Friday, April 11, 2008
Dear Koen,
You turn 26 months old last Thursday. If last month holds the answers to how you are going to be for the next couple of years until you out grow the Terrible 2's stage... I"LL TAKE IT! I've been told 4 years old is the magic age when kids start listening to their parents and act like little angels. I'm sure the person who told me this, forgot to add sarcasm to their voice. I hear horror stories about how some kids are just "out of control." You on the other hand may have your moments, but for the most part, you are a well behaved little boy.
I think most parents; including myself, have a tendency to forget that the Terrible 2's is the beginning stage of discovering independence. Now I'll admit that you and I do have our moments when we don't agree and I try telling you what to do over and over again. This only leads to you ignoring me and making me frustrated. But your Mom reminds me that because I'm not around all day, like I use to be, you are testing me to see how I'll react and if you can get away with things. Also, your attention span isn't that of an adult and I have a habit of being long winded when trying to explain things to you. Keep in mind that the only experience I've had with kids was with your Tito Greg and that isn't the greatest example of how to act with children. He and I use to argue and fight all the time. I'd give him wedgies and hang him on bed posts or door knobs, and pick him up and throw him across the room. The worst was when I'd come home from Kung Fu class and practice on him. Don't worry, I'd never do any of these things to you. I'd be too afraid that a Child Protective Services Agent would knock on our door and I'd have to... give him a wedgie, throw him across the room and practice some Kung Fu on him... just kidding!
In the midst of all the fun, running, jumping, screaming, laughing, crying, nose dripping and cuddling, I was able to gather a few notes and observations from last month:
Top 5 commonly used phrases
05. "no please"
04. "no. play now please"
03. "may I be excused please" (from the dinner table)
02. "daddy, watch new movie please"
01. "no, now. please "
Top 5 activities in your week
05. Gymnastics class
04. Play Group
03. Play in the backyard on your new swing/slide set
02. Read Thomas (the Tank Engine) books/Watch Thomas DVD's/Watch Thomas YouTube videos on Daddy's iPhone
01. Play with your Thomas Wooden Track Trains and Thomas Track Master Series
Top 5 favorite foods you will only eat
05. Toast
04. Rice with mushrooms
03. Noodles with mushrooms
02. Mushrooms
01. More mushrooms
Top 5 things that embarrass you
05. Daddy singing his lullaby to you (the same one since your birth)
04. Mommy singing her lullaby to you
03. Daddy asking you to show people you know Tai Chi and Kung Fu
02. Dancing
01. American Idol
Happy Easter
Here are a few photos taken on Easter Morning. You couldn't believe that something called the Easter Bunny would leave treats and toys and other teeth rotting morsels of delight at the front door.






Misc. Photos
The following photos are a set I like to call "Koen, PLEASE SIT STILL. Wait."




Top 5 rewards of Fatherhood (as of today, Friday, April 11, 2008)
05. practicing Kung Fu and Tai Chi with you
04. Me: "Koen, did you have a good day today?" Koen: " yeah. play cho cho's daddy?"
03. watching you run in circles and laughing...sheeer joy and bliss of being a child
02. giving me a big hug and smooch when I leave for work
01. giving me a big hug and smooch when I get home from work
It's now 11:07 PM and I'm just about to upload your letter and send out an email to our Family and Friends. Minutes ago, your Mom and I finished catching vomit in our hands that you were dispensing while standing on your bed. Why? You were brushing your teeth and two bristles came off the toothbrush and got caught in your throat. So out they came; along with the mushrooms, chicken nuggets, milk, juice, and some other form of food you ate today. Why am I telling you this? Because that's love, catching your childs vomit in your hands. That's Parenthood.
Love,
Dad |