, nada o impede. Mas não vai precisar nada disso para comer bem. Depois que o corpo deixa de ficar viciado em carboidratos simples como o trigo, você nem vai sentir mais falta.

Não se esqueça que essa alimentação vai ajudar seu corpo e sua mente a terem mais energia e saúde. O foco não é no que você não pode comer, o foco é na qualidade de vida que você pode viver!

Lembre-se que essas sugestões alimentares são somente para fins infomativos e não substituem recomendação médica. Não me responsabilizo por escolhas pessoais. Sempre consulte com seu médico.






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Roller Coaster Parenting

Thursday, March 15, 2012


Doesn't it feels sometimes that parenting is like riding a roller coaster? One minute my boys are having so much fun playing together and laughing out loud with joy, and the next minute a crisis boils up when one pulls a toy away from the other. Suddenly, there is crying, complaining and corporal fight. What am I supposed to do?

As much as the boys learn from each other, I learn from them. And in the past days I have been trying to remember that the most important lesson of all is to enjoy the ride. Is the roller coaster up? Enjoy the fun! Is the roller coaster down? Use the crisis as an opportunity to teach them something. Easier said than done, but much easier done if my emotions don't get in the way.

A few years ago I read a book that still talks to me called Screamfree Parenting. It basically tells you that the only emotions you are able to control are yours, and controlling them (versus screaming like a lunatic!), allows you to focus on the problem and to deal with it without "losing it". Besides, you can become an example to the children on how to deal with problems in a calm and reasoned way.

To look into the big picture also helps. To see that moment of crisis not as a bump on the way, but as a great opportunity to teach them about sharing, about respecting each other, about loving with their actions. Because at the end is not about me, if I am being annoyed by kids crying in the other room. It is about embracing parenting as a beautiful full time job.

I read somewhere that when Michelangelo was asked how did he carve David from one block of marble, he answered that he looked at that block of marble and saw David, and then he just carved away everything that was not David.

Isn't parenting a lot like that? Carving our children with love to show the person they are meant to be!
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10 Privileges of being a Mom

Friday, March 9, 2012

I have been thinking a lot lately about how motherhood changes us and shape us in diverse ways. It is a daily learning, with trials and errors, ups and downs, cuddles and conflicts that brings the best and the worst in all of us. And in the middle of the busy schedule, appointments and to do lists, I find it important sometimes to sit back  and see the whole picture, the purpose behind the parts, the meaning beyond the whys.

Motherhood is hard, but it is worthy. Motherhood hurts, but also heals. Motherhood gives, but receives much more. And in this line of thought I took a few minutes of silence to reflect on 10 Privileges of being a Mom. Here they are:

  1. Being the most important person for someone else, at least when they need something!
  2. Shaping someones life with the goal of helping them to become their best version;
  3. Learning the self-sacrificing side of love;
  4. Learning the practical side of love;
  5. Understanding your own parents better;
  6. Seeing pieces of you in someone's else expressions;
  7. Leaving pieces of you on Earth after you are gone;
  8. Learning to love someone just the way they are, no matter what;
  9. Growing empathy for all mothers in the World;
  10. Participating in the creation of a body for an eternal soul!
What about you? Do you have your own list of privileges to help you focus on the big picture?
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Baby Addiction

Tuesday, March 6, 2012


I believe that every person has deep inside a void space. For some, a little corner inside the heart; for others, a huge hole. In one way or another we try to fill it using different mechanisms.

Some may stuff as much money as they can inside the hole, others try finding perfect romantic love (with crushing burden expectations), others may run after career, power, pleasure, intellectual knowledge. And then there is baby addiction.

I will focus on this last one as it is part of issues related to motherhood, subject of this blog, and also because I once was a researcher investigating a similar subject.

When I was in college I took part in a paid research to interview teenagers that were having their second baby while still teenagers. I remember looking inside their eyes and running through the questions in my form. I felt their pain as some told me they had been abused as children. While others had just had an early start in the baby path. They were all poor girls, receiving free health care, and the question I was trying to answer was Why?

After my interviews, I grouped all the information and found a common profile for the girls. But, more important, reading the information against the Theory of Human Motivation from Maslow it looked like these girls were on an endless climb in the motivation pyramid. Because they had never reached for themselves higher levels of the pyramid as self-esteem, confidence, achievement, respect of others, respect by others, they did not know how to say no, or to establish limits in their relationship. Besides that, a new baby was always the hope of a new beginning, maybe more love from the boyfriend, maybe more attention, maybe reaching that level they never had. But the baby would grow and the need would still be there, so another baby was needed, or conceived for lack of that level.

