there are many sides to having a son. a lot of people keep telling me that boys are the sweetest. and, they may be right. at four years, karol still acts very much like a baby. he likes to be babied in every way. he even sometimes does baby talks when he wants to be noticed. well he does a lot of things, good or bad, just to be noticed.
for example, we know very well that he can dress by himself. however every morning, when we tell him to get dressed for kindergarten, he would always tell us he doesn't know how to do this or that, only so that we would dress him. it has become a routine. sadly, it doesn't always end well.
at night, he also has a lot of amusing routines. from bed time stories to tucking him in...
* after a bedtime story or two, he almost always asks for another one. even if you agreed from the start how may stories/books you would read.
* "i want you to pray for me," the words he uses to make you help him with his evening prayers.
* "i want you/mommy to put on my blanket." is self-explanatory. but mind you, the blanket has to be as straight as a ruler.
* "bye-bye! good night! see you! have a nice day!" the last words he speaks plus unending number of kisses. take note, kissing him is different from him kissing you. and there always has to be a flying kiss/es.
wait, what's that sound?! *footsteps in the hallway* uh-oh, it's not over yet. after all the routines, he suddenly realizes he has to go to toilet and then you have to do again the bye-bye and blanket routine. repeat these until mommy or daddy gets angry. sigh! luckily, the number of repeats are getting less and less.
he really used to wee-wee like every 5 minutes. at first we thought he just wanted to make an excuse to get up from the bed. then i got worried and had his piss tested, which luckily was negative for infection. so it was really the former.
but on a funny note, there blanket story that i just have to share. after daddy put him to bed, he still got up and came to me:
karol: mommy, can you please put on my blanket.
mommy: you know how to put on your blanket. so you go back to bed and put it on.
karol: i know. but, i want YOU to put on my blanket.
so, what else can you say to that. *wink*
the sad part of having a boy is that they get into accidents. about a month ago, he had another chin injury, just about half a year after the first one. he got four stitches this time. i don't know if i will ever get used to this kind of heartache. i was not in the emergency room when they were doing the stitches. hubby had to stay with him while i watch the other two piglets. at that time, i still didn't know they are going to give him stitches, but when i heard him cry, i knew and i almost cried myself.
i'm not sure if it's being a middle child or being the only son that makes him so emotional. well, maybe it's both. he's a real cry-baby. he cries about almost everything, from frustration about some toy, to us saying no to what he wants. well he either cries or throws fits of tantrums. but then he easily gets placated. you really just have to let him cry things out most of the time and then he's ok. i just wish he outgrows this stage sooner than later.
oh well, that about sums up my one and only karol. the sweet, routine-loving, babiest karol. no wonder men are so complicated yet simple... because they start young. :D