First Day of Preschool

I saw some kids crying and parents trying to anxiously say ‘goodbye’ when I walked through the school gates. I held my daughter’s hand a little tighter and chattered excitedly in my own nervousness about how our ‘goodbye’ would go.

Amaani’s first day at a real preschool. She did great. Still, I lingered in her classroom for about fifteen minutes. I felt a few reservations about her teachers and classroom setup (it just wasn’t how I pictured it) but she was happy. And then she hugged me and kissed me on the cheek with the biggest smile. I peaked some look-ins from the door and then I left.

Why did I feel like crying? Why did I feel like I was leaving my heart behind in the classroom? Why was I feeling strange to see other kids crying and here, in our situation, the adult (me!) was the one who felt like crying and she was walking and smiling confidently- the excitement so plain on her face!

The Sky is the Limit

Maybe it was because although we attended a parent participation preschool for years, this is the first time I was leaving her alone in an environment unfamiliar to even me. I did not know her teachers or her classmates. Everything would be new for her. I had to fully let go and trust that she would go potty when she needs to. That she would ask a grownup if she needed help. And that she would tell me if she saw anything inappropriate.

Maybe it was because after months of deliberating where to send her for preschool, I was still second-guessing if I made the best decision for her.

Maybe it was the realization that our Mommy and Me classes were coming to an end (so thankful we did ice skating together this summer while we can still do such ‘Mommy and Me’ activities!). Maybe it was the realization that somehow three years had just flown by and she didn’t need me the way she used to. She’s become so independent, so thoughtful and clever that I know she is ready for this.

Something my cousin once told me came to mind today. We were talking about Amaani’s free spirit nature and she said, “She’s a happy kid. Don’t worry that she’s not clingy. It means you’ve instilled enough confidence in her to go forward in life without looking back.” Somehow, that thought made me feel a little better today. I had to remind myself it’s a good thing she’s handling the first day of school better than me!

A few things that really helped with the transition today:

  • We talked about her starting a new school for a couple months so she was fully expecting it. In fact, we read her some great books about starting preschool that she related to. We even had her help us make her “emergency kits” and pack her backpack.
  • We made a trip to the school a few days before her first day. Although she had been to the Open House and seen the classrooms it had been awhile back. So, we took her the school parking lot, playground and classroom again to show her where she would be going.
  • Whenever we talked about preschool, we talked about how EXCITING it would be. We only showed positive emotions about it and tried to reassure her of any worries she might have.

At pickup, I got another surprise. Amaani was not ready to go home, she wanted to stay longer. On the car ride home she said, “Mommy, there was a solar eclipse today.”

Not expecting her to answer, I asked, “Do you know what that is?”

“It’s when the moon blocks the sun.” There, I thought. That’s why she’s in school. She’s ready. It was definitely a day of mixed emotions and I’ll end this post with a passage from Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet.

On Children
Kahlil Gibran

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Perks of a Parent Participation Preschool

I cannot express just how much I have enjoyed having both my kids in a parent participation preschool. This was a new concept to me until I had my daughter Amaani.

What is a Parent Participation Preschool? For us, it looked like this…


WigglesAt 5 months, I put Amaani in a Wiggles Class. All the babies would play with toys and do tummy time together while the parents would discuss different topics each week like ‘How to Sleep Train Baby,’ ‘How to Start Feeding Baby Solids,’ etc. Then we would sing songs with babies, have some free play and free time for the parents to talk to each another. The class would close with bubbles, circle time and a goodbye song. I am now taking my son to this class and he loves looking at the other babies!

                  AGE 1-2 YEARS

Field Trip to the FarmAt this age, preschool was two hours a day, one day a week. The toddlers got to play outside, do multiple art projects, do songs and dancing in circle time, eat snacks together in regular chairs (not high chairs!) and go on field trips.

The best part was seeing my daughter grow with the same kids, one who is her best friend. At the beginning of the school year the kids could not drink water in regular cups. Together, by the end of the year they were drinking water without spilling and they were serving their own snacks. As a parent, I could re-enforce the lessons learned in class- at home.

             AGE 2-3 YEARS

At this age, preschool is 3 hours, two days a week. On one of those days I am a ‘work’ mom. Work moms have different responsibilities like bringing snacks, setting up art stations, watching the kids play outside, etc. My daughter LOVES this class. And the best part? I can bring my baby boy with me too!

