Here comes trouble.

This little boy... He has split personalities right now. One is sweet, sensitive, and funny. The other is aggressive, crazy, and stubborn. Parenting is no joke. 

 He loves legos (already) and will play with them for 30 minutes at a time or more, which is quite long in the toddler world. We keep his crayons and coloring books in a drawer he can reach and at least once a day I find him coloring at the table.

He loves to pretend to be characters (and people) he likes, such as Puss in Boots, Nausicaa, Darth Vader, Tron, Captain America, Jasper, Gideon, and my favorite Adam. When he pretends to be Adam he has to gel his hair, wear undies, and call me "sweetie."

 He enjoys going to parks around Seattle, and loves Nature School. His favorite color is blue. His favorite food is vegetables (yep, I'm lucky I know), "Mickey-mac," pizza, and kimchi + bop. He still hates peanut butter and can't understand why anyone would eat it. 

He calls me Kate and Katie about half the time. He hums and sings all through-out the day (with a very eclectic mix of Gotye, Children's Hymns, and movie soundtracks.)  He enjoys "helping" me cook. He is generally a good big-brother but certainly likes to keep us guessing on that subject. I'm grateful for him and his antics that keep me on my toes and add variety to my days.

tick-tock-tick-tock

Time is such a strange thing. Time can fly, and drag, and cease to exist. And yet it passes predictably, second by second, minute to minute, hours, days, weeks, months, and years.

day 1

Just two and half months ago every day felt longer than the Great Wall. Now, time is a silky scarf that brushes quickly against my skin as it flutters by. It is elusive to my grasping hands that want to hold said scarf, keep it still, bunched up, and hidden in my hands.

day 28

I hold my baby girl and she smiles, charming her way into a place in my heart that will only be for her. I look at my little boy, who not long ago was a baby himself, he's humming the Star Wars theme as he plays. Oh, how I love them. I wish that time would take a nap, stop running around all the time, and just hide in my hands until I felt it was time to move again

day 59