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Cases like the octo-mom, who wanted babies so much and yet could not care for them, added with a background of deep depression, just comes to show that what was happening with the teenagers can happen with adult women too.

I think that somehow most women have some level of baby addiction as it is inserted in our maternal instinct to love babies and to want to care for them. But when babies are used to fill personal voids, then a danger sets in. The danger of weighting that child with the burden of bringing the fulfillment never achieved otherwise. And nobody, not even the most perfect baby, can meet such unrealistic expectations. So as the baby grows up, a new hope is born, well, maybe next baby...

My personal beliefs tell me that the void is there to be filled by God. A spiritual empty part that requires the right piece of the puzzle. I have to remind myself of that everyday, that the answer is a deeply fulfilling love relationship with the only One that justifies my existence.
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Speechless

Monday, February 20, 2012


I am always thankful for my vision. I can't imagine experiencing the world without its colors and beautiful sunsets and missing the one thousand daily facial expressions that my boys display. I am also thankful for my hearing, for the ability to experience music, to capture the sounds of waves crashing against the shore, kids laughing as they play. However, I never remember to be thankful for my voice until I lose it, as it happened today!

There is so much to be said every day. So much to share, so many requests to make, so many words to pronounce. So when the voice is gone, or when all I got left is a quite whisper, I am thankful for all the other days when my voice is there, strong for me, waiting for my request.

My sons will probably treasure my speechless day, as the day mommy did not yell, not even once! One of the perks of becoming a mom. You acquire this extraordinary ability to yell. A natural defence against kids running across the street, trying to jump inside a pool, or just plain hitting the sibbling with a toy. Amazing how motherhood can even improve your vocal cords!!
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Groundhog day on scooters

Thursday, February 2, 2012

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Today is Groundhog day. No, not hot dog day. That would surely make for an easier dinner for me! Today is the day when this famous groundhog in Pennsylvania predicts if we are having 6 more weeks of winter or not (there are a few other groundhogs trying to compete for first place in the list of famous groundhogs, mind you). If we do, those would probably be the only 6 weeks of winter we have so far, as it has been a very mild winter (64 degrees at the JFK yesterday, anyone?)!

Regardless if you believe that the groundhog is doing a better job than the satellites around the Earth, it is encouraging to think that we have made it through another winter and we are headed to beautiful Spring (if you don't mind some sneezing!)

Yesterday, taking advantage of the beautiful weather, we went outside. Mark is starting to show some love for Luke's scooter, pushing it around the house. I find it surprising because didn't he just learned how to walk like 3 months ago? What is next? Asking for a motorcycle?

I could not help but take a few more pictures to our endless collection of pictures under the theme: Boys playing outside. I am sure you are not tired of seeing them, right? There is always the swing one, the slider one, the running around one. Well, this time I tried to diversify, for your sake. Pretend to enjoy!

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Giving kids fresh air

Thursday, January 19, 2012


Air is essential to human life. Much more than water. A few minutes without air, more specifically oxygen, and the brain starts to die. Memories, thoughts and passions dry off. Air fills more than just our lungs, it fills our self, our personality and our existence. The fresher, the best.

When I was living in Brazil fresh air was part of my daily life. I can probably count on my fingers the amount of days that we did not open any windows at my house. The concept of living inside closed quarters without fresh air, did not exist. And because most people did not have air conditioners when I was growing up (and many still don't to this day) the windows were always open, specially in the early morning, to let the cool air come in before the sun got too hot. Even in the winter, we would always open the windows a little bit to renew the air, specially if anyone was sick with the flu. And then I moved to America.

When I first moved to New Jersey, after getting married, it was December, winter and very cold. With the heating system running strong to keep our apartment warm, the windows stayed down. And down they stayed all winter! That means about 3 months! Then when summer came I noticed that many people in our apartment complex still had their windows down because they were running their air conditioner. More 2 months with the windows down! And lets not forget that some people are allergic to pollen and have to keep their windows down during Spring and sometimes during Fall too. That pretty much covers the entire year!

Research shows that indoor air pollution is worst than outdoor air pollution, because of all the off gassing produced by cooking smokes, furniture, mold, dust mites, among others. So that is not encouraging! Some plants have the ability to clean the indoor air, and they make great decoration items too. Something encouraging!

