*Dylan @ 4 years old. *me @ 4 years old.
Showing posts with label Dylan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dylan. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Just the 2 of Us
Kicked it with Dylan at the mall today. He was so psyched about grabbing a new train (or 3). He's been a really good kid all week. He's set on completing this collection. I wonder how long this phase is gonna last for.
Sunday is prioritized to be Dylan Day. It's family day for most people and for some reason, out of my surreal schedule and whacked out sense for time, it's the only thing that i would consider "normal" to us. We don't really run by a normal schedule, we don't live in a normal household, we certainly don't have a normal set up at home... but Sunday is turning into somewhat of a routine/tradition. I like it.
Walking around, i realized that there are 2 major categories that fill the Sunday afternoon population- 1) Families; or 2) Couples.
That's it.
Neither of which i belong to at the moment.
I see families sitting down for meals or shopping for random whatevers, and it's a full blown family- Dad, Mom, & Kids. Both parents share the responsibility with their children. I observe their interactions.
It's different when you're doing it on your own. You have to play Good Cop and Bad Cop at the same time- sometimes it's very schizophrenic-ish. You lay down the rules but you reward them just the same. You put em to bed on time and on other nights, you let em stay up a little later. He has to eat all his dinner, but he can also have cookies 5 minutes before he sleeps. You turn off the DVD player because he's been sitting in front of it for over 2 hours; other days, he can watch all the DVDs he wants. He can't buy anything at the store today; the following week you spoil him by allowing him to pick 3 trains instead of 1.
In the Philippines, it's very common to hire a Nanny or Yaya (as we'd like to call them). I never believed in this system. I've seen too many "hidden tapes" nightmares, heard too many stories about abusive help, and seen quite a few of these incidents live to ever want to risk it. And even though i do believe that seeking for help is normal and sometimes very much needed, i don't think i'd want someone else having the responsibility of "taking care" of my child. It might work perfectly for others, but it's definitely not for me.
When Dylan was younger, taking him to Kiddie parties used to be hectic. Packing his bag, making sure to bring everything he needed, making sure he napped right before we left as to avoid being cranky, going to the bathroom so he wouldn't have to do it there, etc.
I realized, at these functions, that parenting did require a 2-person team, and noticed all too quickly why they all had hired help. If you ever want to converse and catch up with other people in your social circle during these events you're gonna need a substitute... or your clone.
With a kid that just recently learned how to be mobile- there is no chance he's sitting still. So you're constantly running after em, making sure he doesn't climb stairs, or hit his face on the coffee table. You wanna make sure he doesn't put any foreign objects in his mouth or run outside and fall off the balcony. The work is constant. You don't get to eat and the rest doesn't come until the little one dozes off in the car on the way home.
I was always the anti-social one that followed her own kid everywhere at the party. I barely ever got to squeeze in a normal conversation, and even if i did, my attention span was shot because majority of my focus would be on what my hyper toddler was up to.
Everybody else got a time-out. I was playing the role of 2 parents.
The decision to raise Dylan as a single parent wasn't an easy one, by any means. It helped a lot knowing that i had the support of my family and who would i trust more than my own blood to look after my child, right? But i knew i had a responsibility and even though the pressure was alleviated a little bit, it still changed my whole life and i'm a parent regardless. The role still stands and the pressure to "do everything right" was still there (and still is).
I get worried, i'm tired a lot, i stay up through sleepless, feverish nights, i take all the hurtful words he'll throw at me when he's mad, i clean his scrapes and cuts when he's had an accident, i have to ease the sorrow when he cries over something, and i take the headache and a half when he's being difficult. That is what a parent does.
But i also get to experience all the funny things he does or says, i get to appreciate his performances when he wants to show me something, i am the receiver of numerous hugs, kisses, and i love you's, and i'm blessed with his pleasant presence and glorious character.
He will sit next to me quietly when he knows i'm sad, he'll laugh with me when i find something funny, and he will fight for me (be it some man 6x his size) if he knows i'm being hurt or if i'm in trouble.
This kid is the love of my life and seriously the best thing that's ever happened to me. If anything good came out of that last relationship i had, it was him. I don't remember much about what life was like before he existed... i imagine it didn't mean as much anyway.
I can't stand being by myself. I figure that's why Dylan came into my life. It hasn't always been easy, but i would choose this path in a heartbeat had i been given another chance to pick.
