Ok so I’ve been lagging. Big time. I had a lot more energy with my first pregnancy. This one has me so drained. Maybe it’s that this time around there’s a rambunctious 4 year old in the picture. Maybe.

So, anyway, this rambunctious 4 year old actually just turned 4 on Valentine’s Day. We had a party for her the weekend of. Why is it so draining? Again, I’ll blame my pregnancy. Normally party planning gets me excited. This time I was completely over it. I had all these plans to make a pretty Rapunzel doll cake. Saved a bunch of pins on Pinterest. We ended up buying a cake.

Of course the small gathering swole up as guests brought guests and I became to feel very claustrophobic in my home. I couldn’t wait for it to just be over.

I was proud of my decor though. It was princessy and dainty. I made traditional cheese paste sandwiches in yellow and pink which I cut into hearts (she’s a Valentine’s baby, after all). I did manage to make a big batch of mini cupcakes which I simply decorated with a dollop of icing and pretty heart sprinkles. They were a hit. We had popcorn and ring pops. The kids loved it all.

I decided to go the Trini route for food. We had curried chicken, curried channa (chickpeas) with aloo (potatoes), 2 kinds of roti, jerked and bbq wings, and a friend of mines made chow mein (Guyanese noodles with veggies). It was way too much work. Now I see why people just order pizzas. Haha.

I was absolutely exhausted by the end of the night. We dealt with too many guests, a huge house fire 2 houses down which left our guests stuck in the house and incoming guests stuck on the road unable to enter our block, and a snowstorm. It was an eventful day.

But, the child was happy. She had a ball and felt special on her day. That’s all that matters, right?

Til next time, folks. Mommy chronicles continue.


Happy Carnival

So I have a confession. I’m a soca baby to my heart…but I’ve never been to Trinidad carnival. Cut me some slack! My parents migrated here when I was only 3 years old. Carnival usually falls somewhere between February-March and I had school! I spent every summer back home, and I’m eternally grateful for the moments I spent with my late grandmother. But, I have been deprived of a motherland carnival.

I’ll make it there one sweet day. I have an almost 4 year old and one on the way. Carnival definitely wasn’t in the cards for me for 2018.

Here’s a pic of my parents. Circa 1977-ish. Carnival costumes have definitely changed since then. More skin now, less costume. Hopefully one day I’ll be able to take a replica of this picture with my husband. I think that will make for a good framed keepsake.

Until next time, my friends. Wine and fling it up. 🇹🇹


So, a year ago I decided to try the food blog thing. Started off with steam, but the smoke quickly subsided. I love to write, but I noticed that recipe writing wasn’t really for me. I cook A LOT. But I NEVER measure and never remember to jot methods and ingredients down. I just go with the flow. I no longer though it was fair to try and come up with recipes when, really, I wasn’t confident that I was giving the proper directions.

So I decided to revamp. I’ll no longer try and do the recipe blog thing. Instead, I’ll make it into a lifestyle blog. I have a lot to say and not many people to say it to. My days as a SAHM is spent with an almost 4 year old so my thoughts usually just stay in my brain.

Food is a huge part of my life so I’ll definitely be writing about it. Just don’t look for recipes from my end. While I’d love to share ideas and give tips (feel free to comment, email, etc.), specific recipes just can’t happen.

Alright, so my name is Alicia. Today is my birthday. I’m officially 32. Yay.

My mom always made us homemade cakes growing up. I can still remember the smell of chocolate buttercream and the joy of cutting into a delicious cocoa enriched cake with rainbow sprinkles. Mmmmm. So this year, against my husband’s desire to purchase a fancy cake, I made my own. I didn’t trim it, didn’t level it, didn’t crumb coat it; I haphazardly spread a thick layer of homemade buttercream, threw some pink nonpareils and sprinkles and lined the circumference with chocolate chips. It was uneven, a tad sloppy and incredibly delicious and nostalgic. It was perfect.

So for everyone who follows me on IG, you’re probably wondering what the special announcement is. Well…I’m gonna be a momma again! I’ve been scared, excited, and a tad bit in denial for quite some time. But now, every kick I feel is a strong reminder of how real this is, and also how much of a blessing it is. I’m excited to share this latest journey with all of you.

Thanks for visiting and I’m looking forward to a busy year, new friends, and lots of adventures! Hope you stick around!!

Thanks Sophie. 

On February 14, 2014, after 23 hours of labor and an emergency C-Section, I looked at this messy little baby girl and learned what unconditional love is. 

Having a child will change your life. It’s SO cliche. But it’s true. My ENTIRE world changed after Sophia came along. 

Gone were the days of being alone. That’s not so bad, right? Well I liked being alone. Sure, hanging out with a fun bunch of people is great. But being able to just pick up and go out solo, or to sit at home and do absolutely nothing are luxuries that I thoroughly enjoyed and greatly miss. 

She is at the age where she’s rebellious and feisty. She is passionate, impatient and adventurous. It is frustrating. I try to be patient, and I am most of the time. But sometimes I just want to hide in a corner and curl up into a ball. There are moments where I question myself. Am I doing this right? Am I a good mother? 

(Get ready for the inevitable mushiness…)

Then she hugs me and says “you’re the best mommy in my life.” My fears and doubt are washed away. 

She’s REALLY attached to me. I guess that comes with SAHM territory. But I cannot even think about life without her. I remember my pre-mommy days and I do miss it. But I just can’t imagine her not being around. I would be lost without my Sophs. 

I would not change being a mother for anything in this entire world. If I fail at everything in my life, creating this beautiful child is something I’ll always be proud of. 

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mommies. 

Thank you, Sophie.