Wednesday, February 24, 2016


I cannot say for sure if having smalls just 15 months after
Tuts was planned.
I can say although it is so very hard for Baby boy 
and especially  Kd, having "Irish Twins", their closeness
is beginning to be the sweetest experience.
Smalls has not been a good sleeper and
loves, I mean adores her Mommy and Daddy as it should be.
So, I jokingly always say she hates he Mumsie.
It is actually funny to watch because as long as her
back is to me and her parents are not in her vision,
we are cool, yet the minute she turns around and sees
it is I holding her she goes into terrible screams.
 She is a beautiful baby just as the other grand girls are
and probably being the last to BB and Kd,
we are enjoying the "babyness" of it all.
 Of course, Bean just loves her 
and Tuts is just finally to acknowledge her presence.
For the first few weeks, we kept thinking she really
thought she was temporary and was going to go somewhere.
Now that is is interacting, Tuts is liking her sooo much.
We are so very blessed with these three girls because
each is different, healthy and beautiful.
There is always chaos and fun in the
young Riera household, It is where I go 
often when I am lonesome as well as bored
a trip to their house puts a smile on my face
and there is always something to be done there.
My lil daughter in law, well I watch her 
and she always seems so calm around her babies.
I keep telling her, so soon they will be grown
and there will be many days to clean house.
There is that saying,

It’s been said:
Good Moms Have Sticky Floors,
Messy Kitchens,
Laundry Piles,
Dirty Oven,
and Happy Kids.

and If you read my blog of yesterday
you will undertand even more as to 
my sweet Kd and my Baby boy,
focus on raising three little girls
and enjoy their Caboose,
Ours Sweet Smalls!

Tuesday, February 23, 2016


My post today was going to be about SMALLS
but something happened yesterday that has me
changing my plans.
Yesterday as I waited in the rainy parking lot
of COPAC, where our play will be put on
this weekend, I read lines.
As I looked up stating my memorized lines,
I see three teen boys, playing soccer on the
old football field of COPAC, in the drizzly rain.
I put my play book down and I watch them.
I watch them ignoring the rain,
fetching a kicked ball that misses the net,
laughing, high fives abound
and I am transported back to a time in my memory.
The time when my own grown babies were young ones,
pre teen and then teens.
I watch and I become so lonesome for that time.
I want to scream to no one who can hear me, 
their parents, Your children are innocently playing 
an outside game in the rain!!!
They are not on the computer, they are not
on their cell phones, of course, they are not 
studying but that is a different blog.
Not often but sometimes I long for the days
that my kiddo's were those children,
always outside playing, practicing,
and I realize I was such a lucky Mommy,
having my children before the world of 
technology took off.
Sometimes I long to be the Momma of young ones.
Of course, it only lasts short intervals as I also
love my life as a Mumsie with grown children.
I am glad I was that momma, who went outside
to play and to watch.
I say to you young Mothers,
"I know its hard sometimes, I know sometimes you want to
throw in the towel, but believe me when I say,
this will be gone so fast, sitting in the stands watching
a basketball/baseball/football game. You will miss it"
So many thoughts in so little time.
I am transported to a time when Baby boy was
about two, it had been a rough day,
lots of crying, demands, time outs,
As he napped, I selfishly laid in my bed and

counted how many more years until I would be free
of this burden. I have often thought and had guilt 
feelings over that day, yet we all have them.
We also have these days,
I remember the first night that both my babies
had somewhere to be on a Friday night,
Baby boy went to a party and Gypsy baby
had just been dropped off at a sleep over.
I stopped at a red light and realized,
for the very first time, my car was empty of children.
I cried, right there at that red light knowing 
that this is the first of many nights that I will be 
alone and this will lead to them growing up and
I being the Mommy of adults.
So I say to this Mommy's and Daddy's of these
teens playing soccer in the rain,
I say to all those young parents with more babies
than adults,
"Hang on, the roller coaster of life and emotions
some you will be proud of and others that you 
will not be so proud of but all that are normal.
It is so "cliche" to say, 
"enjoy them, they grow so fast"
yes, it is true so true, but there will be good and bad,
and try and take it in stride and when they say,
"Hey Mom/Dad me and a few friends are
going to the field to play soccer in the rain"
Smile and say, "Okay have fun"
because just as yours are going fast, 
so is theirs, let them play soccer in the rain.

