The Best Part

Want to know what the best part is? Watching your family love your kids as much as they love you. That is the best part.

Summer, Summer, Summer Time

Summer is upon us...Minnesota style. Cloudy, crisp then 90 degrees and sunny the next day. The boys are hilarious at this age. Emilio is totally coming into his own and is proving to be a little clown. Sing a beat and he is off dancing and twirling around. He comes and gives me kisses out of nowhere and will sit in Ignacio's bed and read books alone with his little legs crossed. We just love him so much and can't imagine our family without him. He will do just about everything and anything to get Ignacio's attention. He is quick, smart and ADORABLE. Did I mention he is adorable?

Ignacio is a great big brother and a such a great little person. We very rarely have to discipline him and are always so proud of him ability to see the world and have fun in it. He is always alert to where Emilio is and what he is doing and they are starting to really play together. It is so special to watch them form such a tight relationship all on their own. It makes me think about what it must have been like for my mom to watch it happen between my sister and I. Magic. Ignacio is learning so much so fast. His newest concept is death. He understands that things are no longer just sleeping and is trying to make sense of it. Here is a recent conversation in the pool:

I: If Emilio's face goes in the water he is dead?

Me: Well, he could die if his face stays too long in the water.

I: And then we would have to get a new Emilio?

Me: (Trying not to laugh) No, honey. There is only one Emilio.

Every day we are off to some new adventure and have been biking A LOT!! 25 miles last weekend alone. The two boys sit in the bike trailer and enjoy the scenery, have in-depth conversations or take a nap. The summer has just began but we have already been to art fairs, festivals, the North Shore, auntie's backyard, our swimming pool, picnics, parks, bbqs, beaches on the lakes, the pond and this weekend we are off for our FIRST CAMPING TRIP!!!! Hold your hats for the next blog!!!!!

Little Boy

Ignacio never comes out of his bed at night, but last night at 10pm we heard his door swing open as Angel and I sat relaxed on the couch in the living room. He first made his way to our bedroom but, upon realizing we weren't there, wandered into the living room rubbing his eyes. The image was adorable. Hair standing on end from hours of slumber, his green blanky securely tucked under one arm with Big Bird hanging out from under the other. To top off the "cuteness factor" he had on his blue footie pajamas. He approached me slowly and stood there, eyes squinting and said, "Excuse me mami and papi. I'm kind of having a crazy day." I covered my mouth to keep from laughing and pulled him onto my lap. After two minutes of negotiating a plan with him (which started at, "I want to sleep in your bed" and moved to "Let's snuggle for 5 minutes and then you go back to your bed") we made our way back to the bedroom. Sometimes it is easy to forget Ignacio is three with his expansive vocabulary, uncanny ability to think and problem solve and his hilarious nature. But last night the combination of bed head and Big Bird brought me back to the fact that he is still just a little boy. My little boy.