Welcome to Small Steps to Giant Leaps!

Life has a real knack for showing up at your door with a flaming bag of too much. It never asks, “Hey, are you ready for three major life events, an extra project at work, and a surprise dental bill all at once?” No. It just throws you into the deep end, hands you a pool noodle, and says, Good luck.

The boxes are many. The sleep is none. The chaos is eternal.

Moving with kids is like trying to conduct a symphony while juggling flaming laundry baskets in a house made of cardboard. It can be done—but not without sacrifices. (Mostly your energy, your favorite mug, and the last bit of your mental bandwidth.)

Okay, graduation is behind me, and now the real fun begins: The job hunt.

So, this all started with a single line in my head:

You know that moment when you finally get to slip on that graduation gown, and you think, “This is it. I did it!” But also, a small part of you is internally screaming, “Wait, is this real?”

Finals Week: The Light at the End of the Tunnel (Literally)

If you’re reading this, chances are you’ve found yourself staring at a syllabus while holding a baby bottle in one hand and a toddler who insists on wearing their shirt inside out in the other. Sound familiar? Yep, that’s me. For the past few years, I’ve been juggling parenthood, a full-time job, a marriage, and a college degree. And let me tell you—survival mode is an art form.

Ah, Ugadi—the Telugu New Year, a festival that marks the beginning of a brand-new year, filled with hope, fresh starts, and, most importantly, food that could put us all in a happy coma.

Ah, the middle child. The one stuck between the “precious firstborn” and the “adorable baby.” The one who somehow ends up in fewer family photos, gets called by the wrong name at least twice a week, and is often just there—like the background character in a sitcom who gets a few good lines but never the main plot.

Well, folks, I did it. After surviving a relentless marathon of diapers, deadlines, and database errors, I am finally standing at the finish line: college graduation. But before I trip over this metaphorical cap and gown and launch myself face-first into the job market, let’s take a moment to appreciate the sheer madness of getting here.

Ah, New Year's Eve. That magical night where we all collectively pretend that, somehow, the second the clock strikes midnight, we will morph into highly productive, ultra-organized, green-smoothie-drinking versions of ourselves.

Parenting a teenager is like playing a video game on hard mode—now add ADHD, and suddenly, you're blindfolded with someone randomly changing the controls. But hey, we’re making it work! Here’s what’s helped in our house:

Life is a juggling act, and for moms like me, the juggling feels like an Olympic sport—but without the medals, cheering crowds, or sponsorship deals. With three kids ranging from toddler tornado to moody teen, a full-time job, and full-time studies, every day is an adventure in controlled chaos. If you’re in a similar boat, welcome to the circus! Here are some strategies I’ve picked up while walking the tightrope of my life.

Ah, Christmas—the most wonderful time of the year! Or, as I call it, Santa’s Stress Test. With three kids—a teenager, a school-aged boy, and a toddler girl—it’s a festive mix of chaos, caffeine, and crying (mostly mine). Let me walk you through how I’m not crushing the holiday season this year.

Halloween is just around the corner, and in our house, that means one thing: chaos. With a teenager, a kid, and a baby, getting ready for Halloween is a whirlwind of sugar-filled hijinks, costume shopping drama, and pumpkin carving shenanigans. Here’s a glimpse into our spooky season preparations.

Diwali, the festival of lights, is a time for joy, togetherness, and new beginnings. For our blended family, it’s an opportunity to create unique traditions that reflect our diverse backgrounds and shared love. Here’s how we get ready for Diwali, blending old customs with new memories.

As we prepare to celebrate Baby #3’s first birthday, it’s a bittersweet moment. We’re saying goodbye to the baby phase of our last child and bracing ourselves for the reign of the toddler dictator. Here’s a peek into our journey as we get ready for this milestone.

Because Toddlers Are Basically Drunk Ninjas

Because Life with Teens Is Basically a Roller Coaster on a Tilt-a-Whirl

Hello and welcome to Small Steps to Giant Leaps! I’m thrilled to have you here as we embark on this journey together. This blog is a heartfelt space where I’ll share the recipes that bring joy to our family table, the ups and downs of raising a biracial family, and glimpses into our everyday life in Calgary, Canada.