2nd Child Syndrome

Putting away old photo albums and I’m noticing that I’m either 3 months or 4 years old in all our pictures.

3 years and 9 months of missing footage. Something big went down. I feel it in my joints.


*I was in the baby witness protection program.

*I was adopted illegally.

*They’re white, I’m half Mexican. It took them 3 years and 9 months to figure how to manage my hair.

*My toddler brother sold the camera for baseball cards that he later sold for beer cans (kind of a true story).

*No one cares about child #2

*They sent me back to the “Mothers Home” in Chicago to live with the nuns again until I could get my sh*t together…literally. “Don’t come back until you are potty trained!”

Anyway, in case you’re wondering, I’m overly tired and I drank a cup of coffee 45 minutes ago. This is my brain on caffeine.

#whatswrongwithmyeye #isthisreallyme #secondchildproblems



Apparently it’s my bio

It’s uncanny how much this person knows about me.


De Soave’s main goal is to put a smile on at least one person’s face every single day and she usually manages to do this by writing things that randomly pop into her head.

De has two adult children who she refers to as M&T.  One is always up for a new adventure and the other is a homebody.  One hopes to live in the south one day and the other practically lives in the North Pole.  The one thing they can always agree on is an overpriced Bloody Mary.

De’s husband is Den and he retired from the Air Force after 26 years, started another career and is the most amazing caregiver to De (when need be).  De is also the love of his life and he can’t live without her (most days).

De spends a majority of her day’s doc hopping because she was born genetically damaged and thrives on staying alive.

In the past 35 years, De has sold one online story and hopes to exceed this number by one or two in the next 35 years or until she succumbs to one of her medical conditions.

De inherited her quirky (hokey) sense of humor from her dad and there isn’t a single soul that laughs at their jokes more than the two of them.

Facts about De Soave

She could survive on chocolate and taco’s.

She can only fall asleep to HGTV.

She has at least 15 rolls of paper towels in the house at all times.

She apparently enjoys referring to herself in the 3rd person.

She requires alone time 85% of the time or her right eye starts twitching.

She loves her son’s $300.00 “hand me down” couch and fears the day it makes its way to furniture heaven.

She purchases solid color jammie pants so in case of an emergency (walking outside to get the mail) they can be passed off as regular pants.

She is a perfect weather seeker (68-78 degrees) because extremely hot weather makes her head hurt and extremely cold weather makes her joints ache.

She loves to travel to new places and usually on arrival, she wants to go home.

*She’s quite savvy on figuring out those social media thingymijigs so feel free to follow her…

Twitter:  @desoave1

Instagram:  desoave

Blog:  desoave.com


Adoption/House Story

As I was checking in with my folks today, my dad says…”I remember the day when Catholic Charities called to tell us that they had a baby girl and that we needed a three bedroom home before we could adopt her.”
I became 5 years old again, eagerly anticipating to hear the story (again) of when I was adopted.
He goes on to say…”Your mom and I stopped by Grandma and Grandpa’s to tell them and they said that there were houses being built up the hill in Crest Hill.”
At this point, I have both hands on my chin, taping my foot and just waiting to hear how excited everyone was of my pending arrival and the details of how adorable I looked when they first met me.

“And that’s how we bought this house”

End of story.

*For the record: I was a cute baby and I’ve been told my family was ecstatic.