I get to dance and sing with my kiddos. I watch Amaani do at least 3 art projects a day usually relating to the current holidays and seasons. She learned how to count and recognize letters in this class. She goes on educational field trips. She explores different musical instruments.

Not only is Amaani learning, but I am too. The parents get to go to discussion one day a week where the teacher shares topics like “Age Appropriate Behaviors” “Temper Tantrums,” “Teaching Children to go Potty,” and “Empowering Your Child to be Capable.”

preschool4preschool3preschoolOverall, the parent participation aspect has planted so much confidence and independence in Amaani and at the same time been an incredible bonding experience for both of us. The school believes in play-based learning so she is learning so much every week but the learning happens in a fun way. Moments when I witness her reach new milestones….or when I get to watch her go on a field trip to the farm or to the post office and mail her first letter …or watch as she and her friends put Valentine’s in each other’s hand-made mailboxes…bring the biggest smile on my face! The whole experience has been priceless.



How We Prepared Our Toddler for a Sibling

Our daughter Amaani was about 17 months when we got pregnant again. It was as if she sensed something was changing because about two months into the pregnancy, she became very clingy and started acting out.

A nurse told me mammals can sense when there is a baby in mommy’s tummy and don’t be surprised by the sudden change in behavior.

I took Amaani to my ultrasounds and doctor visits. At first, she wanted nothing to do with it. She would tell me there’s baby on the “TV” but toss the ultrasound picture. She didn’t want to talk about it with grandparents either.

But her attitude toward the pregnancy completely changed when we put together a Pregnancy Announcement / Gender Reveal video and made her the star of it. Suddenly, she was so excited that she was going to be a big sister.

I realized afterwards that up until then, we were talking about “baby” coming but she didn’t understand what that would mean for HER. When she learned she was going to be a big sister and one day, she could take baby brother to the beach and make sand castles with him, she was so excited about what was happening. Making the video excited her and for us, it was a way to celebrate our “second baby.”

Some other things that really helped-

BOOKS – We read her books like “I am a Big Sister” to prepare her for what was going to happen. These books really helped, especially in preparing her for the hospital trip mommy and daddy would be making. She knew that when the time came, she would be having a sleepover at her friend’s house. The books also helped show her what she could do when baby came, like throw away dirty diapers!

BABY CHICKENS – I bought some eggs from Toys R Us that you put into a jar of water. I had Amaani watch this jar and how the egg changed over 7 days. She watched as the egg gradually hatched and a baby chicken came out by the end of the week. Seeing this process taught her that the baby chicken doesn’t come out quickly, it takes time.

ENGAGING WITH BABY– I encouraged her to talk to baby. I told her baby brother could hear everything she was saying. She loved to kiss my tummy to send kisses to her baby.

GIFTS FROM BABY– We bought her this toddler kitchen set which she absolutely LOVED and told her it was from her brother. When we came home from the hospital, we also brought gifts ‘from brother’ at that time. She loved the gifts from her baby brother and it helped them get started on the right foot.

OTHER TODDLERS WITH SIBLINGS – Anytime one of our friends had their second baby, we would excitedly point out to Amaani that her friend had now become a “big brother” or “big sister.” She knew her turn was coming soon!

I'm a Big Sister!

I’m a Big Sister!


From “Me and You” to “Me and Two”

She already had tears in her eyes in anticipation of me leaving. She, then, started crying into her blanket… putting the blanket in her mouth to hide her sobs from her friends and teachers

We are so excited about expanding our family and being blessed with a sibling for our daughter Amaani. What we didn’t expect to accompany this excitement were moments of nostalgia. As we get closer to welcoming our second born, I have a heightened awareness that this time – where it is only Amaani and me, is coming to an end.

For the past two years, my daily life has revolved around precious memories I have made with her– her first words, mommy and me classes, swimming with her, gym and yoga exercises, story time, hiking and stroller walks, parent participation preschool, etc. It’s not that we are glued together every minute. She goes to a daycare and I travel for work at times; but my parenting world has revolved around just her.

Things are about to change. And she senses it too.

