I am sleep deprived. There are not enough hours in the day to satisfy my needs. I spread myself thin and ultimately suffer. I don't want to miss out on anything and often find myself forcing my eyes open just trying to stay awake...often for the most trivial things; blogging, listening to a particular song, or searching for information on the internet.
All are things I can do later, but is there really a later? The future is not guaranteed. In an instance, it can all be over, and it is this thought that keeps me awake. Amidst all the wrong reasons to stay awake, I do find some to be quite worthy. This night, it is the sheer power of the wind. I can feel her gentle touch caress the hairs on my legs and arms as she passes through my room, making her way from one window to the next. Outside, the leaves in the trees, chatter in her wake while palm fronds dance in the back ground. I love the wind and the energy she brings. It feels so temporary and I cant stand not indulging her while she is here.
Another guilty pleasure is the mocking bird that has spent the last five nights singing with extreme enthusiasm in hour long performances intermittently throughout the night. I spent over an hour last night listening to him sing in all his splendor at 2:00 am while trying to justify to myself all the sleep I was missing.
Here I am again, it is 10:30 pm and I am writing instead of sleeping, eye-lids heavy, and yawning. I was up at 5:30 am today, worked ten and a half hours, and found myself surrounded by sleeping boys and my wife all before I feel like my day has even started. The glow from my lap top outlines the features of Orion's face, soft and without expression, as he breaths softly, sleeping next to me. I can't help but smile when I look at him. He is pure energy and the epitome of sweetness. I often feel as if I am solely here for Orion's amusement.
"DADAAAAA!" Orion screams ecstatically as he races across the room to meet me when I get home from work, and then asks me to pick him up. I scoop him up in my arms and 'SLAP!' He swings his arm around from his side and plants his palm firmly on my cheek and then will repeatedly slap my face and laugh hysterically all the while. The more I tell him to stop the more he laughs and repeats his antics. I restrain his hands and then he will bite my chest. I pry his mouth off my chest and he will start laughing again and then kick me square in the nuts. Yes pure sweetness this one. As I double over in pain, and drop to my knees while trying not to drop the little Tasmanian devil in my hands, he will put both hands on my face, lean in close and softly say "Dada, dada."As my eyes, now bulging from their sockets from the blow to the jewels, meet his, a smile stretches across his face. His eyes light up with sheer delight, he purses his lips and pulls himself in for a kiss. Get-out-of-jail-free card redeemed.
I love this age. As I watch Orion sleeping now, I realize that he will soon outgrow the toddler stage and I will really miss it. It wont be long before he no longer sleeps face down with his legs tucked up to his chest in the fetal position. His face will begin to change and so will his body. He will no longer look like a baby. I didn't realize how much I missed Apollo at this age until Orion got here. They are growing up way to fast.
Five years old is a fun age as well, but it presents a whole new set of challenges, especially with Apollo. He is so stubborn. His pride already gets in his way and refuses to ask for help. When help is offered, he will cover his ears in defiance. We have to be stern and creative in dealing with him, pointing out that his behavior is inappropriate, and rude. After all, he is starting kindergarten in less than 3 months and will need to learn some coping skills. It is fascinating to see the character traits that are beginning to dominate. My way of dealing with his behavior issues; "Apollo, you are acting stubborn and irrational! You get that from your moms side."
Apollo has really begun to develop his self awareness. It manifests itself in many ways, from confessing that he is shy to wanting to be associated or not associated with certain words or names.
"Apollo, you are my naughtiest son." I will tell him.
"No I am not. Your hurting my feelings by saying that," he refutes.
"I meant that as a compliment, so I am sorry that it hurt your feelings," I reply. "Your my cutest guy then."
"I am not cute," he replies angrily.
"Your right, you are handsome!" I tell him.
"No I am not handsome!" Apollo snaps back, "I am dangerous!"
I burst into laughter.
"Dada, if you keep laughing at me, I am not going to stay in love with you!" he says with a scowl. Of course at this point I have to laugh even more, and with a bit of mocking sarcasm.
Apollo begins to smirk with the realization of the nonsense of our conversation. "Your being mean dada!" he says as he begins to smile, "You get that from your moms side!"
Another guilty pleasure is the mocking bird that has spent the last five nights singing with extreme enthusiasm in hour long performances intermittently throughout the night. I spent over an hour last night listening to him sing in all his splendor at 2:00 am while trying to justify to myself all the sleep I was missing.Here I am again, it is 10:30 pm and I am writing instead of sleeping, eye-lids heavy, and yawning. I was up at 5:30 am today, worked ten and a half hours, and found myself surrounded by sleeping boys and my wife all before I feel like my day has even started. The glow from my lap top outlines the features of Orion's face, soft and without expression, as he breaths softly, sleeping next to me. I can't help but smile when I look at him. He is pure energy and the epitome of sweetness. I often feel as if I am solely here for Orion's amusement.
"DADAAAAA!" Orion screams ecstatically as he races across the room to meet me when I get home from work, and then asks me to pick him up. I scoop him up in my arms and 'SLAP!' He swings his arm around from his side and plants his palm firmly on my cheek and then will repeatedly slap my face and laugh hysterically all the while. The more I tell him to stop the more he laughs and repeats his antics. I restrain his hands and then he will bite my chest. I pry his mouth off my chest and he will start laughing again and then kick me square in the nuts. Yes pure sweetness this one. As I double over in pain, and drop to my knees while trying not to drop the little Tasmanian devil in my hands, he will put both hands on my face, lean in close and softly say "Dada, dada."As my eyes, now bulging from their sockets from the blow to the jewels, meet his, a smile stretches across his face. His eyes light up with sheer delight, he purses his lips and pulls himself in for a kiss. Get-out-of-jail-free card redeemed.I love this age. As I watch Orion sleeping now, I realize that he will soon outgrow the toddler stage and I will really miss it. It wont be long before he no longer sleeps face down with his legs tucked up to his chest in the fetal position. His face will begin to change and so will his body. He will no longer look like a baby. I didn't realize how much I missed Apollo at this age until Orion got here. They are growing up way to fast.
Five years old is a fun age as well, but it presents a whole new set of challenges, especially with Apollo. He is so stubborn. His pride already gets in his way and refuses to ask for help. When help is offered, he will cover his ears in defiance. We have to be stern and creative in dealing with him, pointing out that his behavior is inappropriate, and rude. After all, he is starting kindergarten in less than 3 months and will need to learn some coping skills. It is fascinating to see the character traits that are beginning to dominate. My way of dealing with his behavior issues; "Apollo, you are acting stubborn and irrational! You get that from your moms side."Apollo has really begun to develop his self awareness. It manifests itself in many ways, from confessing that he is shy to wanting to be associated or not associated with certain words or names.
"Apollo, you are my naughtiest son." I will tell him.
"No I am not. Your hurting my feelings by saying that," he refutes.
"I meant that as a compliment, so I am sorry that it hurt your feelings," I reply. "Your my cutest guy then."
"I am not cute," he replies angrily.
"Your right, you are handsome!" I tell him.
"No I am not handsome!" Apollo snaps back, "I am dangerous!"
I burst into laughter.
"Dada, if you keep laughing at me, I am not going to stay in love with you!" he says with a scowl. Of course at this point I have to laugh even more, and with a bit of mocking sarcasm.
Apollo begins to smirk with the realization of the nonsense of our conversation. "Your being mean dada!" he says as he begins to smile, "You get that from your moms side!"
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