I truly didn't know how intense love could possibly be until i met him. This is a soul i will fight for, vie for and die for. He has only brought good things to my life, and for that, i owe him the world.
Just the 2 of us.
Sunday is prioritized to be Dylan Day. It's family day for most people and for some reason, out of my surreal schedule and whacked out sense for time, it's the only thing that i would consider "normal" to us. We don't really run by a normal schedule, we don't live in a normal household, we certainly don't have a normal set up at home... but Sunday is turning into somewhat of a routine/tradition. I like it.
Walking around, i realized that there are 2 major categories that fill the Sunday afternoon population- 1) Families; or 2) Couples.
That's it.
Neither of which i belong to at the moment.
I see families sitting down for meals or shopping for random whatevers, and it's a full blown family- Dad, Mom, & Kids. Both parents share the responsibility with their children. I observe their interactions.
It's different when you're doing it on your own. You have to play Good Cop and Bad Cop at the same time- sometimes it's very schizophrenic-ish. You lay down the rules but you reward them just the same. You put em to bed on time and on other nights, you let em stay up a little later. He has to eat all his dinner, but he can also have cookies 5 minutes before he sleeps. You turn off the DVD player because he's been sitting in front of it for over 2 hours; other days, he can watch all the DVDs he wants. He can't buy anything at the store today; the following week you spoil him by allowing him to pick 3 trains instead of 1.
In the Philippines, it's very common to hire a Nanny or Yaya (as we'd like to call them). I never believed in this system. I've seen too many "hidden tapes" nightmares, heard too many stories about abusive help, and seen quite a few of these incidents live to ever want to risk it. And even though i do believe that seeking for help is normal and sometimes very much needed, i don't think i'd want someone else having the responsibility of "taking care" of my child. It might work perfectly for others, but it's definitely not for me.
When Dylan was younger, taking him to Kiddie parties used to be hectic. Packing his bag, making sure to bring everything he needed, making sure he napped right before we left as to avoid being cranky, going to the bathroom so he wouldn't have to do it there, etc.
I realized, at these functions, that parenting did require a 2-person team, and noticed all too quickly why they all had hired help. If you ever want to converse and catch up with other people in your social circle during these events you're gonna need a substitute... or your clone.
With a kid that just recently learned how to be mobile- there is no chance he's sitting still. So you're constantly running after em, making sure he doesn't climb stairs, or hit his face on the coffee table. You wanna make sure he doesn't put any foreign objects in his mouth or run outside and fall off the balcony. The work is constant. You don't get to eat and the rest doesn't come until the little one dozes off in the car on the way home.
I was always the anti-social one that followed her own kid everywhere at the party. I barely ever got to squeeze in a normal conversation, and even if i did, my attention span was shot because majority of my focus would be on what my hyper toddler was up to.
Everybody else got a time-out. I was playing the role of 2 parents.
The decision to raise Dylan as a single parent wasn't an easy one, by any means. It helped a lot knowing that i had the support of my family and who would i trust more than my own blood to look after my child, right? But i knew i had a responsibility and even though the pressure was alleviated a little bit, it still changed my whole life and i'm a parent regardless. The role still stands and the pressure to "do everything right" was still there (and still is).
I get worried, i'm tired a lot, i stay up through sleepless, feverish nights, i take all the hurtful words he'll throw at me when he's mad, i clean his scrapes and cuts when he's had an accident, i have to ease the sorrow when he cries over something, and i take the headache and a half when he's being difficult. That is what a parent does.
But i also get to experience all the funny things he does or says, i get to appreciate his performances when he wants to show me something, i am the receiver of numerous hugs, kisses, and i love you's, and i'm blessed with his pleasant presence and glorious character.
He will sit next to me quietly when he knows i'm sad, he'll laugh with me when i find something funny, and he will fight for me (be it some man 6x his size) if he knows i'm being hurt or if i'm in trouble.
This kid is the love of my life and seriously the best thing that's ever happened to me. If anything good came out of that last relationship i had, it was him. I don't remember much about what life was like before he existed... i imagine it didn't mean as much anyway.
I can't stand being by myself. I figure that's why Dylan came into my life. It hasn't always been easy, but i would choose this path in a heartbeat had i been given another chance to pick.