To prepare her for when I will get busy taking care of her baby brother, my husband has been more proactive with things like her baths, bedtime routine, feeding her, etc. Although I want her less attached and less dependent on me so she doesn’t feel like things changed when baby comes…seeing their growing closeness makes me miss my time with her to do all those things.

As I get further along into the pregnancy, my body just won’t allow me to do certain things with ease. Cooking, cleaning, carrying her up and down the stairs for diaper changes, lugging around our heavyweight stroller, putting her into the car seat during tantrums…. eventually, during third trimester, started taking a toll on my body.

As a result, we recently increased her time in daycare and Amaani, who loves her school and has always been independent, showed some clinginess for the first time. This was the image that stuck with me just recently-

I had spent the first half of the day in preschool with her – watching her experiment holding silk worms for the first time, helping her paint a caterpillar, singing songs and dancing around with the other children and parents. Afterwards, I dropped her off at daycare. It was nap time so I helped lie her down and after about 20 minutes headed for the door. She already had tears in her eyes in anticipation of me leaving. She, then, started crying into her blanket… putting the blanket in her mouth to hide her sobs from her friends and teachers. But, eventually, she couldn’t hold back so she started bawling loudly as she walked over to the teacher, never once breaking eye contact with me as I watched her through the window.

This image stuck with me that day. It had less to do with her than it did with me. She was back on her toes playing and having fun after awhile but my mind was clinging to this scene because it resonated with how I felt. It made me wonder if, for that one moment, she sensed what I sense. That things are about to change. That it won’t be just me and her anymore.

She sees the clothes coming for her baby brother. She kisses my tummy everyday and talks to him and feels his kicks. She even has a toy basket made for him. She just doesn’t know what day he will physically arrive in our home.

Meanwhile, I am excited to welcome the newest addition to our family. But there are these moments that sneak up on me, where I wonder, how will I part from her when it’s time to go to the hospital? I’m hoping I’m not there too long and I’m hoping she is ok for that period of time without mommy and daddy. I’m hoping that during my labor and delivery and postpartum care, where my life will be undergoing a dramatic change…that she is ok with all the adjustments. I hope she knows that we love her the same, just as much, if not more so after baby arrives.

What overrides all this nostalgia is when I excitedly think about how a sibling will be so good for Amaani. She will eventually have someone to play with and grow with. She will hopefully gain humility as she realizes our world doesn’t revolve around just her…she’ll learn how to “wait” for things while we are tending to baby’s needs. We are going to have even more love in our household and learn to juggle and adapt to each others’ needs. We will all learn to be more patient. I know she’s going to be an amazing big sister from the way I see her take care of her dolls and her pretend “babies.” There will probably be a transition period as we say goodbye to the chapter where it was just us three but, in time, I think we will happily move forward and welcome the new chapter of our lives where ‘Now We Are Four.’

Embracing Our New Chapter

Embracing Our New Chapter

Swimming Deeper

(My inner spiritual reflections)

You will not find pearls on the surface of water. To find such precious and divine beauty, you have to swim into deeper waters. And so it is with God.

Devotion cannot be a half-hearted effort just like a bird cannot fly by flapping only one wing. It requires a concerted effort, which, with practice, becomes automatic.

As a mother, I can say that my daughter is never far from my thoughts. I love her without ceasing. No one has to remind me to think about her. It has become automatic.

I believe one can experience such devotion with God.  I have to remind myself that everything around me, including the breaths I take, is a divine blessing from our Creator.  If I make a concerted effort on this, then my devotion too becomes automatic. I begin to pray without ceasing. My connection with the Almighty becomes constant. After all, how can I not see God or think about Him when I am looking at His creation? How can I not see His love for me when I am looking at my daughter or at my husband? How can I forget that He and only He is the source of everything?

But I do forget. I forget the Creator and attach myself to the creation instead. I develop a false ego, believing the material comes from me; that I created my job success, that I created my daughter, etc. When I begin to take credit for everything, when I fail to surrender to the universe, I lose sight of what is real and what is illusion, what is eternal and what is temporal.

And so, I have to keep swimming. Deeper and deeper. My devotion cannot be once a month or once a year. I have to immerse myself in this spiritual realm to keep myself on track.