Monday, February 22, 2016

.. and then there is our TUTS...

Surely and awesome thing to watch all the Grand Girls
grow and change into their own little personalities.
Our Tuts, only being 15 months older than her
baby sister, Smalls is definitely the clown of
the group. Out of the three, she is the one
who most reminds me of her daddy,
my baby boy. Not in her looks so much
but in her actions, for instance, 
She sucks the very same fingers her Daddy sucked
as a child.
and has a "woobie" like her Daddy and gypsy baby did,
she calls hers "Bae"
Yep that is it, on her lap, sitting in the Blues Clues
thinking chair...
 She adores, I mean adores her "Sissy"
Its hard to remember that she is still a baby
as Smalls came just a few months after her first bday.
Not even two yet, she has surprised us all
when one day, after not speaking much,
she just recited the ABC's. even pronouncing
the LMNOP separately.
Amazing she is! Can count to 15 and well,
she is just smart, sweet child.
 As much as she loves her Sissy,
We are still not sure of just how much she is into
baby sis, Smalls...
but as Smalls grows and does more, Tuts is getting
warmed to her a little more each day.
She is one of the sweetest babies I have met.
Yet, she is set in her ways, 
only likes sleeping in her own baby bed,
in the very dark, with a sound machine placed
with her 'bae'.
So it makes it hard to keep her for the night
or naptimes. Thursday mornings is her 
"Mumsie" day and I think she is finally 
beginning to look forward to our day 
together, but come nap time, it is home
and her bed she wants. 
Our Tuts brings us all so much joy,
many laughs, perfect little girl for our family.

Sunday, February 21, 2016

Grand girls are sooo grand!

Yesterday I was in desperate need for some
Grand Girl loving.
I went to the Riera home, and Kd
and the girls were getting ready to go play outside.
I joined them and although it had been a rough morning
for Mumsie being with them always brightens my day.
We played outside in the beautiful weather,
I stayed to help KD bathe and feed the girls,
I know she appreciated the help and it is one of
my favorite things to do.
Then as they all smelled so fresh and clean,
Ms. Fashionesta, Bean in some Christmas bottom
with a green skirt and a pink shirt she begged
her Mommy to sleep in,
sat to eat some frozen Pizza, kind her Daddy used to 
love as a kid. She was playing around with the pizza
and because I had also brought some 
corn/crawfish/crab soup,
I asked if she wanted to try that instead.
Now, this next small story will tell you a lot
about our almost 5 year old Bean.
How she can be a handful but also the sweetest 
little thing,
I heated her up some soup as her Mommy rocked smalls
and Tuts watched TV eating popcorn.
Bean tastes the soup and says,
"Mumsie I like this more than that pizza"
She thinks about her statement
and then shares her thoughts,
"Momma did you cook that Pizza?"
Her Mom explains that it was a box
Pizza she just heated up, that Daddy had bought it.
Then her kind heart says,
"Because I really like your soup more, Mumsie
but I don't want hurt Mommy's feelings if she made
the Pizza"
Okay this child, can drive you crazy with her clothing styles,
loving to do things her way, screaming with a scratch,
 A "never give up attitude"
as she learns how to ride her two wheel bike,
Yet, her big heart, never to hurt feelings purposefully 
can melt your heart. No wonder her sisters love
her so very much.
Our sweet Bean, the first Grand Girl,
a leader for her baby sisters
and one that has stolen all our hearts.

Thursday, February 18, 2016

Where might you be, sister chain??

