Louis still loves "The First 1000 Days", the baby journal i chronicled for him before he turned two. He still begs me to read from it and often too. He finds the stories hilarious. I guess it's what they say about children his age; they are self-centered (sounds horrible but they are) so what better subject than themselves! As I read the entries to him, I realize that much of what I've written can apply to Sammy or any toddler under 2. The developmental milestones are the same with timing slightly different (but who remembers when exactly when you are so sleep deprived!), I read the same books and sing mostly the same songs to Sammy so they've become his favorites as well.
Now with two kids, I have a lot less time to write. I've had a cold for over 5 weeks which I don't have time to take care of! The not finding the time to write part is a real shame though because the stories I could journal now are really "Louis" stories, stories unique to him & stories which are telling of who this wonderful little boy really is.
Take last night for example. I beat my kids to bed (only because I felt too sick to even give them a bath). As I laid in bed, I felt little fingers stroke the hair off my face. The hair kept falling back into place, over my eyes and the little fingers kept pushing the hair back. I then felt a little kiss on my forehead, followed my another gentle kiss at the corner of my cheek. Louis came to check up on me. He didn't wake me, he didn't call me. He just came to check on me. Like i would on him but better.
Last night made me think about how I often analyze my kids' moves, actions, words and I try to figure out if they've learned them from Peter, their teachers, their friends or worst, myself! Some things can't be taught. Some things we are just born with. Some things are just Louis... Wonderful, beautiful, Louis.
