My Silly Boy

I absolutely hate it when my kids are sick. It is the worst feeling because I feel so helpless when I cannot take away their pain. I hate it. I really, really hate it.

Recently, my kids have been sick with a cold, runny noses, and low grade fever on and off.

My son sneezes and he has a runny nose.
My Boy: Haaaaccchhhhhooooooo!
Me: Baby, wipe and blow your nose now, please!
My Boy: No, I licked it up already.

The Photographer Being Photographed

It's almost that time again. No, not spring break. Or summer time. Deployment. For OPSEC reasons I cannot disclose specific dates or locations, and honestly, we do not even know the exact details. What I do know is my husband's deployment is just around the corner, he will be in the Middle East, he will be gone for a long time, and his wife, daughter, and son will be missing him terribly.

To help my kids get through the deployment, I love having many pictures around to have my husband's presence in our daily lives. As you already know, I LOVE taking pictures of my family, but I am seldom in front of the camera. This past weekend we took our family pictures in the quaint town of Salado.

Ever since I got into photography, I would follow different photography blogs. I came across Julie Rivera Photography because she was a local photographer and I enjoyed her clean, crisp, and amazing work. Our family was very privileged to work with such an amazing photographer. Check out her blog with a post on our photo session.

My Husband's Leading Lady

Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter. In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition; but to our daughters there is something which there are no words to express. ~Joseph Addison

My Hubster is a man's man. He loves football, paintballing, video games, fishing, working out, and all of the manly-man things. Above many things, he is also serving our country as a proud infantryman in the US Army. And just to top off his testerone train, he was shot nearly two years ago by an accidental discharge only a couple feet away from him by a 9mm while serving in Iraq. The bullet went through his left shoulder and exited out his clavicle.  Even after being shot, he refused all pain medications, and endured one month of physical therapy while still in Iraq. After the month of healing he put his ACUs and boots back on and soldiered on. True story.

For the ten years I've known my husband, I've never known him to be very sensitive or an emotional person. He is very practical and a no non-sense kind of guy. Until our daughter came along is when I saw a different side of my husband, and quite frankly, my husband saw a different side to himself as well. It is an amazing sight to see their relationship blossom as father and daughter. I could already see that our daughter has him wrapped around her little finger.

Taglish

The sun was out and there was a light breeze, and we were enjoying a beautiful Saturday afternoon. I was in the living room playing with My Girl on the floor while she was partaking on her daily dose of tummy time. My Hubster and son were outside bird watching because my husband had filled the bird feeder with seeds. I had the back door open to let the fresh breeze come through the house and enjoyed listening to the father and son conversation...

My Boy: Papa! Papa! Look, a bug!
Hubster: Okay.
My Boy: Come here Papa!
(Hubster proceeds closer to take a look as to what my son is pointing at)
Hubster: Where is it?
My Boy: Right there! (points to the bug only centimeters away) Patay it Papa! Patay it!
Hubster: No, I'm not going to kill it son.
My Boy: You need hammer Papa?
Hubster: No, I'm not going to kill it with a hammer.
My Boy: Stomp on it?
Hubster: No!
My Boy: Okay, bug is not patay.

patay(pah-tie): (Tagalog) dead, not working, turn off.

My Princess

There are no words to describe how in LOVE I am with this face. 

My Sunshine

Every morning for the past six months, I have been so very blessed to wake up to this beautiful, sweet, and adorable little girl. She is such a blessing and  I love her to pieces. My Hubster tells me more and more that our girl is looking like me.

It seems like yesterday, I was just finding out that I was pregnant with My Girl. Time is definitely flying, and I am trying to savor and soak up my baby girl every chance I get.

Poetry

My Boy and I were headed to the store because I needed to buy some materials for my art lesson for the following day. It had rained earlier in the day and the sun had just peered out through the clouds. As I took My Boy out of his car seat and proceeded to walk through the parking lot, he began looking around...

My Boy:

The sun is beautiful.

The clouds is beautiful.

The leaves are dancing.

No, the tree is dancing.

It's windy.

Me: What are you talking about baby?

My Boy: You like my poem Mama?

Me: Where did you learn that from?

My Boy: Oh, Little Einstein cartoon.

Right about then, my heart smiled. At the age of two, I don't think my Hubster or I were reciting or creating original poetry. I did not know I had a little poet in the making.