Us DTB Peeps believe in prayer to certain
Saints to help us, no we Catholics do not
As some believe, but I do believe
that our Saints are there to intercede,
help God with certain things.
So I see this prayers to St. Anthony,
He is the Saint for loss items....
Prayer to St. Anthony for lost items
St. Anthony, perfect imitator of Jesus, who received from God the special power of restoring lost things, grant that I may find (name the lost item) which has been lost. 
At least restore to me peace and tranquillity of mind, the loss of which has afflicted me even more than my material loss. To this favor, I ask another of you: that I may always remain in possession of the true good that is God. Let me rather lose all things than lose God, my supreme good. Let me never suffer the loss of my greatest treasure, eternal life with God. 
So when I moved to the Cottage, 
I had lots of movers, painters in and out,
I somehow, l lost my sister chain,
Now the sister chain is a big deal,
and not a day goes by that I don't wonder
where in the heck it is and each time I open something
that I have not opened in some time, I hope that
there will be my sister chain.
When we were kids, My Mom had a charm bracelet,
it had each of us children a charm with out name
and date of birth on it,
Before Dementia took over her life,
she had the bracelet separated and each of us 
received our charms on a chain and each 
time us sisters got together we wore our sister chain.
The loss of this chain really has been  a sad thing for me.
I can't think of the fact that maybe someone took that 
chain from my home, yet I have searched and searched,
spoke to everyone I know to see if I left it somewhere
and after almost a year, I still have not been able to find
my most treasured possession from my Mom.
I am almost even jealous of my sisters who still
have theirs. 
So today, I will begin saying this prayer daily.
I know if this charm ever come back to me,
I will cry....
The last gift I had gotten from my Mom and
the one thing I and my sisters shared and wore
proudly. I think, right now....
Where are you, Lillian chain, this very minute!
Come on St. Anthony, bring my charm 
back to me!

Wednesday, February 17, 2016


I have been asked to write a blog about the passing 
and loss of a dear friend, Rona. I have put it off for days and today 
feel enough time has passed, that her dear son,
her friends, her family but most importantly,
Her dear Daughter, Our Shantelle, known as Tell to
those who love her, 
so many need some type of words as their loss 
sinks in.....

So, with Telle's permission I begin to try and share
what a loss this woman has been to so many, to the world.
I say nothing I don't mean and I do say probably more
than I should sometimes, Please forgive me ahead of time
if this post lands up being too long.
So, when did Rona and I become friends?
We certainly were not friends in high school as she
was many years younger than me. 
I go back to the late 90's and know we became 
friends as so many others I call friend.
In a gym, biddy basketball season.
You see, her Shantelle and my Baby boy played 
Biddy in the same gym and like me,
we spent weekends in those gyms.
We lost touch for so many years,
then Baby boy, Shantelle grew up,
had families and thanks to Facebook,
we became in contact with each other.
As I have watched her grand babies grow,
following Shantelle's page,
hearing stories of the sweet babies and their dear
MIMi, my heart melted many times.
So many times I have said aloud to many,
"Some people say and post things about their families
that are so fake but Shantelle, when she posts anything
about her babies, it is real, she honestly loves her little
family sooo darn much and makes many of us smile.
So the loss of her Mom, her babies MIMI,
is not a small thing.
I want to say something to Telle and Lionelle,
hoping that one day these same words will be comfort
to the children who called her MIMI....
a few months ago, Rona and I shared a few phone
calls. They were not easy ones, but because
of their content, I will not share much of those conversations.
What I will share is each time we spoke,
when she spoke of her own children,
especially Shantelle she beamed with pride,
asking me, "How did she learn to love her children so much?"
"How does she know how to be such a good Mother?"
I reminded her each time, "Rona, she learned by watching you"
This made her cry more than once,
and when we spoke of her little ones,
what did she want Shantelle to learn now,
on how to handle her babies as adults?
I reminded her, "You know our own babies may be adults
but they are still watching us"
I will forever be thankful for these conversations she
and I had, as I now hold some precious talks
that one day, if asked, I can share with her own babies.
I think of Rona and I know Shantelle, although
so sad without her Mom, as she was such a help to her,
her Mom has raised a very strong woman, and
with the support of her dear husband, and those
four babies that she adores, She will be okay.
I pray that her baby boy, Lionele, can find his way as
he may still believe he so needs her.
However, I know his Mom and she
 will continue to work her magic for him
from high above us... Lionel will always be her baby boy.
Love to all who loved our Rona..
There will never be another like her,
as it should be....
RIP Rona!
I pray this post brings only comfort and helps the
pain even if just a tad....

Sunday, February 7, 2016

Just my opinion.......

