Monday, November 25, 2013
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Talker
Oh Santiago. He's a talker. He talks to the guitar. He talks to the toys. He talks to me, his brothers, and papa. He carries on indepth conversations with his feet and then gets frustrated when they don't talk back. He has perfected a high pitched screech that is highly effective in getting Emilio's attention in particular. He is smiley and bright. He is already an extrovert and apparently has so much to say.
I love you more than...
The kids and I say "I love you more than (fill in the blank)" all the time. I love you more than snow. I love you more than dog poop. I love you more than strawberries. These are just some of them. Sometimes the boys say things that melt my heart and this week was no exception.
"I love you more than sliding down a rainbow." ~ Emilio
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
In the dark
Last night I got home from work and I could hear the boys were still awake in their bunk bed. After nursing the baby so he would go to sleep, I quietly went into their room. I could see in the dim light that Emilio was tossing and turning down in the bottom bunk. I snuggled my way in next to him and immediately felt his warmth. He was doing what he does every night, rocking back-and-forth snuggling and smelling his blankey and looking around the room. He snuggled in right next to me and give me a big hug and it felt so good to be with him still and quiet. I whispered to him that I loved him so much and he replied, "What you love me more then?" I then told him that I love him more than snow. I could see his little half smile in the dark. It was then that he turned his back towards me and I knew intuitively he was getting ready to actually fall sleep. Then it happened. I caught a glimpse of the back of his head. It was really more the shadow of it in the glow of the night light in the room. It was a little boy laying next to me. Not a baby and no longer a toddler. A beautiful big boy. It's easy when you're with him every day to miss the change and the growth. The days roll into each other and everything starts to blend. But sometimes,when you take a moment in the dark warmth of the bottom bunk, you notice it. The beauty of what you've created.
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
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