I truly didn't know how intense love could possibly be until i met him. This is a soul i will fight for, vie for and die for. He has only brought good things to my life, and for that, i owe him the world.
Just the 2 of us.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Parental Units
2 things:
I can't believe i'm turning 26 in about 3 weeks.
I can't believe i'm the PARENT at Kiddie Parties. (and i've been a mom for 5 years)
Wow.
Life really does happen in the blink of an eye.
Majority of my friends are married or getting married. They're starting families. Our kids are growing up together. We're looking up schools and deciding where the kids should go. We implement sleep time and put limitations on their sugar intake. We encourage sharing as well as vegetables- most of the time we are met with failure... or a really bad mood.
We practice our right to say "No". We make friends through play dates scheduled because our kids became friends at a party. A trip to the Toy Store when we're at the mall is practically routine... so is ice cream. Wet wipes and hand sanitizer are a staple. We find toys in our bags- when we're at work! (Personally, i think that's really cute. I get all warm and fuzzy when that happens)
I remember being a kid of around 5 or 6 and running around playing with other kids at these kiddie parties. I always wondered what my parents would be doing while we were causing mayhem and havoc, running to no end, getting sweaty and dirty etc. etc. etc.- well, now i know.
We talk about normal shit that kids know nothing about. In all honesty, we still feel like kids ourselves. We tell "grown-up" jokes in whispers to make sure none of the children hear it. We swear and then stop ourselves and then look around to see if one of the younglings might've accidentally overheard. We laugh at things we do, stuff we've seen or anything we've heard recently that could possibly be of any interest to anyone.
Our conversations only go on hold when one of our mini-me's come up to us asking for something. It gets easier the older the kids get- you don't need to keep an eye on them (they prefer it that way), they don't need so much attention, and they can already take care of themselves (they know how to ask when necessary).
I always notice the mothers of newborns, or any toddler below the age of 2, are constantly stuck to the child and can barely carry a straight conversation. And usually the conversation is about babies. I totally remember those days. Taking Dylan to functions are so much easier now. *phew* I've paid my dues. haha!
When i was a teenager, being a parent was an idea so far-fetched for me. I also believed i wasn't a motherly type. It's amazing how that stuff naturally kicks in.
I was in awe finding myself at the "grown up table" yesterday. Dylan and i attended Ananda's 5th Birthday Party. They've been friends since they were babies. Her mother and i were pregnant at the same time. Looking around, it was crazy for me to believe that WE were the adults. WE were the responsible ones. WE were the Parental Units.
My life is unraveling so fast, i can barely keep track. I'm already at a certain phase that some people my age can't even begin to imagine. Although, being young parents seem to be the fad of this here's generation. *sigh*
So yes, i am a parent. I know a lot of people who meet me and don't believe it (just like they don't believe i was born and raised in the Philippines). Shit, i have friends that forget i'm a mother every now and then too. I must make somewhat of an interesting character.
I find myself at a pivotal point in my life. I am making life changing decisions based on not what i need, but what is necessary for what i believe is right in raising Dylan properly. My schedule is based upon available babysitters, in which i am happy that i have the best in the world- my own family.
And although this isn't something i expected or saw myself doing, let's say, 10 years ago- i couldn't imagine a better scenario. Being a parent is a lot of hard work, i'm still learning as i go along, and this is still my first time no matter what. But it's worth it, and you get back so much more.
My life is an array of colors because of the life my parents have given me. I only hope i can do just as well, if not better, for my own son. Even though i feel like giving him away every now and then (which is normal, i can assure you), i love him with my entire being and believe with all my heart that he is the best thing that's ever happened to me.
Besides, in its entirety- being a Parent effin rocks! =p
I can't believe i'm turning 26 in about 3 weeks.
I can't believe i'm the PARENT at Kiddie Parties. (and i've been a mom for 5 years)
Wow.
Life really does happen in the blink of an eye.
Majority of my friends are married or getting married. They're starting families. Our kids are growing up together. We're looking up schools and deciding where the kids should go. We implement sleep time and put limitations on their sugar intake. We encourage sharing as well as vegetables- most of the time we are met with failure... or a really bad mood.
