Not a Little Boy Anymore

Due to unfortunate circumstances (Michelle had to head down to Florida because her dad was very ill and passed away), Juan Ma is spending this long weekend with us.

Taking care/watching Juan Ma is nothing unfamiliar, it's actually second nature. But oh how things have changed in the past fifteen years since he was a brand new baby. I am no longer woken up to a toddler beating me and  screaming "wake-ak tati! wake-ak tati!" because he is hungry and wants breakfast. We no longer play "emergency! emergency!" and we no longer compare shapes and sizes "medium size, small size" and we definitely don't watch Blue's Clues or Veggie Tales.

Now I'm asked what I would like for breakfast. We have intelligent conversations about the similarities between beer and bread due to fermentation (that conversation involved Norm). I get to listen to the high-school lunch table dilemmas and exciting camp-outs to Carowinds.

I do miss that little boy that would get mad at you if you laughed at him (even if he was doing something funny). But at the same time I am ecstatic to share these moments now - moments that I have been wondering for fifteen years what they would be like and are now coming true.

And yes Juan Ma - I am blogging about you.