Our friends, Ofa and Mark, had their seventh baby this past Sunday. They named him Isaac and he's so handsome. Seeing him made me think of Malia. She's grown so much and so quickly. Seriously, where does the time go? She'll be 5 months next week and already she's shown how independent she can be. Can someone stop the time for now? At least slow it down for awhile. These last few weeks, we've learned that she cannot be trusted to be alone on the couch, even surrounded by pillows for protection. Somehow, she finds a way to roll over them and land on the floor. She becomes "end-of-the-world" traumatized every time she's startled or hurts herself. She tends to squirm her way out of her carseat if she's not latched in. When she's not screaming from her self-inflicted ordeal, she'll have a smile for you and tries to communicate with you, not only verbally, but also physically, especially with her eyes. She always has something to say and it makes me wonder what it is that she wants to convey. She loves to grab things and lately, she's shown interest in what her daddy drinks and even mimics him by moving her lips. When she sees a cup, or if one is placed near her mouth, she'll grab it and try to drink from it. It's quite hilarious, so we documented the event by recording it. I have noticed how observant she is of her surrounding. She watches everything and everyone that comes into her view. From birth, she has always been alert and a strong baby physically. She would have to be, so that she would be able to withstand whatever her brothers send her way. Don't get me wrong, my boys love her, sometimes too much that she cries to be free from their embrace. I can only picture how protective they will be of her as she gets older. I am blessed to have this many boys who love not only Malia, but Tiani as well and who desire to look after their welfare. I hope Malia grows up knowing just how much she is loved. For now, I wish time would stand still and allow me longer moments to savor each of my children. They are growing too fast right before my eyes.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
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