By Carla Molina Martins | 04/30/2010 - 08:00
Having children has never been a question for me; I've known it in my bones forever. I even made a pact with myself: If I wasn't married by 30, I'd have a baby with my best guy friend and do the very cool, chic single mother thing (so naive, what part of single motherhood did I think was going to be easy? Even partnered motherhood is hard!). Then, one day, I met my now-husband and, as luck would have it, we both wanted little babies. Good thing, too, because as soon as you get hitched every relative under the sun starts asking when the babies are coming.
By Carla Molina Martins | 04/28/2010 - 18:00
Have I mentioned I have a bit of a girl crush on lovely Salma Hayek? I do. I think she's absolutely gorgeous, undeniably talented and smart. And she's a mom raising a trilingual kid. Her daughter, Valentina, who is only 2 1/2 years old is already fluent in English, French and Spanish. Her tot is teaching mami a few tricks and helping Salma learn French. How sweet is that?
By Carla Molina Martins | 04/21/2010 - 18:00
With 29 years of life under my belt and a love for any kind of social event plus a chatty habit of talking up just about anyone, you'd imagine I'd have quite the circle of friends. This, however, is not the case. I walk the line between being an introvert and an extrovert. I love everyone, but don't necessarily like everyone. I have a big network of friends, but mostly folks from my past, dating as far back as preschool.
By Carla Molina Martins | 04/19/2010 - 20:00
Every year on Mother's Day I gush to anyone who will listen about mi abuelito and how he always gave me a card or a small gift to celebrate. It warms my heart now, as a mother, to think he respects, reveres and holds so high the role of mami. To him it is something near sacred. With the holiday drawing near, I'm on the hunt for the perfect way to honor this very special day for a few important women in my life.
By Carla Molina Martins | 04/14/2010 - 18:00
A lot changes from your first child to your second. For me, I kind of lost myself to motherhood with my first. I was so in love and head over heels, I didn't take time to take care of myself. Working out was a foreign concept. Make-up grew dusty in drawers. My blow-dryer didn't see the light of day. My wardrobe stayed status quo, including a few maternity pieces. But I was ok with it because I knew this first time motherhood business was a once in a lifetime thing.
By Chris Hermosilla | 04/14/2010 - 16:00
Too much of a good thing … is awesome! Meet the Nintendo DSi XL, the newest version of the Nintendo DS portable gaming system. Nintendo’s made it a personal company mission to expand our concept of “video games” by including men, women and kids of all ages, and besides having fun, the touchscreen DS can help you train your brain, stay organized and even learn how to cook better! And with the DSi XL, Nintendo has taken “bigger is better” to a whole new level.
By Carla Molina Martins | 04/12/2010 - 13:07
Being Latina, my family and I have always been very affectionate. Every family and friendly gathering begins and ends with hugs and kisses no matter if there are 4 people or 20 people in the room. While naturally inclined to hugs and kisses there is one kind of kiss I'm not a fan of - kissing kids on the lips. Don't get me wrong, I know some folks grew up with it and it's totally natural, blah, blah, blah. Good for you but it's not for me.
By Carla Molina Martins | 04/07/2010 - 18:00
In my Mami Diaries post last week I told you about my husband who thinks himself my personal Spanish dictionary. He fancies himself quite the authority on the language. Funny thing is he doesn't just reserve his corrections for words he thinks I'm faux translating but also for words he thinks I'm flat out making up. Think of him as the Latino friend who tells you you're using the wrong words for everything.
By Carla Molina Martins | 03/29/2010 - 10:35
My husband is not Latino, but knows quite a bit of Spanish. Growing up he spent many summers at a New Hampshire camp with lots of kids from Mexico and Venezuela. He learned most of his Spanish from the friends he made there (an equal amount of appropriate Spanish and plenty inappropriate Spanish as well). He is, by no means, fluent; but knows enough that I can't get much past him. He also knows enough to think he sometimes knows more than me, the girl who spoke Spanish way before she spoke English.
A few examples: