Monday, April 23, 2007
"isaiah, you're so cool."
yes i am so cool. [touching his hand to his chest.]
mama, you beautiful.
"thanks, isaiah! you're beautiful, too!"
no. i not beautiful. i so cool.
[ethan cries.]
in a high pitched voice: shh shhh. it's okay, ethan. kuya's here.
he's definitely a kid. not so much a baby any more. his memory continues to astound me and eric. i think that i will always lament over how fast my boys are growing. it's probably something you never get over, so you'll probably continue to read how astonished i am at how fast time goes by. i can't even believe that it's time to think about sending isaiah to pre-school. school? my baby to school? has he had enough time to just play all day?
isaiah was still up tonight at 11pm. he was pulling books off of his little shelf in the kitchen. i was pretty much tired to the point of tears and still had to do a couple loads of laundry...in my head, i wanted to beg him to stop and send him off to bed. i had to remind myself how precious the days are when he wants to climb into my lap to read together or when he gets upset at the idea of being separated from me or eric. so i read to him whatever book (or in this case, many books) he wanted me to read to him. for some reason, i love playing with isaiah on the kitchen floor. it seems more fun.
he passed out on the couch while i watched a rerun of grey's anatomy. i guess i should get him up to bed. good night!
yes i am so cool. [touching his hand to his chest.]
mama, you beautiful.
"thanks, isaiah! you're beautiful, too!"
no. i not beautiful. i so cool.
[ethan cries.]
in a high pitched voice: shh shhh. it's okay, ethan. kuya's here.
he's definitely a kid. not so much a baby any more. his memory continues to astound me and eric. i think that i will always lament over how fast my boys are growing. it's probably something you never get over, so you'll probably continue to read how astonished i am at how fast time goes by. i can't even believe that it's time to think about sending isaiah to pre-school. school? my baby to school? has he had enough time to just play all day?
isaiah was still up tonight at 11pm. he was pulling books off of his little shelf in the kitchen. i was pretty much tired to the point of tears and still had to do a couple loads of laundry...in my head, i wanted to beg him to stop and send him off to bed. i had to remind myself how precious the days are when he wants to climb into my lap to read together or when he gets upset at the idea of being separated from me or eric. so i read to him whatever book (or in this case, many books) he wanted me to read to him. for some reason, i love playing with isaiah on the kitchen floor. it seems more fun.
he passed out on the couch while i watched a rerun of grey's anatomy. i guess i should get him up to bed. good night!
