Been a long time in comin'. An entry to this blog I mean. Yes, the thrill of facebook has sometimes taken over, but mostly my life is just so full, and most often tiring. Samuel has been a phenomenal little guy--I can't help but delight in rubbing his fuzzy little head and eating up all his smiles which are ever and abundant, and I like to say that he is ever, ever, so close to being without sin, except for a few temper tantrums he's thrown in his high chair when I'm not dishing out the food fast enough. Seriously, I know all the moms out there have the best babies, but really--Samuel is the best baby ever! His one serious downside however, is that he's not sleeping great. He sure is always happy though.
Jesse continues to delight, however, and I just wanted to get this little conversation out there for the record. Just because I like how Jesse articulates.
J had a scarf tied around his neck and draped down his back, so I said "You look like a superhero." He giggled and said, "that funny, I don't even like superheros, I mean I hate them actually. I mean I don't really like a lot of boy things, like cars and power rangers and stuff." I said, "Yeah, you seem to like boyish things like sports and wrestling but you don't really like that stuff." It's just interesting to hear him articulate that because I've been noticing a couple boys this week who are really into hot rods and can name alls sorts of cars, and I've thought to myself, "Jesse is really not that kind of guy." Which isn't to say that he's not boyish. One of my favorite moments from last week was when the family from across the street, who happens to go to the same school came over and the boy Quintin and Jesse were kicking, shoving, karate chopping, and kung fu fighting each other.
Phew, I'm tired.
