I am a chatterbox. I mean it.
I’d always rather be wearing feathers on my head or otherwise prancing and parading. You can probably tell from the pictures below.
I’m Laura. I wish I’d made people say it the Spanish way my entire life but I’ll answer to it either way. Or to “hey, you.”
I’m a classy Puerto Rican chica with a serious aversion to Rosie Perez and all things leopard skin (especially seat covers). I’m the oldest of four sisters, the shortest of the bunch, and the biggest closet-mooch of us all.
I’m good at being a wife about 75% of the time, with a Mr. Laura who is good at being a husband 100% of the time and a baby that’s awesome at being a baby ALL of the time (even when it’s 5 a.m., she’s woken me up, and she’s clearly the only one who thinks so).
I’ve lived in Trinidad and Tobago for the last four years, after my husband’s job search led us here. I’m no stranger to the suitcase life and I’ve lived in the UK, Canada, Spain, Puerto Rico, and a sweet lil’ assortment of US states (Arkansas, North Carolina, and New York). I’ve moved so much I think boxes are perfectly appropriate ways to store things in your living room. You may proceed to tell me I’m wrong.
I LOOOOOVE living in Trinidad. It’s far from home, and I miss arugula and berries and city life and autumn and layering my clothes… but it’s 100% worth it, always.
If you were to follow me for a day, you’d see that I spend my time doing this stuff, thinking about this stuff, and writing (or rather, meaning to write and trying to write) about this stuff:
- Being a parent without losing my mind (or, most of the time, my dignity). I’m having great fun with Miss Baby and I’m besotted by my huge-cheeked blue-eyed chatterbox mini-person. I may not write about her every day or give you regular updates about her–and this is why I don’t write about the baby as much as you might expect–but I’ll talk your ear off about what it’s like being her mama, what it’s like bringing her up here in Trinidad, and why I wish she didn’t love mashed bananas so much (she loves them, I can’t stand the smell of them).
- Running and exercising. I never thought I would be able to run and so I am just beside myself that I can! It makes me happy and pleasant to be around. I’ll also go on and on about Zumba, swimming, and cycling, all of which make me wash my hair a lot more than I probably should and recharge my batteries for this new “I’m a baby’s mama! / OMG, when did THAT happen?” thing.
- Taking pictures. I used to spend a lot of time taking pictures around the island. Nowadays, I spend a lot of time taking pictures of Miss Baby. There will be a happy medium one day soon.
- Sewing (and dreaming of having a sewing binge). I’ve sewn since I was 14 and my closet is full of clothes that I’ve made. I’m on a bit of a baby-induced hiatus (she doesn’t make a good pincushion and she thinks fabric is for spitting up on, not for dresses) but I still dream in dresses, and skirts, and blouses–the brighter, the better.
- Counting down the days until I next see my family. My family is awesome. I miss them. They’re so cool, you would miss them too. That’s why I write about us past/present/future… in case you can’t hear us from where you’re sitting right now (we’re a pretty rambunctious bunch).
Oh–and after a bout of grad school and a string of office and administrative jobs, I now keep myself fed, in work, and, most importantly, happy as a freelance writer and copyeditor, working from home–not always in real shoes, sadly, but always in real clothes.
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