Am I out of my mind that I want a boy who is exactly like Pete? With
two crowns and all. Yes, I know Pete accidentally burnt his grandma's
home when he was 5. He played with rusty nails and dared his friends to
jump off roofs. He had many run-ins with sharp metal objects and has the
scars to show it.
Yes, my boy would be just as mischievous as Pete, but I'll happily take
all that. Because I'll know he'll also inherit Pete's other traits. He'll
be kind. He'll jump right in to stand up for a friend, even in the face
of a towering bully. He'll thrive on learning new things, the more challenging
the better. He'll be creative and come up with great ideas. He'll make
me laugh out loud. He'll be quick to forgive me when I disappoint him.
He'll be an inherently happy person. Yes, I want all that.
Now I know my boy will probably make my hair go grey sooner. I'll lie
awake at night when I hear noises outside wondering if he's climbed the
roof again. But that's a small price to pay I think.
Now if it's a girl who turns out just like Pete, I'd still be overjoyed.
But if she's just like me ... then I'd worry. ;-P
Mischievous little Pete
As it has every year, my birthday arrived again without fail. The past couple of years,
I always liked to celebrate with some sort of game night with friends but this year I
opted for something more personal. This will be the last time I'll have a birthday where it
will be just Cristina and I. It will likely be the last quiet birthday I'll have in some
time. I wanted a quiet celebration that would give me time to reflect on the life I know
now - the life I will probably not even remember come next birthday. That's what our friends with babies have told me anyway :)
Following the tradition from my in-laws, we started the day by visiting our parish church
to say thanks for all the blessings over the past year.
We drove into the International District for brunch at Viet Wah. It's the one place I can get
food that reminds me of my mum's cooking.
The day was unusually warm and sunny so we decided to go for a nice walk at Idylwood Park.
To finish off, we headed to Lynnwood for Red Lobster. Since it was my birthday, I ordered two
lobsters - because one is never enough.
I just realized that I also had Red Lobster last year. I'm so predictable...
I've never liked the color yellow. EVER. It wasn't easy on the eyes for me. I found it too loud, almost offensive. That was until ... I got pregnant. Funnily enough, I was actually wearing yellow the day we found out we were pregnant. Now I find myself drawn to this color - a specific muted shade of golden yellow. But I've had an aversion to bright colors for as long as I can remember so this is SO unlike me. Take a look around our home and you'll find it pretty obvious.
So I was shopping with a close friend the other week who saw me pick up a yellow jumper and look over it fondly. She raised an eyebrow (she knows me well) and asked, "Yellow? Since when?". "I know, I don't get it either". That yellow jumper is now hanging in my wardrobe.
Imagine Pete's surprise when I presented him with this collage of ideas I put together for our nursery...
He actually likes it a lot and we're both excited to get started on the project. Now I'm just hoping this newfound fondness of yellow doesn't suddenly disappear after the baby's out :-P.