We practice our right to say "No". We make friends through play dates scheduled because our kids became friends at a party. A trip to the Toy Store when we're at the mall is practically routine... so is ice cream. Wet wipes and hand sanitizer are a staple. We find toys in our bags- when we're at work! (Personally, i think that's really cute. I get all warm and fuzzy when that happens)
I remember being a kid of around 5 or 6 and running around playing with other kids at these kiddie parties. I always wondered what my parents would be doing while we were causing mayhem and havoc, running to no end, getting sweaty and dirty etc. etc. etc.- well, now i know.
We talk about normal shit that kids know nothing about. In all honesty, we still feel like kids ourselves. We tell "grown-up" jokes in whispers to make sure none of the children hear it. We swear and then stop ourselves and then look around to see if one of the younglings might've accidentally overheard. We laugh at things we do, stuff we've seen or anything we've heard recently that could possibly be of any interest to anyone.
Our conversations only go on hold when one of our mini-me's come up to us asking for something. It gets easier the older the kids get- you don't need to keep an eye on them (they prefer it that way), they don't need so much attention, and they can already take care of themselves (they know how to ask when necessary).
I always notice the mothers of newborns, or any toddler below the age of 2, are constantly stuck to the child and can barely carry a straight conversation. And usually the conversation is about babies. I totally remember those days. Taking Dylan to functions are so much easier now. *phew* I've paid my dues. haha!
When i was a teenager, being a parent was an idea so far-fetched for me. I also believed i wasn't a motherly type. It's amazing how that stuff naturally kicks in.
I was in awe finding myself at the "grown up table" yesterday. Dylan and i attended Ananda's 5th Birthday Party. They've been friends since they were babies. Her mother and i were pregnant at the same time. Looking around, it was crazy for me to believe that WE were the adults. WE were the responsible ones. WE were the Parental Units.
My life is unraveling so fast, i can barely keep track. I'm already at a certain phase that some people my age can't even begin to imagine. Although, being young parents seem to be the fad of this here's generation. *sigh*
So yes, i am a parent. I know a lot of people who meet me and don't believe it (just like they don't believe i was born and raised in the Philippines). Shit, i have friends that forget i'm a mother every now and then too. I must make somewhat of an interesting character.
I find myself at a pivotal point in my life. I am making life changing decisions based on not what i need, but what is necessary for what i believe is right in raising Dylan properly. My schedule is based upon available babysitters, in which i am happy that i have the best in the world- my own family.
And although this isn't something i expected or saw myself doing, let's say, 10 years ago- i couldn't imagine a better scenario. Being a parent is a lot of hard work, i'm still learning as i go along, and this is still my first time no matter what. But it's worth it, and you get back so much more.
My life is an array of colors because of the life my parents have given me. I only hope i can do just as well, if not better, for my own son. Even though i feel like giving him away every now and then (which is normal, i can assure you), i love him with my entire being and believe with all my heart that he is the best thing that's ever happened to me.
Besides, in its entirety- being a Parent effin rocks! =p
Monday, May 4, 2009
The Sweetest Thing I've Ever Known...
How do i love thee? Let me count the ways. =)
*I love how you deliver me my good morning kiss as soon as you see me open my eyes in the morning. It's the greatest way to start my day.
*I love how you sing all day.
*I love how you get creative with your toys. It reminds me a lot of myself when i was your age (i never thought i'd say that. haha). Using your imagination is the best way to go, kid. =)
*I love how you're driven when you know exactly what you want. And i appreciate how understanding you are and how patient you can be when i tell you you're not allowed to have what you want. It tells me i've been doing something right... =P
*I love how you answer to my "call".
*I love how you ask permission for EVERYTHING. I think it's really cute. Even though it does get a bit irritating sometimes. I'd rather have that than you never asking at all. haha!
*I love how you feel like you have the need to always protect me. Even if you had to fight someone 3 times your size. It's flattering. And then you make them apologize after. My little hero.
*I love how you sit next to me quietly and try to make me feel better when you know i'm not feeling well. How you brush my hair, stroke my face, and hug me to make everything better. I want you to know that it always works.
*I love how you memorize all the lines from your cartoons. I used to do that too. I think it's impressive. haha!
*I love how you love to run... and how you love to swim and don't swim at the same time.
You'll get there. haha
*I love your sound effects.
*I love the look on your face when i come home.
