An Introduction to La Mamita Barrios

Introducing... La Mamita Barrios con su Vaquita Lola y Pollito Pio Pio

I'm stay-at-home mom for the year, and while I can attest that this job is harder than teaching middle school, I am so thankful to be able to have this opportunity to see my two littles grow and develop every day!

Momming is hard, and running a bilingual, bicultural household can be hard, too, so I decided to start this blog to share my experiences of how we keep it fun and fresh.

California born and bred, I learned rudimentary Spanish in school and on mission trips to Mexico, but I really became fluent when I met my husband and started spending time with his Guatemalan family and friends. In 2014, we adopted his youngest brother and sister from Guatemala, and since they spoke no English, Spanish became our primary language at home. When I went back to work after having my daughter in 2017, my husband's cousins came from Guatemala and stayed with us to help take care of her when I was at work, so Spanish is actually Maya's dominant language (although she knows a lot of English, too!)

In 2018, we began fostering my niece, who also has spoken English and Spanish since birth, but she prefers English. So our home has become a special blend of pizza and tortilla, tamales with ranch dressing, and reading Buenas Noches Luna before bed.

Check back here often to see the chronicles of my preschool class of one and what it's like to raise emerging bilinguals.

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