As a lamp in a windless place does not waver, so the yogi whose mind is focused remains always steady in meditation on the transcendent Self.” – Bhagawad Gita Chapter 6, verse 19

Once I am centered in Him, then His love will pour out of me because to love God is to love all of mankind. I will not need to claim to be “devoted” or on a dharmic (spiritual) path. There will be no question as to whether I have found the pearls. The divine light in me will shine through my being.

My state of mind will no longer harbor fear or anxiety or insecurities. I will be content and at peace. I will no longer fight God’s will in my life. Rather, I will accept His doings. And I will be positive. No longer saying “no” to the universe but embracing my responsibilities, my sewa (selfless service), my karmic accounts with a “yes.”

Holy scriptures say it is a rare and difficult feat to attain such divine loving devotion.

Of many thousands of men, one will attempt to reach perfection; and of the few who reach this goal, only a rare soul will perhaps know Me as I am.” – Bhagavad Gita Chapter 7, verse 3

Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.” – Holy Bible, Matthew 7:13-14

That is why I must continue to swim deeper in the sea of devotion. If I stop swimming, I will drown. If I swim without purpose, I will stay afloat but the pearls will elude me. But if I continue to swim deeper, there is hope that one day I will find those pearls, that one day I can become that “rare” soul to know God, my Creator, my Sustainer.

It may sound like an impossible mission but I believe if I earnestly take strokes in the right direction, God will carry me through the rest of the waters.

For those who worship me with devotion, meditating on My transcendental form, I carry what they lack and preserve what they have, both materially and spiritually.” –Bhagavad Gita Chapter 9, verse 22

How do I swim deeper? By trying my best to stay connected with my divine Father through sewa (selfless service), simran (prayer) and satsung (spiritual congregations). When I connect with my Source, I lack nothing. Those pearls that I once thought were far away are handed to me like a gift and the deep swimming I thought I had to do, He does for me.


Healthy Birthday Snack: String Cheese Snowman

Amaani’s 2nd birthday happened to be on a preschool day this year. Although we were throwing her a birthday party, we still wanted to do something special for her friends at school.

The only challenge for me, as a parent, was trying to think of some type of snack or treat I could bring that would fit with the guidelines at school. Many schools no longer allow the traditional sugary treats like cake, cupcakes and cookies.

I’m not that creative in the kitchen but Pinterest came to my rescue here (it was the first time I used the social media!). I found something perfect because it was –

String Cheese Birthday Snowmen

String Cheese Birthday Snowmen

  •     Quick
  •     Affordable (about $10)
  •     Easy
  •     Healthy
  •     Cute

It’s called the String Cheese Snowman…We decided to alter the look a little bit and call them the “String Cheese Birthday Snowmen.” We did this simply because this design was super easy and fast to put together for us. (I was too lazy to cut out black hats for each snowman)

We bought a 24-pack of string cheese and birthday hat stickers from Michaels. All I did was put a birthday hat on each piece and draw a snowman with black and orange markers. Afterwards, I tied a piece of ribbon around the neck area to make it look like a scarf.

It was a hit with Amaani’s friends! The decorated snowmen made the healthy snack fun to eat and added to a “celebratory” atmosphere in the room. I’m thankful to whoever came up with the original idea because with the busy schedules parents have, this was something simple, creative and perfect for the kids!

String Cheese Birthday Snowmen

Make Life a Celebration

Picture this- a couple standing in line waiting to get tickets to an amusement park. Their two sons meander off and start playing with these cute little ducklings. They are giggling and laughing when their dad comes to them and says, “Hurry up boys and get off the floor. We have to go inside the amusement park so we can START having fun.”

A light bulb went off for me when I read this story.

The father was telling his boys that they had to get inside the park to have fun while the boys were enjoying themselves right where they were.

How many times in our lives do we forget to enjoy where we are because we are so focused on the next goal, the next destination?

Oprah Winfrey has drawn a lot of attention to Eckhart Tolle’s book titled the ‘Power of Now,’ in which Tolle basically says that one shouldn’t think about the past or worry about the future because the only moment we have is right now.

It is not uncommon for people to spend their whole life waiting to start living,” Tolle writes.

I don’t want to wait. I want to live.

The title of this article is Make Life a Celebration. But life IS a celebration every moment when we are connected with our true nature and to our source, God.

When I am aware of His presence within me, it gives me spiritual confidence. It reminds me that He is a part of me and I am a part of Him. If I am a part of an entity so great, then there is no reason for insecurities or low self-esteem.

