A day in the life of the Vasquez Tribe,
as told by the one they call "Mama"...
6 am: Daddy is up and ready for work. Brees wakes up right with him, slobbering on
Mama's face and giving sweet baby kisses. She nurses and Mama drifts in and out of
sleep. We kiss Daddy bye-bye and cuddle in bed for a while.
Mama's face and giving sweet baby kisses. She nurses and Mama drifts in and out of
sleep. We kiss Daddy bye-bye and cuddle in bed for a while.

TV and likes to glance at it from time to time while she's crawling around. We had to
put a quilt on the fireplace because she has started pulling herself up into a standing
position and her favorite spot is the brick fireplace. ER visit waiting to happen. We
play on the floor and wait for Isabelle to wake up.

very happy little sister. They play together while I get breakfast ready.

down and have breakfast together. I drink my first cup of tea and will the black circles
under my eyes far far away. Isabelle watches a few morning cartoons, I catch up on
emails and blogging, laundry and dishes.

Jump Up in the bathroom doorway. Otherwise, I would be wearing my old Grateful
Dead t-shirt and dirty hair all day.
Post office, bank, grocery store. Riveting stuff! Isabelle asks me a million and one
questions and tries to convince me to buy everything in the store. I forget the Ergo
and am too germaphobic to let Brees sit in the cart so I put her in the infant seat on top
of it. Germaphobia goes into overdrive when every single passerby then walks up to
our cart and touches her. She seems pretty happy with all the attention.
questions and tries to convince me to buy everything in the store. I forget the Ergo
and am too germaphobic to let Brees sit in the cart so I put her in the infant seat on top
of it. Germaphobia goes into overdrive when every single passerby then walks up to
our cart and touches her. She seems pretty happy with all the attention.

everything ready and unload all the goods. Thank God for little helpers!

I head up to her room to play a game of Monopoly Junior and discuss important topics
such as her love for Justin Beiber and what color she wants to paint her nails
after bath time.


girls' rooms. Brees likes to crawl back and forth between her room and Belle's, when
she's willing to unglue herself from my hip, that is.

with 100% humidity. The water is our only salvation.



back outside. I read a book and/or write while Isabelle rides her scooter on the drive
and plays with the dogs.


dishes and prepare supper. This is what I refer to as "The Witching Hour". It's loud and
a bit chaotic. I do my best to keep them entertained, thus avoiding any melt-downs.
When in doubt, bribe them with treats.

We gather around the table for dinner. That night was pizza night,
Isabelle's favorite.

lounge around the living room, talking about our days, reading, singing, dancing, watching
the few and far between family appropriate TV shows.

usually watch a little TV, Shawn plays guitar, I catch up on emails/blog, we read. No
photo for this one, Daddy is tired of my camera.
10 pm: Brees wakes up to nurse one more time before its officially lights out. We all
climb into the big bed, Daddy leads us in our prayers, we kiss each other good night,
and get ready to do it all again the next day!
climb into the big bed, Daddy leads us in our prayers, we kiss each other good night,
and get ready to do it all again the next day!