Papa's Little Buddy

Choo Choo and Papa have a very special bond which, as it should be, is very different than the one he and I share. Papa and Choo Choo are so much alike since they both are wild, crazy, silly, loud, and always joking around~ which creates some very funny moments together that I truly enjoy witnessing!

I dont think I need to say much more on this post...these pictures tell all :) My loves...

Big Boy Underoos~Officially a Big Boy

At the age of 2, my son has been successfully potty trained!!! Lets all jump up and down for that one! I was always concerned about how I was going to complete this task. First I started with an Elmo potty, letting him get used to the idea of it. I would put him on it from time to time but nothing really became of that. Then I would bring him in the potty with John or myself in so he would see what its all about. He would go every so often, but nothing consistant and I truly think that was because I would forget to take him. Then I decided to just try putting him in training pants/undies. The idea was that it would force me to take him because I certainly didnt want to be cleaning up a mess all the time. Believe it or not, it worked! He just started to realize he needed to tell us he had to go and all just feel into place after that. I used the Elmo potty once and was totally grossed out when I had to clean it, so out it went and in came the seat tops for the "big kid potty." One day, out of the blue he decided that he wanted to "go potty like Papa" without anyone showing him how and has just done things his way every since. At night I would still put him in a pull-up because drank from a bottle at bedtime. He would seriously pee a river thoughout the night and I finally (I know) got sick of getting up at 2am to either change him, the sheets, or both so I simply "forgot" to bring the bottle with me when I went to visit Kristi and he had no choice but to let his beloved "dede" go. It was bitter sweet because that was the last part of him being a baby; something I have been desperately holding onto.

I totally miss the baby stages, but am so proud of how he is grown. I love watching him every moment just to see him figure things out, try them on his own, get frustrated or smile when he has accomplished something and is pleased with himself. He is a very independent little man, but will always be my baby!

Car Wash, Fat Lip, and Chuckie Cheese

Well I knew this was going to happen. It takes me forever to update my blog and before I know it, I have several events to document and I cant remember all the details I wanted to share about them. I guess starting with pictures is the way to go...

One of the many ways we try to sneak in some good quality family time...a car wash! Everyone gets involved! LOL! Its amazing to see how much fun Isaac has when he is "helping" John and I do things around the house. For now, he is my little helper...that wont last long, am sure of that, so I will enjoy for now.

This poor child was blessed with his mothers clumsiness. It seems like he gets hurt on a daily basis. This particular fat lip happend at school when he was playing near a cabinet and turned his face right in to it. He has had several bumps and brusises in his 2 years of life...I fear for what the next couple of years will be like. He is already way too daring.

Ah yes, Chuckie Cheese...I have discovered a great, cheap (yes cheap) place to take my son when we are tired of the park and ready to get out of the house. I say cheap because I seriously only spend about $5 when I bring Choo Choo here...amazing you say, yes! He does not like moving rides and is perfectly content just sitting/climbing on them pretending he is driving! He likes to play a few of the games but is mostly fascinated by the "Chuckie Cheese Band." I will enjoy this for as long as I can, because like many things, it too with change.

I have so much fun watching him play and use his imagination. He is just such a fun kid...light of my life, always making me laugh and showering me with his hugs and kisses!

Night out

Last night I was invited by a group of assistants to attend an LA Sparks Basketball game at the Staples Center. I was reluctant to go for a few reasons:

1) I only knew one of the ladies that was going to be there
2) Time away from my family (very hard for me)
3) Late night and had work the next day.

Nonetheless, I am happy I decided to go, it forced me out of my little shell for a while to enjoy a game in a private suite, with some very nice ladies. There was great food and wonderful conversation, not to mention the game was excellent. Went into overtime and the Sparks Won!




What made my night even better was the fact that my husband decided to go with me and bring "Choo Choo" along. They were able to get seats directly below the suite, so I could literally peak over the side and see them eating their popcorn and hotdogs! It was so cute to look down at them, Choo Choo clapping and pointing things out to his papa. I could see John occasionally mouth to Choo Choo to sit down or the "man" will get mad. The "man" being one of the staff members guarding the door near where they sat. I so wanted to be sitting down there with them, as I miss them both every day and long for more time with them, but again, it was great for me to get out and be with other people.

Stupid me, left the camera in my bag all night and forgot to get some photos to share...

Not left out...Just deserves his own post

My poor husband was neglected in the first post...not to alarm you all...I do love him very much! Hahaha! He is an amazing father and husband. He works very hard to make sure we have a nice life together. He has sacrificed so much for us, number one being that he left his home and daughter in the Philippines, to move here to LA . I know its not easy for him and he misses her so much every day. I know for a fact that I could not do it.

For those of you who know John, know that he is so outgoing and friendly. He can strike up a conversation with anyone, about anything from cars and sports to just random stuff like a crack in a sidewalk. He makes friends instantly because he is a very loyal, trustworthly man. I admire him for being so head strong, knowing what he wants, and not letting anyone tell him any different. He puts on a hard exterior, but deep down he is a huge softy and would never let anything happen to those he cares about.

He and "Choo Choo" have a very special bond. He can make him laugh with just a simple silly face or a strange (sometimes annoying) sound. I am incredibly jealous that Choo Choo has most of John's features. He is built like his father, long torso, short legs (chubbier of course), he has his nose, eye and hair color...he even inherited his fathers temper, poor kid! Hahah! I guess the only thing he got from me is my skin color, but even that changes immediately once he is in the sun...lucky kid.
I am grateful to have found John and am forever thankful for the life we created together.

Grand Idea

So I am totally new at blogging. I have several friends who blog and rave about how great and easy it is. So here I am, going to give it a shot. My main reason for creating this blog is, like many others, to document the life of my angel, my son "Choo Choo" (a nickname given to him by his papa).

This is something that I wish I would have started a long time ago (I know Kristi, I know...). I should have started this from the moment I found out I was pregnant. Its such an easy way to capture all the great moments of his, our life, and create a memory book for him.

My son is my life, my love, my happiness, hence the name of my blog. He is my heart, my whole heart. I never knew of a love like this. I never knew I could or was capable of loving someone so much. Its a love that is so overwhelmingly strong, so deep, so unbreakable, that grows more and more every second. I dont know why, but as I type this my eyes are watering and I am getting that choked up feeling in my throat. I just love him and miss him every day when I am at work and count down the hours until I get to go pick him up at day care. He amazes me every day and I am so very proud of him, proud to have a son like him and proud to be his mommy.