When I am aware of His presence, it makes me strong. It allows me to face my fears. On the inside, I am afraid to fly on an airplane. But when I tell myself that God is the pilot, I find myself surrendering my fears and making it through countless flights.

When I am aware of His presence, it gives me peace of mind. Life does not have to be perfect for us to be happy. Peace doesn’t come from the material. It comes from the inside. And when we get the inside right, the outside will fall into place.

Dhan ka bisther mil jaye neend ko tarse naan,

{a person can be lying on the most expensive bed and still thirst for sleep}

Kanto par bhi sohkar aaye kisi ke man ko chaan

{while somebody else could find rest even while lying on a bed of thorns. – spiritual song

 Once I have connected with the Supersoul through prayer, congregations and meditation, I now have spiritual confidence, strength, peace and joy. My life becomes a celebration. I understand I was made in His image. So, everything He possesses, I do too. I can tap into love, peace, and joy when I tap into my awareness of Him. My mind, body and soul are in a state of bliss, a state in which I was always meant to be.



How Romance Has Changed Since We Became Parents

Anyone who knows me knows I’m a romantic soul. I’ve always had a soft heart for love stories, chick flicks, long walks, dancing, sappy cards and fun-filled date nights.

What’s interesting is how “romance” has evolved for me and my husband since we became parents.

Before, I thought he was being romantic when he would surprise me with flowers or a jar with a bunch of love notes or take me out on trips. I got a thrill every time I read his daily romantic texts. And just so you know, my husband is a far cry from those romantic guys featured in Nicholas Sparks books so I get excited whenever he does anything “romantic.”

These days, it’s different things that make me fall for him. And now, I find all these things so romantic.

  • When he helps out by cubing cheese slices and cutting grapes and getting food ready for our daughter’s preschool class on the day he knows I’m designated Snack Parent
  • When he’s had a long day himself but he steps up to change that poopy diaper(s)
  • When he wakes up at night or early in the morning to take care of our daughter just so I can sleep in
  • When he knows I’d like to cook something so he chops the vegetables for me
  • When he takes charge of washing the dishes and taking out the trash
  • When he reaches over our daughter (who is sleeping in between us) to hold my hand while we lie in bed
  • When he knows I need to buy something but I don’t have time to go shopping for myself so he goes to the mall and attempts to buy me what I need (and actually gets it right!)
  • When he comes home for lunch and we play a game of tennis or go for a walk…an effort on his part to spend quality time with me because by evening time, sometimes we’re too tired after putting Amaani to bed to even catch up on each other’s day
  • When he takes our daughter to satsung (church) or a gym class while I’m working or busy with something else
  • When I watch him playing with Amaani excitedly or when she gives us her “family hug” and puts her arms around each of us and our eyes meet

Making this list has been a great Valentine’s Day exercise for me because I’m guilty of sometimes overlooking all that my husband does. Sometimes, I only see my own plate full of work to do and I’ll get on my husband’s case to plan a romantic outing, forgetting that he shows me romance every day. When I express my love, I can be over the top romantic – planning surprises for him and scavenger hunts, etc. But my husband’s love comes in more practical forms and now, as a parent, I find these gestures to be the most romantic. Maybe I don’t get flowers anymore, but the romantic gestures coming my way now are priceless and I hope I never take them for granted!

Before Becoming Parents

Before Becoming Parents

After Becoming Parents

After Becoming Parents









Happy Valentine’s Day!

Teaching Our Toddler Patience

I was warming up milk and pouring oatmeal cereal as fast as I could while my 15-month old daughter Amaani was crying and kicking in the high chair.

She now knows how to throw a temper tantrum. And it’s become a way for her to communicate to us when she’s not getting what she wants or, in this case, not getting what she wants fast enough.

Everyone around me tells me this is normal. This is the age when children test their limits. They also get frustrated because they still can’t communicate well. Amaani’s preschool teacher uses this example- imagine if you had masking tape over your mouth and you wanted to say something but you couldn’t. It would be frustrating.

While that is assuring, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was something more I could do as a parent. And as I brought her breakfast to the high chair something registered in me.

Amaani was throwing a tantrum because she didn’t have patience. And probably doesn’t understand the concept of patience. I realized it wasn’t even something I had tried to teach her.