In our apartment now we have a pump heating system that I believe pumps air from the outside to heat the place, so that could be a bonus. But when it comes to kids, I have my own research results. Kids are happier outside!! They thrive on fresh air, on open spaces, on Nature. It has this calming effect. When I feel like they are very close to start climbing the walls inside the apartment, all that it takes is a walk to the nearest playground, some running, biking and breathing and they, like computers, restart fresh anew!!
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In the land of little boys

Wednesday, January 11, 2012


There is an entire separate world where little boys live. It is a world where there are monsters, super heroes, gross things, pirates, legos, fighting, cars, rolling on the floor, playing with dirt, castles, trucks and sometimes mommy to protect them from it all. In this world, part real, part fantasy, little boys live. And if you want to understand little boys, you have to dip you feet inside the mud, roll in the grass, push trucks and put tiny lego pieces together.

It is tempting to dream of doll houses, barbies, cute little bags and hair accessories. But if you want to understand little boys, you have to push the pink dreams aside. You have to let it go the dirt sometimes, let it go the over protection, the tidiness.

As I watch my boys growing and becoming little boys, I also watch our home looking more and more like a boys scout clubhouse. In every room, in every pocket, signs that boys live here and are transforming the neutral decoration into a boys themed one. Little boys treasures that don't mean anything to me, but that are part of the magical world being protected by two little soldiers.

If I want to throw away the huge cardboard box that has landed in the middle of the living room, I have to use caution, as it is in fact a castle being protected by courageous knights. And I may be seen as the dragon trying to destroy the fortress.

Thankfully I have my husband that can still remember his little boys days and pull out tricks and skills that make him popular in this magical world our house has become. But once in a while, I try to join in the fun and pretend we are all little boys playing with trains and dreaming of flying to the moon.


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Table for two, please.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012




December is usually a month for setting tables. Table for holiday gatherings, table for family dinners, table for guests. For some, the table is like an empty canvas, ready to become art. The center piece, the arrangement of colors and dishes, all framed together to invite people in.

Restaurants usually have a flickering candle, crisp white cloth napkins and dimmed lights to set the tone for a relaxing meal. They know that more than food, they are selling the experience. They know that it is about targeting the 5 senses: eyes with beauty, ears with melody, touches with cleanliness, noses with mouth watering fragrances and mouths with explosions of flavors.

Maybe there is a hint in there on how to feed a toddler. I love the website Weelicious because they figure out ways to attract little senses to healthy foods. Another one is LunchBoxAwesome where you have pictures of creative lunch boxes that will certainly attrack little mouths.

However, last week I decided to have a restaurant night at home, after the kids went to bed, and set a table for two. Cheaper than to hire a babysitter. Cozier than to go out in the cold. I set the table after the kids had dinner but before Luke went to bed. He walked into the dinning room, gave a serious look at the nice china neatly organized, ice cubes floating atop fresh water with lemon and a lit candle on the center of the table and asked: "Is that for mommy and daddy, and the boys go to sleep?" Giving the fact that I had not said anything about my plans to him yet, I was surprised that he had figured out what was going on. So I just answered: "Yes" while hoping there would be not too many complains and requests following. Not this time. He just answered: "Ah..." and went to bed happily knowing that he was part of the "boys" group, which don't waist their time with fancy dinners but are happy to go to bed to snuggle their blankets and bears.

Check this post for more healthy lunchboxes ideas!
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Survival of the candiest

Thursday, December 22, 2011





Last week when we went to NYC, Luke spotted this amazing candy store and started the "asking marathon" to try to get his wish. We were on our day off, so why not? However, harder than to keep them from entering the store was keeping their hands from grabbing all the colorful candy strategically placed within their reach, once inside the store.

An article I read yesterday said that kids are one of the most selfish people you will meet. They take whatever you give and always ask for more (sometimes without even saying thank you!). I believe that happens because before they learn any social skills, they are running on survival mode. Like lions on a jungle. They will cry for food, for shelter, for protection, for pleasure as loud as they can, because their sole goal is survival.

A candy store is a huge survival provider. All that glucose to run little brains... Who could contest that?

Lollipops in hand we left the store happy to have enough sugar running in our blood to survive the next hours in the New York City Jungle!
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The sugar that sticks you in!

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

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Gingerbread house. Sweet view. Sticky fingers. Rainbow of colors. A popular winter tradition that I wanted to share with the boys this year.

First step was to pretend I was going to make one from scratch. After reading many Martha Stuart tutorials, I gave up. It sounded like lots of work. So I went the easy way, I decided to buy a kit. I did not want to spend too much money and preferred something that was also healthy. At the end, I ended up giving up the healthy requirement in favor of a cheap one. I decided we were going to use it only as a craft, like play dough. No eating allowed. I was not in favor of my kids ingesting an entire selection of artificial colors that could mix up inside them producing some hipper active hue!