*I love how you insist on walking me to the door and opening it for me every single time before i leave the house. I also love how you say Goodbye. I always set off in good spirits. =)
*I love how you taught me the Transformers song. =)
*I love how you think you can use my own lines on me when you're mad. Sorry, it doesn't work that way, hunnie.
*I love how you react to the million and one names i have for you.
*I love how you say, "I love you, MOmmy". I melt, every single time.
*I love how we have our own inside jokes.
*I love your infatuation with sticks.
*I love the way you wink.
*I love your impersonations.
*I think you have the craziest burp for a kid your age.
*I love that you can thrive in your own world... and how you try to be so independent.
*I love our 5 kisses.
*I love that i love everything about you.
*I love how you say Good Night.
Good night Sweetie.
Sleep Well.
Sweet Dreams.
See you tomorrow.
Mwah.
Hug me.
Happy 5th Birthday my Love. You're more than i could have ever hoped for. You make me proud every single day.
MOmmy LOVES you.
*Dylan @ 4 months old.
*Dylan @ 4 years, 11 months, 28 days... and me.
***[apparently, Dylan was born on Star Wars Day. I read this somewhere and thought it was catchy- May the 4th be with you. LOL!]
*I love how you deliver me my good morning kiss as soon as you see me open my eyes in the morning. It's the greatest way to start my day.
*I love how you sing all day.
*I love how you get creative with your toys. It reminds me a lot of myself when i was your age (i never thought i'd say that. haha). Using your imagination is the best way to go, kid. =)
*I love how you're driven when you know exactly what you want. And i appreciate how understanding you are and how patient you can be when i tell you you're not allowed to have what you want. It tells me i've been doing something right... =P
*I love how you answer to my "call".
*I love how you ask permission for EVERYTHING. I think it's really cute. Even though it does get a bit irritating sometimes. I'd rather have that than you never asking at all. haha!
*I love how you feel like you have the need to always protect me. Even if you had to fight someone 3 times your size. It's flattering. And then you make them apologize after. My little hero.
*I love how you sit next to me quietly and try to make me feel better when you know i'm not feeling well. How you brush my hair, stroke my face, and hug me to make everything better. I want you to know that it always works.
*I love how you memorize all the lines from your cartoons. I used to do that too. I think it's impressive. haha!
*I love how you love to run... and how you love to swim and don't swim at the same time.
You'll get there. haha
*I love your sound effects.
*I love the look on your face when i come home.
*I love how you insist on walking me to the door and opening it for me every single time before i leave the house. I also love how you say Goodbye. I always set off in good spirits. =)
*I love how you taught me the Transformers song. =)
*I love how you think you can use my own lines on me when you're mad. Sorry, it doesn't work that way, hunnie.
*I love how you react to the million and one names i have for you.
*I love how you say, "I love you, MOmmy". I melt, every single time.
*I love how we have our own inside jokes.
*I love your infatuation with sticks.
*I love the way you wink.
*I love your impersonations.
*I think you have the craziest burp for a kid your age.
*I love that you can thrive in your own world... and how you try to be so independent.
*I love our 5 kisses.
*I love that i love everything about you.
*I love how you say Good Night.
Good night Sweetie.
Sleep Well.
Sweet Dreams.
See you tomorrow.
Mwah.
Hug me.
Happy 5th Birthday my Love. You're more than i could have ever hoped for. You make me proud every single day.
MOmmy LOVES you.
*Dylan @ 4 months old.
*Dylan @ 4 years, 11 months, 28 days... and me.
***[apparently, Dylan was born on Star Wars Day. I read this somewhere and thought it was catchy- May the 4th be with you. LOL!]
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Golden Sunsets & Silver Skies
*Dylan finally got to meet the ocean... and he was the happiest kid on the face of this planet.
I know what total contentment and genuine happiness feels like... and the experience is absolutely priceless. The smile on his face, that twinkle in his eyes, his energy, the excitement- it was all so contagious. I loved every second of it. The wonders of being a kid and making a discovery for the very first time. That feeling of experiencing something new and deciding that it's something that makes you happy and it's something that you really like. Incredible. What i would give to see the world in the eyes of a child once again. Dylan is a constant reminder on how the little things can be huge and how wonderful everything really is.