I know that my opinion, my blog is just that,
My opinion and yet, this morning I am in deep thoughts
about lots of things that may not mean much to many.
I wake up early each morning, and yet this morning,
I am still on my recliner, face booking and watching
Home channels, I just love home channels.
Usually it consists of old homes that are redone.
This morning, I am on a site showing huge homes
for the "rich and famous"
and my thoughts go to...
Why does anyone need a huge home such as this.
Some are over 10,000 square feet and there are two 
people living in it. I have never believed in living above
your means, maybe these people don't but I still
see these homes and furniture, as they speak of how
much each reno. costed as well as how much a coffee table,
dining table costed. I look around my little cottage
that I would put up to every one of these rich homes
and still choose my cottage. 
My dining table? 100 dollars found at Fancy finds,
Piano? Painted and antiqued red? Nope not 5,000 dollars,
a mere 350 with delivery. 
I realize I have to change the channel, 
this type of grandiose living, for whatever reason,
makes me slightly nauseated and embarrassed
that I am even watching it, knowing that here in 
our very own US of A, little children are going to bed hungry.
A friend posted this morning on Facebook:
"I identify with Tinker Bell a lot, she needs a lot of attention
or she dies...."
This got me thinking and posting my own response"
"I more relate to Jimeny Cricket:
"Let your conscience be your guide"
With that said, my conscience would not only let me
never live in such a home that seems just like a brag session,
but also I can no longer watch it.
So off with the TV and on to baking
for Superbowl! have a good one, all!

Tuesday, February 2, 2016


My GYPSY BABY, well she often amazes me.
Lately I have had a few lonely days, missing being her Momma
when she was young and HAD to see me everyday, I mean
she was my underage child back in the day.
Back to the blog...
We both follow HUMANS OF NEW YORK on Instagram,
and often are touched by the same things,
but Gypsy is more of a realist than I, who is more of a dreamer....
Today I see on her wall, this post from an Instagram "Humans of NY"
and she posts:

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“My wife passed away last January. We’d been married for 62 years. You caught me at a time when I’ve been thinking a lot about love because I’m reading Shakespeare’s sonnets. The definition of love is elusive, which is why we write about it endlessly. Even Shakespeare couldn’t touch it. All the greatest love stories just seem to be about physical attraction. Romeo and Juliet didn’t know if they liked the same books or movies. It was just physical. After 62 years, it becomes something different entirely. My wife used to say: ‘We are one.’ And believe me, she was not the type of person to overstate something. Now that she’s gone, I realize how right she was. So much of our lives were linked. We were very physical and affectionate. But we also shared every ritual of our life. I miss her every time I leave a movie and can’t ask for her opinion. Or every time I go to a restaurant and can’t give her a taste of my chicken. I miss her most at night. We got in bed together at the same time every night.”

I tear up a tad, because, !) that my GYPSY BABY
has such a soft spot for older people, as do I.
2) Because my girl wants in love, the same thing I 
am looking for in love.
Because of her most beautiful share, I realize
that only this kind of love will ever make me committed again.
Even in my marriage, I was independent, Ron working away
lots while I raised the kiddo's. We had many good years,
but I think it is fair to say, we didn't have this.
We were merely children when we got together,
how could we ever know whom we would be in our 50's.
Yes, we are divorced and yes, we are amicable.
We are, I would say, friends, as we both realize
after a few bitter years, we really just grew up 
to be two people wanting different things.
So, back to Gypsy Baby's post.
Because I am very independent and liking my own company,
I am completely content living alone for the remainder of my life,
If I am fortunate to find the love that is spoken about 
in the interview of this elderly man in his late 80's,
I probably would give the whole love things a shot once again.
I know I guard my heart from love these days.
I love dating and meeting new people but I 
know what I am looking for and in that paragraph,
it is written as if I would have shared it from my 
own heart. Thanks, Gypsy Baby for sharing such
a beautiful writing. Thank you for being MY GYPSY BABY
and reminding me of what is the most important in life,
not money, not fame, but love, real live love....
I pray you and KAYSHARA, SHARA can say this 
70 years from now and I pray that somewhere in 
my future, not knowing how long that may be or take,
I can find this and settle for nothing less.
Also, thanks, thanks, for unblocking my blogging block.
I think I am finding it again,
my blog talent...
I love you my dear, dear child!
and as a "New friend" of mine has shared