You guys are going a mile a minute. Neither one of you ever stops talking. I love it. Though I'm the first to admit it's boarder-line insanity in this house because we all talk, all the time, and none of us is in conversation with another.
Well, that's not fair. Pia, you have entire two-sided conversations complete with changing position on the floor to speak for the other 'person'... but they certainly don't involve Rafa and I.
And Rafa, since dropping you in the infant room at church generally doesn't go very well, you've grown accustomed to 'answering' the Reverend during his silences in his sermon each week. (Good thing there are a lot of older members of the congregation that appreciate and adore your youthful opinions on the matter.)
So I guess everyone talks to someone. Sort of. And I, well, I have you two (who I'm sure are always listening to me) so... I'm safe from the nut house.
Pia, you have become Peter Pan. You have your own house in the North Pole, where Milan (the Chinese Disney heroin, obviously) and Santa are your neighbours. Your husband, Rafa, teaches you everything you know. In fact, I can't tell you or show you anything at all because you've already seen/done/tasted/heard/touched/experienced it with your husband, Rafa.
I have never cooked you guys anything other than what we're all eating together. Some days you like it some days you don't, but you always try it. Lately, Pia, you have gotten picky about your food intake in a way only a three year old could muster. It's now become a game of who will win the dinner battle. You win = you go to bed empty stomach. We win = you had 5 parent-counted and massively-over-praised bites of food. I guess the reality is that no one wins unless you get the food you want. Today when we sat down to eat breakfast (a plain bagel with butter and a yogurt), you scowled at your plate and looked up at me to scold, "Mama! This yogurt is OFFLINE. This bagel is the only thing ONLINE." Yes, your eating habits are trying at best, but... you are unbelievably adorable.
You're so much fun outside of mealtime. You're always asking questions about space and astronauts, because you're going to be one some day. When you see something about the solar system, you say, "I can see that some day when I'm an astronaut" or "I'm going to teach people about that when I grow up and am an astronaut". When something goes wrong, you shout, "oh craters!", because your favourite tv show character Miles of Miles From Tomorrowland does that. You're also constantly looking things up on your 'watch' just like Mile's sister does on that show. If it were up to you, you'd stay home all day with Miles from Tomorrowland, but sometimes, I have to drag you into the sweltering sunshine.
Rafa, you like Miles From Tomorrowland too, I guess. If I can pull you down from whatever monstrosity you've decided to climb up this time. Usually, you work your way onto the table by climbing the chairs, or the sink by climbing the stool, and god-forbid I should leave the stair gate unlocked.
I love you,