Next step was to transform the broken gingerbread tablets (duo to Luke constantly dropping the box in the store as he wanted to carry it) into a house. A little difficult, but doable. The hard part was to do that and answer two questions a minute. After some struggling, we got that part done and went to sleep.

Today it was the final and glorious day of decorating the house. That meant keeping the kids from eating all the candy before they landed in the house. I can see why Hansel and Gretel could not resist the candy house temptation. I just don't understand why the witch did not care for her own sugar treats, and wanted fat baked boys instead (what a terrible fairly tale! no publisher today would accept such an idea!)

Anyway, we all survived the gingerbread house tale and did not get lost in the forest. Maybe lost in dreams, as my two little boys now dip their heads in soft pillows and fairy tales.

"This finger is not chubby enough!"


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10 Sips for the Weekend: How to make a writer

Friday, December 9, 2011

Luke and I were sitting down around our coffee table last night when suddenly he started to draw and tell me this story (I wrote the few lines you see in the paper, as he asked me):

Luke has the cookies. Mark watches.
Luke is thinking, Mark is eating the cookies
       

Luke finds out that the cookies are gone!
Luke follows the crumbles to Mark's door

Luke wakes up Mark in the crib
 and Mark poops the cookies!





















Poor Mark, sleeping in his crib wasn't even aware that he was part of a cookie mystery story! It was also interesting to see Mark being shown in his crawling stage, and yet he has been walking for a while now! Gotta give credit for his story telling skills, though. I can't wait for him to start writing and then we will have a longer and written version of the Mystery of the Disappearing Cookies part 2!

I like to think (as any bragging mom!) that some things that I do are helping him to develop his story telling skills:

  1. Waited for him to grow up: there is a certain age when kids start to be able to imagine a story, follow a story line... That is when they will have more fun making their own story.
  2. Read lots of books for them: I believe that it is not just about reading the book, but acting the story with emotions (all those theater skills required for Broadway) so that they start to want to be part of that fun, and learn to read for themselves too.
  3. Make up a story every night: at bedtime (when everything goes according to the plan!), we usually read 2 books together and then I make up a story. It is usually short, with some fairy tale parts and always has a happy ending. It is his favorite part.
  4. Make up a story and draw as you go: last week I had the idea of telling him a make up story and at the same time drawing the story inside little squares. My drawing skills are as good as his in the pictures above, so don't worry; they will understand what you are trying to say with a few crooked lines.
  5. Make up a story and write as you go: I started to make up very simple stories where I write the first line and help him to read it, then I write the next one and so on. It creates mystery and excitement. He want to read the line so he can get to the next part of the story. 
  6. Give a book making gift: my brother gave him a book making kit for his birthday. He can draw stories, write the lines and add stickers to make it more fun. 
  7. Write and erase board: I got one of these for him to have in the car (except that he lost it and now I have to get another one!). So while we travel he can write, draw, erase and repeat.
  8. Let them play with the alphabet: there are always letters spread across the floor in the boy's bedroom (besides the Legos) . Luke always loved to play with letters, alphabet puzzles and alphabet toys. You can get cheap letters at craft stores made of foam, wood or paper. 
  9. Preschool: I noticed that Luke started to increase his ability to sit still and carry on a play or an activity after starting school. He really loves to go there, so it is a win win situation.
  10. Add other languages to the mix: I usually speak in Portuguese with Luke and he always answers in English! But he understands everything I say and if I ask him to say a word in Portuguese he is usually able to do so. Yesterday he started to sing this Alphabet song that I had never heard before. It is using the same tune as the English one but with complete different lyrics. When I asked what was that, he explained that it was in Chinese! I don't know if he learned it in preschool or navigating YouTube!
Sometimes too much love can be suffocating!
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Adventure in pajamas

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

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Sunny Thanksgiving

Monday, November 28, 2011


It was a sunny Thanksgiving. Grandma's house filled with running and jumping kids. Voices of laughter, of singing, and sometimes, of crying. Table filled with flavors, hearts filled with memories, mouths filled with tastes.

And maybe, just maybe, a new traditions started. Campfire. Marshmallows. Hot dogs.

To end it all, a sleepover, camping under the stars. Daddy and Luke, the men of our house faced the cold and darkness to build one more memory: camping after Thanksgiving. Of course, mommy and baby Mark had other plans: a warm bed and soft blankets (as I have enough winter camping memories in my memory book!)

All in all, so much to be thankful for!