I was never able to take him to the beach. My schedule wouldn't permit it. There was never an opportunity, not enough time, and no mode of transportation. For some reason, i never felt like he was missing out. I knew that when the time came, it would be great no matter what. I'm glad i got to see his reaction at a time when his consciousness was already there, that it wasn't something belittled- the moment was appreciated to the fullest and became that much more grand. Looking back at the photos, the look on his face said it all.
Watching him take in every moment and actually live made my heart melt. Seeing him completely happy and having the time of his life made me happy.
He spent hours in the water and you could see him just having fun. He kept on going and going and was hesitant to stop and take breathers. He was enjoying his little adventure and i could tell he never wanted it to end. Going to bed wasn't difficult... but knowing that he got to wake up to all of it all over again made it easier and gave him something to look forward to.
He is my life and this is what i live for. =)
*I can't believe my baby is turning 5 years old... it happens so fast.
When was the last time you spent hours and hours just having real, genuine, pure-to-goodness fun?
(Last night at the club, sure as hell, doesn't count- and if that's your definition of fun... someone needs to get a life, and get it together)
I know what total contentment and genuine happiness feels like... and the experience is absolutely priceless. The smile on his face, that twinkle in his eyes, his energy, the excitement- it was all so contagious. I loved every second of it. The wonders of being a kid and making a discovery for the very first time. That feeling of experiencing something new and deciding that it's something that makes you happy and it's something that you really like. Incredible. What i would give to see the world in the eyes of a child once again. Dylan is a constant reminder on how the little things can be huge and how wonderful everything really is.
I was never able to take him to the beach. My schedule wouldn't permit it. There was never an opportunity, not enough time, and no mode of transportation. For some reason, i never felt like he was missing out. I knew that when the time came, it would be great no matter what. I'm glad i got to see his reaction at a time when his consciousness was already there, that it wasn't something belittled- the moment was appreciated to the fullest and became that much more grand. Looking back at the photos, the look on his face said it all.
Watching him take in every moment and actually live made my heart melt. Seeing him completely happy and having the time of his life made me happy.
He spent hours in the water and you could see him just having fun. He kept on going and going and was hesitant to stop and take breathers. He was enjoying his little adventure and i could tell he never wanted it to end. Going to bed wasn't difficult... but knowing that he got to wake up to all of it all over again made it easier and gave him something to look forward to.
He is my life and this is what i live for. =)
*I can't believe my baby is turning 5 years old... it happens so fast.
When was the last time you spent hours and hours just having real, genuine, pure-to-goodness fun?
(Last night at the club, sure as hell, doesn't count- and if that's your definition of fun... someone needs to get a life, and get it together)
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Kids say the darndest things
When someone you once knew to only lie still and look at things, barely peep a sound or move a muscle begins talking out loud, constructing sentences, making choices & asks questions: it's really an incredible thing.
Dylan: Mommy, can we sing?
Mommy: Sure, what do you wanna sing?
D: A song...
*
Dylan is playing with a rubber band. He stretches it out and lets one side go. It hits him, he screams, and cries, "Mommy, it BIT me!!!"
*
We're walking in the mall and the COMING SOON posters are up. There's a huge board with the Silver Surfer on it.
Brandon (Dylan's Godbrother, 4 years old): Mama! Mama! Look!!! The Silver Surfer!!!
Dylan (3 years old): Mommy! Mommy! Look!!! ELEPHANT!!! (Referring to the Evan Almighty poster with this huge elephant right smack in the center)
Gotta love innocence and picture books. haha!
*
Ian comes over and gives me a kiss on the cheek.
Dylan: Hey, don't kiss my moooooom...
My little man- overprotective at the age of 3. How can you not admire that?
*
Dylan's at the parking lot looking at all the cars parked.
Dylan: Wow! look at that! Lots of cars...
Skratchmark (uncle Mawk): you mean, HELLA cars...
Dylan: HELLA CARS!!!
*
I'm getting ready for work and Dylan barges into the room, like he always does. He looks at the mirror, and looks at me. He points, and says, "Pretty, mommy! Pretty!!". My heart melts... and then he adds, "butterflies! Pretty butterflies, Mommy!". He was referring to the butterflies stuck on my mirror that i've had on there since 5th grade. Oh well. haha! =)
*
We're walking across Taft Ave. The LRT is right above it. As the train passes by, Dylan's eyes get bigger and he stares at the train with awe and excitement. "IT'S THOMAS!!!" He yells. =)
He's obssessed with Thomas the Tank Engine and was convinced that any train was named Thomas.
