It’s been a really nice, busy summer. I love that there is never a dull moment here in the city. There is always something fun to do, and for that reason alone I never want to leave.
With YiaYia at Victorian Gardens in Central Park
Victorian Gardens, Central Park
Madison Square Park Kids throws a free concert for children on Tuesdays, and has many other programs geared toward toddlers on up. We can walk to MSP, so it’s an easy and fun option for us. We go as often as possible.
Horrifying Parents at Madison Square Park
The Dirty Sock Funtime Band
Other days, our daily routine feels like groundhog day. We wake up, eat breakfast, scramble to get out of the apartment to head to the park for the eleventy-billionth time this month.
Park Bound


As mundane as these days feel though, they are the opposite of that in the life of a toddler. Small, yet monumental changes are happening daily with the kids in between our normal routine. Zoe is ready for her very own scooter. The fact that she’s ready and able to ride a scooter absolutely blows my mind. She’s also potty training herself, which is messy and blindingly frustrating at times but at least we’re moving in the right direction. I wasn’t quite ready for this, but she is a child that does things on her own watch, not mine. Clearly. I estimate she will be using the potty, emptying my pocketbook, and wearing my make-up by the time she turns two next month. Sigh.

Jack is expressing himself so much better than a couple of months ago. He’s been in some speech therapy and it seems to have really helped him. He’s building Lego castles, cutting shapes from his KUMON workbooks, and spelling nearly every word he sees. We have difficult, power-struggle days, but the majority of the time he is a cool, laid back kid. I fear I will be one of those moms that cries her eyes out on his first day of real preschool. I cried at the parent orientation for Pete’s sake.

Justin is taking the last final of his summer courses as I type this. We’re headed back to our home town in California next week and will be spending some much needed time with family and friends. I’m hoping it grounds me a little. I’ve been piling things onto my plate at a breakneck speed and am struggling to find a balance. It’s a complex place that I’ve found myself that I wasn’t anticipating. But it feels really great. I’m trying to find a way to improve myself and my place in this world apart from being a stay at home mother.
Yet I am a mother, first and foremost.


Reminding myself constantly to capitalize on the sweetness of their babyhood. The moments in between the chaos of life are the most crucial. Especially during the long, dog days of summer.

When I think back to my life a year ago, I feel like I was a completely different person. A different mother, a different wife, a different daughter. Before my family uprooted and left everything remotely familiar to live in Manhattan, I was a fraction of the person I am today.
Life was a diluted version of what it is now. I was a diluted version of who I am now.
I have always been passionate but lacked the confidence to really put myself out there. I went to fashion design school because I was artsy and gifted but ended up working in the accounting department of a law firm. I played the violin and guitar for years and eventually put them both in their cases for good. For most of my life it seems, I’ve been in search of myself. Even when I had my children, I felt that my life filled with purpose, yet I was still missing something: Me.
Almost a year ago we sold our cars and drove a U-Haul to New York City, filled to the brim with everything we owned including our goldfish, Bob. I was fearful of the big city, but most of all I was fearful of raising my children in such an insanely urban lifestyle, away from our family and everything we knew.
During this time I also started a blog to document our transition so that our family could keep in touch. What has happened as a result of this has been truly mind boggling. Once we moved and I continued to write about our new city life, I started to get invited to participate in events. I was asked to interview Mariska Hargitay’s husband, Peter Hermann for an event about teen domestic violence. Through these events and the online world, I began to meet friends and fellow bloggers here in the city and all around the country. I found my voice through writing, and my confidence through fighting through the fears of uncharted territory.
I took a risk by moving to Manhattan and what has transpired though blogging about it has lifted me up, guided my way through the unknown, and inspired me to continue to use my voice and creativity.
I think my story is interesting and believe people would enjoy hearing it, even if I’m not riddled with the drama that usually comes with reality television. I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished, and it just goes to show that New York City truly is the big city of dreams.
This is a submission for Project Mom, casting for a reality television show highlighting bloggers. I’ve always thought this would be a fantastic idea and am interested in being a part of it because of what blogging has done for my life.