On the evening of Thursday, June 1st 2006 we went to HEB to get gummy bears. Why? Because I was 9 months pregnant and I really wanted gummy bears. Our checker saw the giant belly and asked us when I was due. I smiled and said we were kicking him out in the morning. I can not even express to you how glad I was to be having that pregnancy come to a close. After a brush with pre-term labor and the subsequent nervous freak-outs I'd been to the hospital several times already and I was ready to just be done. The next afternoon, I held my eldest son in my arms, my 20-month-old daughter looking on in awe. The two have been best buds ever since. She changed his diapers, "read" him stories, and fetched him blankets and toys. As he got older, they started to share adventures. Today they're nearly inseparable, but I've noticed some interesting differences. While Elena flits from one activity to another, Joseph will happily play Legos, or look at books, or smash play dough for hours on end. My mom discovered that he has a habit of sorting things by size or shape, then lining them up. Joseph's also much better at remembering manners, saying please and thank you with only infrequent reminders. And now here he is, four years old and starting to write his name. He's got such intensity and concentration in whatever he does, whether it's jumping off walls or learning ABCs. This boy is such a wonder to me.
I have pictures of our little family celebration, but they're all sideways. I would turn them, but that would involve putting them on this computer, which I refuse to do until it acts the way I want it to. So, sideways they will will stay.
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