Crawling

Dear Eva,

It is absolutely beautiful when you follow me around, when you want me to pick you up, and when you lay your head down on my shoulders, or when you laugh at your brothers moments of being Silly .

I'm those moments, I am truly happy and at peace.

I love you like I love the Sun

Dear Angelo,

Today as always had been an amazing day.  Babe, Eva, you and me have shared our day together.  One of the many wonderful things we did, was finally have a bubble storm, which is something I wanted to do for while for the both of you. 

You were so excited, but you slipped and fell very hard.  I felt very bad, to see you so excited and happy and to so quickly see you hurt and crying.  I should have waited to lay in some grass. 

Anyhow, the reason I wanted to take some words down, was to tell you about bed time.  You were very excited, and wired, and you weren't going to sleep.  Even after all of us read a story.  So I tell you in five minutes, I'm headed downstairs to wash dishes.  You ask me to stay and not leave you, and when you finally see that I'm leaving, you sing me a song.

I love you like the sun
I love you like the moon
But I love you like the Sun
I love you like the moon

You said a few other things like about you being silly.  So I gave it a try,

I love you like the Sun
I love you like the Moon
I love you like the Sea
It's just me and Angelo
You and me.

You loved it.  And I almost cried singing it to you.

I love you.

Angelo Wants to Paint

So this morning I am dropping off Angelo
We are screaming Yoya, because we can't find her
and abuela says she is in the backyard
so I open the sliding door and we are screaming Yoya again at the top of our lungs
and I hear my mom screaming, "don't let him come out because then he is going to want to paint!"
It was too late, Angelo already saw that she is painting and he is running over to her asking if he can paint.
We all go inside and she has to give him a brush because she is trying to distract him from painting...with a paintbrush....
I tell her "why paint in the morning, knowing that we are going to be here, knowing that you do not want him to see?"
She is frustrated and mad at me, like its my fault, so I make the situation better by saying "Papi, you should paint the whole house."
So me and mom are arguing and Angelo just says "Yoya, Yoya" over and over a thousand times to get her attention.
She finally asks him what he wants, and he says "Yoya, can I paint the whole house?"
All I hear is "Ya vez! Ya vez!"

Angelo's Bad Report

Dear Monster, 

So I am updating your mom on our day today.  This is what I shared:

Angelo has been all over the place, not too intense, but what he has been saying has been all over the place. He has been defiant, "I want it right now," he has been super affectionate, telling me he loves me multiple times, not to leave him, that he is scared of Monsters and that he wants me to protect him, telling me that I am mean, just all over. Again, not too intense, no screaming for example, or shouting, but just a lot of back and forth. He did start to cry when I told him he wasted too much time and that we would not be playing. But he calmed down and then just played with bubbles. I don't think all these behaviors were related to dinner time, I just think he is exhausted from what you described last night and it affected him today. Who knows. In counseling, he pretended to be the baby, and wanted his own place away from his mom and his dad. He even pretended to have the baby hit mom and dad, and Nicole saw my concern and stepped in to remind Angelo this is just play and we cannot do this outside of play. I told Nicole that maybe it had something to do with Angelo getting picked up when Tanya and you were at the house. Nicole said that is a possibility, but also that this is the first time Angelo has a little tiny baby house, which may have also prompted that behavior. Again, who knows. And then Angelo loved the game. Monster is wonderful, yeah, he has a lot on his little mind, but we love him and we will get him through it. Oh, so Angelo was saying that I am mean, and I asked if he thought Daddy was nice, and with attitude he told me "no," a few times. So I said "ok," real Antony Garcia style. So I started to scratch his back, and after one minute I stopped. He asked me to scratch his back please, and I said no, because Daddy is mean. Little jerk laughs and says, "I was just kidding," and Daddy scratched his back again.