How Leslie Got Her Blogging Groove Back

Once upon a time, in a quaint picturesque Mexican pueblito, lived a fabulous and stunning American housewife named Leslie.  She spent her days cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, chasing after her four little kiddies, and caring for her hardworking Hubby.

Our story begins around the time that Leslie discovered the Internet.  It was a thrilling and somewhat scary world, filled with wonder and lots of helpful information about everything you could possibly imagine.  Leslie was fascinated by it all and spent what little free-time she had searching for recipes and stalking friends on MySpace.

Then one fateful day, Leslie discovered the wonderful world of blogging.  It was a world like none she'd ever seen before.  Regular, every day people, from all walks of life, writing about their lives and experiences and sharing it with the entire world.  Leslie remembered that one of her childhood dreams was to become a writer.  But Leslie was weary of starting a blog, especially after having read so many chain emails warning about the dangers of sharing details about life with total strangers online.  It wasn't until one of her best friends from high school convinced her that starting a blog would be another great way to stalk track down old friends.

Leslie started her first blog, The Limon Family Blog, where she wrote about her life as a wife, mom and expat living in Mexico.  Leslie quickly became so enamored with blogging that she started a second blog where she still shares all of her cooking adventures.  After having blogged for one whole year, Leslie felt like a full-fledged blogger and decided to take things more seriously by purchasing her own domain and renaming it, Motherhood in Mexico.  Leslie continued to blog about her life and family for another two years  

And then one day, Leslie lost that bloggy feeling.  She could no longer muster the words, or the energy to continue blogging about her life, no matter how fascinating it was.  She hoped it was just a phase or a case of Blogger Burnout.  But as the months passed by, Leslie still wasn't feeling like her regular bloggy self.  She tried to push herself to blog anyway, but eventually she realized it was time to make  one of the hardest decisions she's ever had to make...it was time to end her hugely successful blog.

Not even a week had passed after pulling the plug on her blog, when Leslie started to  experience blogging withdrawals.  Leslie panicked and decided to start a new blog, where she would write all of the blog posts she'd ever dreamed of about any topic she wanted.  And thus, Leslie Writes It All was born.

Leslie wrote a couple of blog posts, and planned to write even more, but stress from worrying about her daughter's future and education, along with the regular busy-ness of being a full-time stay-at-home wife and mom, Leslie's desire to write was usually pushed to the back burner.  It was pushed so far back that it eventually fell into that big black hole behind the stove, where people forgot it was ever there.

And then tragedy struck.

Leslie's mother-in-law passed away.  This tragic event reminded Leslie how short life was, and got Leslie to thinking about what kind of life she wanted to live.  Leslie didn't want to look back on her life some 60+ years from now, and see that all she ever did was cook and clean, no matter how much she loved to cook.

Leslie thought long and hard about what brought her real joy in life, besides her Hubby and children, and suddenly saw a glimmer of that bloggy spark that had once shone bright for all to see.  Leslie remembered the reasons why she fell in love with blogging in the first place.  It was because she loved to write.  She loved to tell stories.  And she loved that her children and her future grandchildren would have a place to read all about their family's adventures and history and to see what a fascinating woman Leslie really is/was.

So...Leslie has dusted off her old blog posts and has given them a new home, La Casa de Leslie.

Leslie hopes that you'll stop by every now and then for a visit.   Make sure to subscribe to follow by RSS, so you don't miss a single post.

Leslie promises she'll try to stop referring to herself in the third person.






the boy genius


I know every mother in the world thinks her children are the smartest kids to ever walk this planet, but I'm not like most mothers, and all four of my kiddies are really quite brilliant.  Especially my eldest son Nick, who is like boy genius/rocket scientist/something-something-physicist kind of smart.

Of course, I noticed how smart he was as soon as he was born.  By the age of two, he had a rather extensive vocabulary.  But it wasn't until he was in kindergarten that others started to take notice as well.  His teacher would wait to hand him his worksheets until AFTER she finished passing them out to the rest of the class, because when she gave it to him any sooner, he was done by the time she finished handing out all of the worksheets.  Even when he was the last to get his worksheet, he still managed to finish before any of his classmates.  And not only were his answers always correct, his work was always very neat and detailed.  At his kindergarten graduation, he recited a very long poem he memorized in just one week, impressing everyone in attendance that day.  A certain local politician, who was in attendance that day, still talks about that poem every time he sees Nick.

When Nick started first grade, his teacher immediately noticed that there was something different about him, compared to the other kids in his class.  "He likes to think outside of the box, and looks at things from a perspective that most people would never even consider."  (I may be paraphrasing slightly.)  When Nick finished second grade, that same teacher wanted Nick to skip third grade and go straight to fourth grade.  As much as I liked the idea of being the mother of a real-life Doogie Howser, Hubby and I decided that we would just let Nick be a regular kid.

Over the years, Nick's continued academic excellence and intellect continues to amaze me.  And sometimes it even amuses me.

Not too long ago, I walked in on a conversation Nick was having with Hope.  I don't know exactly what they were talking about, but the conversation ended with Nick throwing his hands up in the air and exclaiming, "It was an ISOSCELES triangle!"  Hope just stood there in all her teenage coolness and indifference, looking at her younger brother as if he were from another planet, while Nick was doubled over with uncontrollable laughter.  I didn't understand the joke either, but the way I see it, any kid who can find humor in an isosceles triangle HAS to be some kind of a genius.    

Nick is always asking questions too, and not just about science or whatever other topic he deems interesting at the moment.  One time Nick asked me, "Mom, what's the nicest way to break up with a girl?"  He didn't even have a girlfriend at the time!  He just wanted to know for future reference.

I'm something of a genius myself, so I try to answer any and all questions the kiddies might have as best I can.  If for some reason I don't know the answer, I consult my good friend, Señor Google.

But every once and a while, the kiddies come up with a question that I have no idea how to answer, like the time Nick asked me, "Mom, do you think I'm Einstein reincarnated?"

Where does he come up with this stuff?  

And how do you even begin to respond to a question like that???

I wonder if Einstein's mom went through the same thing with little Albert?