That was a few months ago though. He knows better now. The guy can name all the trains just by looking at them... sometimes, I can't even tell the difference. Amazing, i tell you.
*
Mommy: Good morning, hunnie. What would you like for breakfast?
Dylan: Egg.
(He's going through this egg phase. Sometimes, he'll ask for bread)
*
We're all having dinner. Dylan has a thing for fried, crunchy things, and assumes that everything he likes is chicken. He also loves his carbs. I call him the Carbs Kid. He'll eat pasta (alone. No sauce), bread (nothing in it. Just bread), and rice (again, on its own), just as it is. But he needs his protein, so there are days i have to force him, get mad at him, trick him, or bribe him. Whichever works best.
So i hide a piece of meat under a spoonful of rice. I motion it towards his mouth, he opens wide, and just when i thought i had it, he stops. He pulls back and looks at the spoonful of food. He knows he's been tricked.
He looks at me and says, "Mommy, rice lang!"
I can't even outsmart a 3 year old?
I need practice.
*
When he sees pictures of himself in a swimming pool, he calls it- TAKING A BATH. =)
hahaha
*
Geez... i could go on. He's growing up way too fast, but he never ceases to amaze me every single day. Life is beautiful and he only makes it better.
Dylan: Mommy, can we sing?
Mommy: Sure, what do you wanna sing?
D: A song...
*
Dylan is playing with a rubber band. He stretches it out and lets one side go. It hits him, he screams, and cries, "Mommy, it BIT me!!!"
*
We're walking in the mall and the COMING SOON posters are up. There's a huge board with the Silver Surfer on it.
Brandon (Dylan's Godbrother, 4 years old): Mama! Mama! Look!!! The Silver Surfer!!!
Dylan (3 years old): Mommy! Mommy! Look!!! ELEPHANT!!! (Referring to the Evan Almighty poster with this huge elephant right smack in the center)
Gotta love innocence and picture books. haha!
*
Ian comes over and gives me a kiss on the cheek.
Dylan: Hey, don't kiss my moooooom...
My little man- overprotective at the age of 3. How can you not admire that?
*
Dylan's at the parking lot looking at all the cars parked.
Dylan: Wow! look at that! Lots of cars...
Skratchmark (uncle Mawk): you mean, HELLA cars...
Dylan: HELLA CARS!!!
*
I'm getting ready for work and Dylan barges into the room, like he always does. He looks at the mirror, and looks at me. He points, and says, "Pretty, mommy! Pretty!!". My heart melts... and then he adds, "butterflies! Pretty butterflies, Mommy!". He was referring to the butterflies stuck on my mirror that i've had on there since 5th grade. Oh well. haha! =)
*
We're walking across Taft Ave. The LRT is right above it. As the train passes by, Dylan's eyes get bigger and he stares at the train with awe and excitement. "IT'S THOMAS!!!" He yells. =)
He's obssessed with Thomas the Tank Engine and was convinced that any train was named Thomas.
That was a few months ago though. He knows better now. The guy can name all the trains just by looking at them... sometimes, I can't even tell the difference. Amazing, i tell you.
*
Mommy: Good morning, hunnie. What would you like for breakfast?
Dylan: Egg.
(He's going through this egg phase. Sometimes, he'll ask for bread)
*
We're all having dinner. Dylan has a thing for fried, crunchy things, and assumes that everything he likes is chicken. He also loves his carbs. I call him the Carbs Kid. He'll eat pasta (alone. No sauce), bread (nothing in it. Just bread), and rice (again, on its own), just as it is. But he needs his protein, so there are days i have to force him, get mad at him, trick him, or bribe him. Whichever works best.
So i hide a piece of meat under a spoonful of rice. I motion it towards his mouth, he opens wide, and just when i thought i had it, he stops. He pulls back and looks at the spoonful of food. He knows he's been tricked.
He looks at me and says, "Mommy, rice lang!"
I can't even outsmart a 3 year old?
I need practice.
*
When he sees pictures of himself in a swimming pool, he calls it- TAKING A BATH. =)
hahaha
*
Geez... i could go on. He's growing up way too fast, but he never ceases to amaze me every single day. Life is beautiful and he only makes it better.
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