Clothes, Clothes, More Clothes

The other day I received a picture message from my sister. It was Caleb playing at a playground. No big deal, except that he looked so small in the picture. The crazy thing is, that picture was taken only exactly a year ago. Looking at the picture stirred up some emotions. Then, the both of us sent text messages to each other back and forth, remembering those days when Caleb was still so little. I think we finally stopped because I realized I would start crying if I kept going. Yes, it was that emotional.

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The past few days I have been working on cleaning out their closet. Folding and refolding both Caleb and Abby's onesies and pajamas, I realized how much they have grown. We were so blessed to inherit some of the cutest, most styling outfits from friends. I still remember receiving a huge bag before Abby was born, and thought it would be forever before she would need new clothes again. Forever came and is now gone. Staring at those outfits she never had a chance to wear, reminded me that she is growing, way too fast.

Besides the fact, she also is one lucky girl. Going through her drawers full of bright colored shirts and flared jeans, eye-catching dresses and boutique-branded sweaters, I almost wished I was that small, so I have what she has. Chances are, she probably will not go through every piece, it is still nice to know I can play dress up with my own daughter. It is definitely more interesting to dress up a girl than a boy. Poor Caleb.




Well, at least, I have accomplished my first goal of the year--their closet is as presentable as The Gap--everything is current, neat, organized, clean. I will enjoy every minute of it before having to do this all over again.

Nightmare came true

One of my biggest fears since I've decided to put Abby and Caleb in the same room a few months ago was that one day I would find Abby being stampeded by her brother.

My fear came true this morning.



Thank God, after checking her head, her breathing, her body (to make sure there weren't any fractures, scrapes, bruises) I was amused at his willingness to risk a spanking session, just to be with his sister in her bed and make his sister laugh (I heard the both of them giggle before waking up.)

Although, in my best attempt, I tried to lecture him about not using his 35-pound body to fall into his sister's 17-pound delicacy. Really. I cannot imagine seeing someone doubled my size, is about to fall on top of me.

Deathly Ill

Ok..maybe I have exaggerated a little bit. But it is official--both of my kids are sick--at the same time. It is only inevitable that this happens since they share the same room.

Besides the fact that Caleb coughs right in Abby's face, that is.

I hate feeding them medicine--especially for Abigail, where I have to use a special device to squirt the thing into her mouth. It sounds easy, but it really is not (any mother who has an infant who squirms around during this process understands.) And the aspirator (fancy term, isn't it.) Using it to clear up her nose is almost impossible. When I finish, I actually have the urge to do a somersault.





How did it happen? Well, I blame the weather--it has been very unpredictable the past week.

Or, I blame their auntie, who was diagnosed with bronchitis and tonsillitis a few days ago (Although, both the Internet and her doctor assured that none was contagious.)

Or, I can blame on the nursery they attend at church (Although, only once a week.)

Wait a minute. I took them both out for a morning walk yesterday. Let me think.

Maybe, it's just that time of the year (Although, I decided against giving them the flu shot.)

As I am finishing up this entry, I feel the urge to grab a Ricola. Uh, no.

Mommy, we're tired. Let's go home.

I'm happy to announce that at least Mommy is into her daily walk.