christina montoya fiedler
When I was a little girl, my mother made sure that I always had positive role models in my life, right down to the dolls that I played with in my dollhouse. Whenever possible, she made sure that I had dolls that looked like me - and by that I mean ones that had brown hair, brown eyes, and dark skin (well, I'm pretty fair, but you get the point. The dolls looked Hispanic).
It's me, Joseph. My Mama has the day off, so I am writing her blog today. I have a bunch of new tricks up my sleeve, so she needs the break.
Mexican women are by nature, go-getters. We take it all on, no matter what, and we are the focal point of our families - the masa that binds it all together.
One mom's gonna zip up her jeans again thanks to trainer to the stars Harley Pasternak.
Have you ever been accidentally separated for your child, even for just a moment? If you have, chances are you'll never forget that heart-wrenching moment.
The story you are about to read is true. It involves good old-fashioned baby making, a large, lively Mexican family and the rhythm method. If you're a good Catholic woman, you know what I am talking about.
One mom meets her trainer for the first time. Here's the blow by blow.