Portia Placino

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when you look to the sky…

do you see angels?

who do you look up to?

who do you see?

is it true?

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This shot was from earlier this month, when we just got back to the city. She's proving to be a resilient little one. I still can't believe we have a 21-month old kid. Time flew by so fast. We're re-training her to sleep on her own toddler bed. Our earlier attempt did not work, she wakes up whenever she hits the mattress. We ordered a mattress exactly like ours except that it would fit her crib-turned-toddler bed. It seems to be working, sometimes. She can now pluck, peel, and eat a banana by herself. We found out when we saw her eating a banana by herself. Lol. Scary and impressive at the same time. She really has an independent streak. Last Sunday, she chose her own shoes from the store and can put it on and take it off by herself confidently. She's such a wonder with a big personality. She changed our lives, definitely. Onwards, little one. The wheel keeps on turning. #toddlernarratives
Alone time became catch-up time! Acads, life, and beyond! What happens when the little one has school again, including a haircut! Yay! Its nice to be reminded of pre-Mommy me, once in a while.
Beginnings, endings, and more beginnings. For today...
Mornings with the little one. #toddlernarratives
Our wall is a little bit more colorful. Lol. This is part of what is left after we try to clean up the daughter's crayon work. I didn't really mind so much, but I scolded her a bit, gave her a wet wipe, and we cleaned it for a while. I just want to teach her that she can't just color on walls. Also, that she should clean up her own mess, even if I would help her. Too bad I wasn't able to take a snapshot, I was too busy lecturing her with 'clean this.' I also made her throw away the wet wipes after. Little toddler is growing up sooo fast. She asked for a chocolate cover cookie after the work. I don't know if she actually learned anything in this exercise. Does your toddler love coloring? How are your walls? Lol. #toddlernarratives
Living through apocalyptic present of the tropical Pacific ring of fire. We feel so helpless, we couldn't even buy a few of the hoarded N95 masks. We would try to help, even in a small way, once things settle down a little bit. They must need a few baby things, right? For now, we stay inside, grateful for a stocked pantry. Freshly brewed coffee, sourdough bread, butter, and honey are treasures in this tumultuous time. We diffuse lemon, eucalyptus, and lavender oils, as we brace ourselves in the chaos that is now and is to come.
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