Origanlly, myBachoochie has always been Miss C-Jaz...Cianna Jazmyn...she continues to be a ball of laughter, a ray of sunshine, a shot of Red Bull, or a great little pillow to cuddle with. She loves to cook and clean, read and play, lounge and chill, dance and sing, and craft and tinker. She can dance to any beat, sing to any tune, and laugh to anything silly. She's rambunctious at home and a little mother hen at school, unless I'm around then she's mute like Raj on Big Bang Theory (one of our favorite shows since 2009 when we lived in Sweden and had nothing to watch except for TV series and movies).
These days, myBachoochie now includes Mr. J-Nio...Jaycob Nio...who like his sister, but in his own way, leaves us laughing at all his little nuances, scrambling after his quick chubby feet, and blurbing all his soft surface areas. He loves to cook (ie. hold a spatula), play (ie. eat anything that can almost fit into his mouth), dance (ie. swing his arms), sing (ie. squeel), eat (ie. drop food onto the floor), and laugh uncontrollably when his sister tickles him or plays peek-a-boo. Jaycob Nio is just as fiery as Cianna Jazmyn who's just as determined as Daddy...jgtwothree.
myBachoochies have forever changed my life, from my day-to-day to my purpose and meaning. They spark my heart to be better than I might settle to be, which inspires me to share what I can with other parents who are constantly striving to be as good as and better than the legacies we follow in our own parents. Nothing is easy but the hardships last only a moment to make way for the memories that last forever.
