Hay Joaquin. It is with bittersweet emotions that I am writing this blog post.
You see, ever since you were a baby, you've always been mama's little boy. At night, you would only fall asleep with me (or sometimes lola when dad and I are out) and not with dad. It has been that way for almost 2 years until a few days ago :(
One night last week, we were doing our usual routine before bed but once we laid down, you started to cry and wanted to go out to Ate Sam and Dad. Dad finally went in the room and got on the bed to console you. I thought that was enough, as it usually was, but you decided to transfer and fell asleep in papa's arms.
Bittersweet. I have to admit I felt a little surge of sadness. That I didn't have that sole privilege of being able to put you to sleep. I knew the day would come, but I wasn't ready :)
You and Dada have gotten very close the past few weeks and couple of months. I think it must have started when we took that first family trip to the Philippines last December. It was jsut the 4 of us travelling so there were more chances to interact and bond. Your closeness with Dada just snowballed from there when we got back to L.A. First, as he introduced Lighting McQueen and the gang to you, then got you interested in the game of basketball and golf! He bought you the toys and DVD to match your Disney Cars fondness and also got you your first Nerf basketball and ring to play with while he watched the Lakers. You even have a "Kobe" bear from Build-A-Bear (who I initially named Peace bear clearly for lack of creativity on my part!) that Dada insisted we get you.
Tonight, it happened again. Although you finally slept in my arms, it was not before you called for papa to come and sleep beside you. Not before you snuggled in his arms first. You've made Dada feel very special and happy, Joaquin. And he's been gloating big time!
Haaaay. Mama's little boy is growing up.