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Bubbles: a love story

Thursday, November 10, 2011






I grew up with showers. No bathtubs in the houses I lived. It was too hot to sit in warm water. But last year I fell in love with bathtime. Not with my kid's bath time, that is cute too, but I mean the mommy bath time. Do you ever get that: mommy soaking time? Time to fill the bathtub with lavender bubbles, sprinkled with healing salts, a candle flittering away Enya's voice? And the force within you blocking the to do list from popping up and just focusing in the warmth of the water knowing that outside the wind is fierce but in this mommy sanctuary you are safe and in peace?

Apparently I am not the only one around here falling in love with bath time. Luke decided that if it was up to him he would take 3 baths a day. And the bubbles, he just loves them, to the point of pouring half of the bubble mix, without me noticing, inside an already bubbly bathtub. Last week there he was, a few minutes after I  got him dressed up to go to school, naked in the bathroom ready for a bath.

And as things go, Mark is following his brother's steps running to the bathroom as soon as he hears the water running. He does not mind either when Luke pours water over his head. It seems as the bubbles are magically pulling all of us inside its slippery walls.


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Made with love or ordered with love?

Tuesday, November 1, 2011


The scene unfolds like this: Already stressed out mom, cranky kids, the clock that was stuck in time during playground time starts to speed up like crazy and there is no dinner in view. Mom runs the options through her head: pasta (already made yesterday), omelet (out of eggs), pizza (already ordered twice past weekend), chicken nuggets (husband will not be happy with the Mickey Mouse shape), what to do? What to do?

As she stuffs cheerios in the baby's mouth to keep some silence in the house and plugs the older kid on a video, she starts the race against time to transform the old ugly veggies or the ugly frozen ones, the canned something and the bottled something else into a mix that resembles dinner. As long as it is made with love, right? But do stressed out moms making dinner have time to love? Isn't it easier to order with love?

Of course the above scenario is completely fictional and all of us organized moms already know on November 1st what we will have for dinner on November 16th. And not only the main course, but the side dishes and the desert. And our kids don't even know what the word "take out" means!

So here is the end of the story above. Mom decides to organize her life (the other option would be to check in the psychiatric unit), plan meals before the week starts and shop for ingredients only once, cook lunch instead of dinner (while older kid is in school and baby is napping) so it CAN be made with LOVE and also PEACE! And husband doesn't mind reheated lunch for dinner, as it tastes better than last minute meals out of old canned ingredients!

And they lived happily ever after!

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One small step for man

Friday, October 21, 2011

Some things I just take for granted. Like walking. Many can't. Some won't, rather sit. My baby decided he wanted to join the walking crowd last week. Good for him. But then I realized that with walking came independence and the desire to do everything his way. Even if that means that he wants to eat butter. By itself. Just like he did today. Go figure...

One small step and next thing you know Mark is eating butter, refuses to sit in the high chair and decided that he does not like his pacifier anymore. At the same time this mother in the elevator is lamenting that her daughter is becoming a toddler, joining the terrible two's group. And it all began with one small step...

I, on the other hand, also started walking. I have to walk a total of 40 blocks everyday to bring Luke to school and back. That is like starting an exercise regimen, except there is no way out, no excuses. Or I take Luke to school or I will have two boys fighting with each other for a full day! Rather walk.

And on Tuesday, as the rain washed my face on the way to school, I realized that this urban living makes me feel alive, for good or for bad. I walked by other soaked people running or walking to work and I felt that I was part of a community. Hard to find that these days. Maybe in January when the snow is soaking and freezing my toes I will have less flattering thoughts around my head, but for now I happily accept that even though urban living is harsh, my body was built for harsh. Not for a soft couch, TV and donuts.

If only to keep me going, I was happy to see this 100 years old man completing a marathon in Canada. Maybe he started 70 years ago just walking his son to school, one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind!

Fauja Singh crosses the finishing line in Toronto
Picture via BBC news
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And then there is Photoshop Lightroom...

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

My dad came for a visit last week. He crossed the many miles that keep his heart apart from his two grandsons most of the year. As he is probably one of the few people that reads this blog, I better say wonderful things about him!

Like what a great father he is to me and my brothers and how much he cares about making sure that we are happy and don't need anything he could provide. Also like what a great professional speaker he is, with a big audience of followers eager for his wise words (just like my big audience here that follows my playground wise tips!).

My sons made sure to make his trip unforgettable, as he got his back out of place with so much pulling and pushing of his body members. All in all, every time another goodbye comes, there is sadness. The only thing that lasts more than a week are the memories, and the pictures. And why not to make those memories feel more dreamy with my free trial of Photoshop Lightroom, that I am sure was created specially for enhancing the memories of grandpas and grandsons.













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