When I Met You…

When I Met You…

When I first met you, I had no idea the impact you would have on my life. I mean we were literally babies. We don’t even look, speak, nor act like the individuals we used to be. We both turned 31 years this year (being as we’re only 2 weeks apart) and we met when we were about 15 years old.

After the math?

I’ve known you for more than half my short life.

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Sheesus! Who are these people?!

The only thing I can say is that if I knew then, what I know now… I would have done sooo many things differently. And yet, I still feel like maybe I wouldn’t change a thing. We’ve been through so much over the last sixteen years.

But let’s start at the beginning:

We met at the PetShop (and it’s pronounced just like that, all in one word). If you know the Roque girls, and you also know the PetShop, you my friend know of some hella crazy times.

So… boy gets arrested, boy does community service with the policemen. Policeman sees he’s a good kid and just needs a little guidance, offers him a job at the PetShop.

Yep, that policeman was my dad. So yeah, I guess you could say my dad introduced us. Although, I don’t think any of us understood the impact of those small events until now, years later. So he got a job at the Petshop, and it just so happens that where we spent the majority of our time. With our mom, playing with the pets and stealing the money out the cash box to spend at the dollar store or salon down in the same shopping center. We are girls, and we were bored.

Over the years we’ve cultivated a friendship that would surpass anything. We’ve been through extreme highs and extreme lows — when we were nothing but friends. I’ve lost count of the number of times over the years that my best friend (now my husband) has saved my ass. From being belligerently drunk, and from the brinks of suicide, from cocaine highs that lasted weeks at a time, and depression lows that would keep buried for weeks. He’s sat with me through hyperventilating panic attacks as my parents rushed me to the ER, and held my hand every second we welcomed our two sons into the world.

 

He knows me better than I know me.

He knows that I can be funny, cute and charming — but put one toe out of line and I’ll cut your jugular motherf*cker.

And don’t think that I won’t.

He knows each of the me’s I have created over the years, and now? When I’m just simple me, we can laugh at all of my previous antics. And we don’t just get to reminisce on small moments, we can reminisce on everything because he has been there for me through it all. 

And now? I can’t picture doing this crazy thing called parenthood with anyone else.

He’s my person.

 

 

An Introduction by Ordinary Means…

An Introduction by Ordinary Means…

Hello, and welcome to our page!

We’re the Galdamez Crew.

Our family of five consists of Mom, Dad, Evan, Logan, and Cooper (my bonus baby pictured below).

Allow me to introduce, from left to right:

Evan, Avery, Logan, and Dominic.

The funny part is, this all began with one big, OOPS!

I come from a large, predominantly strong (like insanely strong and confident) female lead family, being I’m one of four sisters. If you know one of us, you know all of us (that’s just how it works in this pack). About 4 years ago, there was one missed contraceptive pill, and a month later the doctor announced: SURPRISE! You’re having a baby!

Come again now? 

9 crazy months later, we welcomed our first boy into the Roque clan, as Evan made his arrival in September of 2015. 3 short months later, Dominic would grace us with his presence, being the miracle baby of the family. Coopie arrived just in time for Evan’s first birthday, before Avery made her arrival later that December.

Once you pop, you just don’t stop. 

I guess you can say I popped the lid on that one. Because now? We got these kids coming out of everywhere, and we’re quickly becoming outnumbered.

We welcomed Logan 2 years later, and throw in our 3 other nieces — the count is where now??

8 grandkids for Abuela and Abuelo… 

Throw in the fact that were not done procreating yet…

And our mom might not survive these multiplying kids

I come from a big family

That’s an understatement, it’s only getting bigger.

Add to that, these crazy kids experience everything together and get into all kinds of trouble together. Most of the time, they don’t realize that they’re not actually brothers and sisters, and that “yes you need to go to your own home little girl” and “no you’re not coming to my house today”. At “Abuela’s Day Care” there are three toddlers and one infant on any given weekday.

They tend to do aalloottttttt of crazy shenanigans together, and it’s always the most fun they’ve ever had. The chaos that unfolds daily at our home and on our combined adventures is nothing short of hilarious. As “work from home” mom’s we spend half the time laughing at their conversations and the crazy adventures they get into; and the other half ripping our hairs out trying to decide who to punish first — and honestly speaking, its usually Avery, (she’s the little firecracker!)

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But at the end of the day, we wouldn’t have it any other way. They love each other in the same way I love each of my sisters. The relationship dynamics between them are eerily like our own relationships. Best of all? We get to watch them grow into miniature versions of ourselves, and we get to partake in all the fun of our childhoods — all over again, but this time with our own kids. We still feel like kids ourselves most of the time.

It’s both the most work we’ve ever done, and the best of times we’ve ever had.

#boymom

 

♥JessG.