Friday, October 24, 2008
When I put the kids to bed at night, I have a very specific routine. Potty, bath, pj's, teeth, prayers, covers, songs. Last week one of the songs I was whispering to the girls had the lyrics..."burning in his soul". I wish I could remember the song, but truthfully, all I can remember is the discussion that followed---well into bed time I might add. Elizabeth started, "whoa whoa whoa, what does what you just said mean?" ...."burning and soul"...."is that good or bad? question question question.... I said that when something is burning in your soul, it's that feeling that's between your shoulders, somewhere by your heart, that makes your heart beat faster when you think of it... it could be that one thing that you love more than anything in the whole world. Again, (from Eliza)"whoa, wait, wait, wait,...what did you just say?" I smiled and let a laugh escape from my nose. "Elizabeth, what's one thing that you love more than anything in the whole world....?". She said, "I love that place that we go to where all of my cousins are, and mimi and papa and grandma and papa bill, and and everyone!" I said, yeah, me too...you know, I can show you that place on a map...it's called 'Wareham'. To which Ava chimes in, "Hey dadda, ....I know..." You know what Ava? "I know Wareham, it could be in the refrigerator....cuz mumma has ham in there for lunch". We all started laughing. I was left with another memory to add to my fire, and they got an extra twenty minutes of staying up!
Posted by Erik William at 7:31 PM
My little guy is perfect just the way he is. Almost two. Mumbling, stumbling, and sometimes grumbling. He was perfect at one, and will be at three, but it's going by so fast. Yesterday he pointed to the fridge and said 'Milk". Actually, he said, "ahhhh!!! MIIIILLLKK, daaadaaaa, Milk!!!!! (followed by a swat of his hand in my general direction)." But the point is the same. Tonight, Elizabeth was playing cars with him---sort of by force--and he hugged her. She said, "awwwee, I love you little Gaber". She reminds me so much of her Mother; so loving. Earlier in the day, Ava held him and snuggled with him on the couch. That was cute for the thirty seconds it lasted. The flash of my camera instantly triggered a dangerous furrowed brow from Ava and the love fest ended. She's got her Mother's passion. But back to Gabe... so easy going. He can walk through a room of fits, screams, and barking, grab a car and go brrrmm, brrrmm, and be as happy as can be. I love when he goes "rrrrahhhh" with his 'big' hugs. I squeeze him to bits and cover him with kisses. He thinks it's funny at first---then shoo's me away when he's had enough. He's such a guy---I love him.
Posted by Erik William at 4:16 PM