When she wakes up in the morning saying “Mama,” I race over to pick her up from the crib. When I put her in the high chair, I either have her food ready to go or I’m racing to present it to her as fast as I can. When she sits in my lap, I drop everything I’m doing to read to her. I made her used to getting everything instantly.

She doesn’t throw the tantrums with teachers because she knows in the classroom she has to wait her turn. But, as our first and only child, this wasn’t something she’s ever had to do at home.

So, the next morning when she woke up, I stopped myself from running into her room to pick her up. It was hard because she kept saying “mama” and my natural inclination is to run to her. I let 10 minutes pass before I went in. My hope is that she learns to play with her stuffed animals or entertain herself. And in the process of soothing herself, entertaining herself, I’m hoping she learns the art of waiting which we call “patience.”

The second day was even more encouraging. I waited 22 minutes before going in. She said “mama,” “dada,” and “hi” for the first few minutes and then sat in her crib. Not a single tantrum that morning. She even waited patiently as I prepared her breakfast.

As a parent, I find it so hard when I have to watch my daughter in an uncomfortable situation that I know I can easily take her out of. But if she didn’t fall, she wouldn’t learn to walk. If I didn’t take her bottle away, she wouldn’t be drinking from her sippy cup. If we didn’t let her cry to sleep train her, she might still be waking up every two hours wanting to be held and rocked.

None of the decisions are easy. And there’s no set guideline or rule that fits every child.

Do I think the tantrums are over? No. Do I expect they will be less? Maybe not. But I feel that if I let her “wait” sometimes…she’ll learn that instead of crying and kicking, she can play or sing a song instead. And if I can somehow help teach her patience, I will be teaching her a beautiful virtue that will come in handy for the rest of her life.

Patiently Waiting to go to the Park :-)

Patiently Waiting to go to the Park

Mommy and Daddy Date Day… Making it Happen!

We don’t have a nanny or babysitter to watch our toddler. We also don’t have family nearby. And our daughter is at a stage where she knows who mommy and daddy are and who a stranger is so we can’t just leave her with an unfamiliar face. But we were determined to go out on a date.

Amaani is 13 months old and she has been going to bed by 7:30pm and sleeping through the night for several months. That means my husband and I get plenty of time together to watch movies, hang out, dine in but… it’s always at home.

We wanted to get out. Go to the movies. Just the two of us.

Here’s how we made it happen-

My husband took a vacation day from work. Our daughter goes to a daycare that she loves about two times a week. On this day, she was oblivious to the fact that we were dropping her off in the arms of her favorite teacher not to go to work but to have a playdate of our own.

After we dropped Amaani off, we went out for breakfast. We chose a diner that we had never been to before. This instantly made us feel as if we were on vacation out of town. It was so nice not to worry about keeping our daughter from throwing food on the floor. This moment was just about my husband and me. We could look into each other’s eyes without any distractions. It felt so good!

After a leisure breakfast, we went to play some tennis. We hadn’t played in about two years and it felt so good to hit the ball back and forth and make each other run. The score was tied at the end and we left it at that.

Once we had showered and changed we headed out to the movies. Best. Date. Ever. We watched “Inside Out” and “Jurassic World.” Yes, we did two movies back-to-back to make up for all the times we couldn’t go out and had to Netflix or Redbox something. We loved both. “Inside Out” was particularly a lovely surprise with not a single dull moment.

There are so many things I loved about our date. We weren’t rushing through things and my husband was opening doors for me… sometimes we get caught up with putting Amaani in her car seat and are so focused on settling her in that those “extras” don’t get to happen all the time.

After the movies, we grabbed some donuts at Krispy Kreme and because we started missing Amaani around this time, we went to pick her up early.

My husband enjoyed our 8-hour “date day” so much he wondered if he could do it once a month!

We love spending time with our daughter and we take her out nearly everyday- whether it’s a birthday party, wedding, museum, park, amusement park, swimming, etc. We get plenty of family bonding time. And we’re grateful for that. But there were some activities like playing tennis and going to a movie theater that my husband and I missed doing on the date nights we have. Luckily, we found a way to make it happen on a “date day” instead.

You know what they say…where there’s a will, there’s a way! 🙂

Playing Tennis

Playing Tennis