“Mom, why does the sun need to go to bed?” Julian asks after I put on his pajamas. “Well, the Sun doesn’t go to bed, it just goes to china because they need sunlight too,” I try to respond as simply as a three year old can understand without confusing him too much. He looks out the window for a couple minutes with a very pensive look on his face. He then said to me, “No mom, the sun went to bed because he’s tired.” Ummm, okay. He won’t get an argument from me, besides, I never win anyway…
In other news, Gabriela is talking now. Yes, having full conversations. No. Not with me. With the mobile and various stuffed animals hanging out in her crib. It’s funny to see her carrying on and pausing as if she is expecting some kind of response. Her smiles make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Not sure if it is because I know this is my last baby or that I’m a hormonal freak but I get all nostalgic and emotional every time I see my kids doing something cute or funny.
No, I don’t want any more offspring so don’t ask. I’m happily waiting for my tubal surgery on October 15th thanking God for my two precious gifts and pleading that He doesn’t send another one during my wait. Ever typed with crossed fingers? Yeah, that’s what I’m doing… Heh.
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